Tag: poetry
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January 07, 2008 12:11 PM EST --
standing in front of my plush wall to wall wardrobe
I search for perfect apparel. choosing one, rejecting
yet again. colour is not suitable, pattern is too bad
texture is obsolete. cotton scrapes, . . .
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September 27, 2007 08:59 AM EDT --
with despondency you hang your head
as an addendum, you get back to bed.
nothing seems to move for time being
all your aspirations seem to be fleeing.
up and downs are nothing new to . . .
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February 10, 2008 08:49 AM EST --
Her gold hoops touched her shoulders when she moved.
Those suited her classic features and olive complexion.
Nonchalant about her surroundings, she sipped at her tea.
Company was not welcome. . . .
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October 29, 2006 08:11 AM EST --
The following poem by Kipling touches me in one way or the other.
If by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust . . .
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November 05, 2009 02:33 AM EST --
A challenge. Each word must be the next letter in the alphabet (A,B,C,D...) This is from a challenge by Susan Budig from the group Mindful Poetry.
*First time I forgot the 'y' oopsy . . .
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October 08, 2006 01:19 PM EDT --
Purple peppers top the nuptial table
Before the wedding service
Empty glasses waiting to be filled
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September 25, 2007 12:23 PM EDT --
with dried tears, she wept
tired, clasping non-descriptive
toy to her cheek, she slept
at last, when clock struck nine,
her world fallen apart. the epistle
had hit home taking all shine
from her. future . . .
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November 05, 2006 11:49 AM EST --
I was introduced to Aeschylus by a friend. I looked around and found something on him. Here it is to share with you all.
Song Of the Furies by Aeschylus
Up and lead the dance of . . .
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April 15, 2008 03:27 AM EDT --
Life is round--like a crystal ball...a sphere, just like a globe.
A thought emerges, just as quickly is lost, simply trapped in the frontal lobe.
My husband? He just disappeared, and this . . .
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December 23, 2006 05:48 AM EST --
You dont have to ask god, he knows your heart.
When your life is torn and every road seems dark.
You dont have to ask god, to take away your fears.
He will sheild you from harm, he will dry your tears. . . .
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June 07, 2007 05:22 PM EDT --
Siouxy's Serenade
heavy is my heart, in taco tipsy moonlight
With a week's worth of smack
So save my soul, you creature of the night
because to whack a wang behoves the hack
gin and . . .
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November 06, 2009 01:55 PM EST --
I wrote this for another group, in another forum, in which I was rather 'immersed' in for a few months. Though I didn't participate and comment, much; long story; something about MINE, MINE, MINE . . .
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November 15, 2006 08:32 AM EST --
A Promise to You Answered by a Haiku
I promise you dear
When I get old
If I ever do
(I don't think I will ~ do you?)
You'll never catch me rambling
On and on and on and on
Ignoring your . . .
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March 02, 2007 08:49 PM EST --
You wallow in the despair of your choosing,
and sit at death's door, waiting for an invitation;
Life holds no promise for you,
for life has let you down.
You feel no hope, for you see no hope; . . .
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September 26, 2007 12:42 PM EDT --
with eagerness
borne out of curiosity-
I flip through old journals.
teenage angst
stops me on my track-
I shake my head surprised
about the way,
I used to behave back then,
uncaring for others.
. . .
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September 27, 2007 10:10 AM EDT --
When do you read it? What poets? Any favourites?
Do you need a particular mood to read poetry?
I can read it at any time. But when I am down and out, I read more of it. I love Pablo Neruda, . . .
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March 18, 2008 03:59 PM EDT --
Dial turned from red to blue
Another pawn hoists her own petard
As wafting breeze ensues
Chatter monkeys stop their prate
To ballyhoo and promelgate
Precipitates . . .
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December 24, 2007 12:28 AM EST --
pardon my disinterest
to converse. tooth ache
is no joke. sanitary ware
was a bloody mess after I
brushed with medicated
paste . in my mouth
rolled tongue feels akin to
fuselage . . .
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November 26, 2007 12:24 PM EST --
deciphering words
amidst tattered pages-
resulting from folding
refolding,
of yellowing letters,
wrapped carefully
with love.
a single tear flows.
This is for my mom. She . . .
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