Tag: environment
group name: poetryexpress
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March 20, 2007 02:50 PM EDT --
This is my life, let it be
Something escapes inside of me
The gremlin shows his ugly face
Invades my condescending space
Barely gives me a breath of life
Cuts through like the sharpest knife
A miracle . . . more
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February 05, 2008 10:00 PM EST --
I WROTE THIS POEM IN THE WORST OF THE CONDITIONS, IT WAS WINDY AND COLD, AND JUST FOR A COUPLE MINUTES THE SUN CAME OUT OVER THE TREES AND I COULDN'T RESIST TO WRITE ABOUT IT. I TITLED . . . more
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March 21, 2007 10:47 PM EDT --
Raindrops fall upon my lips
Through my thoughts wetness drips
A voice upon a mountain range
Is this the thing that is so strange
I begin to write awhile
This is not my normal style
A grateful man, . . . more
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January 05, 2007 10:32 PM EST --
Moonlight Eyes
I walked beside the river,
In the emptiness of night,
The waters carried silver,
Cast by the pale moonlight,
I could faintly hear the ticking,
Of the watch upon my wrist,
And the crisp . . . more
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February 03, 2007 03:16 PM EST --
Winter Rush
Wind-chill warnings scroll across the television set
Temperatures on a continuous downward spiral
Bringing negative numbers, and the feelings that go with them
Saturday . . . more
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May 07, 2007 04:55 AM EDT --
Folded demurely
Prettily pink on the lawn
Shhh! Daisies asleep.
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March 18, 2007 03:24 PM EDT --
Seven days away
It seems I'm always waiting
For him to come home
In reality, I live from one homecoming to the next, that is what gets me through the 4 months at a time that he is . . . more
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January 22, 2007 12:49 PM EST --
Remind me please this summer
When I begin to fret
When the days are hot, and the sun shines high
And I begin to sweat
Remind me of these dark days
When warmth I cannot find
When . . . more
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March 29, 2007 07:37 PM EDT --
A very thankful person am I Feeling like I can touch the sky A happiness like no other The spirit of man is like a brother Goodness is a sight to see touching the very part of me I have no reason to fret . . . more
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June 28, 2007 06:11 PM EDT --
Dirty fossil fuel
environment equals life
let us breath deeply
I think that haiku gives you a good idea about what I feel passionate these days.
GLOBAL WARMING CHILLS MY HEART!!
P.O.R.N. . . . more
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March 09, 2007 10:09 AM EST --
I heard the spring sounds
The song of the birds
Filled the air with music
I saw the spring sights
A small bud on a dogwood tree
Promise of beauty to come
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February 20, 2007 05:54 PM EST --
I have always had very vivid and realistic dreams. There are some dreams that will fade rather quickly and then there are ones I can still remember to this day. One in particular, when I was 18 and in . . . more
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May 06, 2007 02:41 AM EDT --
i am often asked
why i write
or how
and what
compels
this right hand
to script
erratic
incomprehensible
thoughts
that consistently
drown
my cerebral cortex
only to pay my heart a visit
awakening . . . more
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February 21, 2007 10:14 AM EST --
Awaking this morning
To weather warnings
Of frozen fog
How lovely the way the words
Slip off the tongue
Much like the crystals frozen in the air around me
Creating a prism of color on the . . . more
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September 07, 2007 01:28 PM EDT --
What makes us who we are?
Just how did we come to be?
Did we start out as dust, from a distant star?
Or did we swim ashore, and crawl from the sea?
Did some great God get bored one day?
Lurking . . . more
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March 31, 2007 02:14 AM EDT --
At noon, spread my legs, took a brisk walk in the sun,
Alone, by myself, not for grief or remorse,
Just some time all alone, for reflection, of course
As I went, tried catching rays, between my forefinger . . . more
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April 01, 2007 11:13 AM EDT --
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February 08, 2007 10:27 AM EST --
The coldest of cold
The heart can . . . more
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February 17, 2007 11:23 AM EST --
Palm tree summer day
Ocean scent and balmy breeze
My heaven on earth
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February 16, 2007 12:49 PM EST --
They are there you know
Under the ice and snow
Waiting for their turn
Their chance at life
The same elements we despise
Feed and nurture them
And when they are ready
In their time-they . . . more
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