Tag: poetry
group name: poetryexpress
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March 04, 2008 03:46 PM EST --
Disc--Poetry Please single word challenge
I took out the movie
and slid it on in.
The DVD player
won't work again.
I pull out the disc,
maybe to . . . more
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April 30, 2008 03:45 AM EDT --
Email? Love It!
I love to get my email,
check it many times a day.
My computer is slow like a snail,
but that doesn't get in my way.
It all looks interesting to me,
so I open mail . . . more
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June 02, 2008 11:04 AM EDT --
. . . .One day he will find me here
playing amongst the violets with butterflies
dancing off my skin to the delight of a thousand lonely pixies
who hunger only for the words to drink out of my . . . more
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July 24, 2008 02:22 PM EDT --
Inspired by the visual creation of Meredith P.
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You never know . . . more
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July 11, 2008 05:55 PM EDT --
The sprout emerges
roots drawing in nourishment
from the forest floor
nearby flora competing
struggling to feed and to thrive.
(This is an entry written for the Gather . . . more
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June 10, 2008 02:00 PM EDT --
When she sees him,
her first thought
is of the myth of the Yup'ik
and the hundreds of words
they have for snow.
It seems unfair that English
does not provide her
with hundreds . . . more
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June 13, 2008 08:13 AM EDT --
The princess stumbled over the fine mess of seeds he'd made
she fell out of a pair of glass slippers cast in crystal ideals
The prince picked up the impossible shoes and took them back
the . . . more
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June 19, 2008 11:29 AM EDT --
Out of the corner of my eye
I saw your love in the intricate birthmark on your hand
come out of your lonely pilgramage to bruise my moments
in your cupped palm
and your mullberry lies
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October 23, 2007 02:31 PM EDT --
for Ed Nudelman, Gather´s most prolific poet troubador and my dear friend in the emptiness. This poem is as much about weathering brickbats in the real world as in the virtual. . . . more
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March 04, 2007 07:10 PM EST --
Twenty pigeons pecked
Leaves piled for winter's compost,
Yellow beaks bobbing
With hope for a wormy meal
You knew lay squirming beneath
Copyright 2007 Jim Ross
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June 23, 2008 12:07 PM EDT --
None if this was supposed to go this way....
I wasn't supposed to fall,
not here, not now
my heart lives in a thousand other moments
in a tapestry with wild deer ambling with arrows through . . . more
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September 10, 2007 01:26 AM EDT --
Weathered, wearied, worn
Depleted, exhausted….TIRED
Anxiously waiting
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December 23, 2007 01:19 PM EST --
There is a song inside my mind
I'm not sure how it goes.
It starts off very slowly
But then the melody grows.
The words are so elusive
each time they're not the same.
It is my very favorite . . . more
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February 17, 2008 06:59 PM EST --
Although many miles lie between us
there exists even less between us
t han if we were but mere inches apart.
For now, I cannot possibly forget you
or even neglect you . . . more
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June 11, 2008 09:55 PM EDT --
If I could small talk, I could have been a contender. The web is, by and large, small talk. A never-ending, ever-changing cocktail party, with guests and crashers hurrying in and out,ready with circuit-thin . . . more
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June 10, 2007 01:17 AM EDT --
PARson, hear me
I don’t come to sPAR
I come to listen, PARtake
And hear what you imPARt.
I’m not a meek little sPARrow
To look up at your PARapet
Blindly swallowing
And dancing on your PARquet. . . . more
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June 06, 2008 02:05 PM EDT --
A girl is born, weighing in at 8lbs 8oz, the year 1959.
Will she struggles with the newness of life,
accomplished humans say good bye
Buddy Holly, Frank Lloyd Wright and Lou Castillo
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June 19, 2008 11:11 AM EDT --
He loves me
he wants to eat the monster straight out of me
he loves me not like you
he doesn't understand how I crave the bruises too
He loves me
he needs to rip the madness right out of . . . more
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June 20, 2008 10:40 AM EDT --
They tell me that I reach for men who's hands are brazen in display
that I intentionallly look upon the sweet ones in dismay
that I do not know how to bend or shake the brutes out of my . . . more
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March 26, 2007 02:47 PM EDT --
I press the memory of you
against my creased brow,
leaving a shadow stain
that will not fade.
I spread the essence of you
across my skin
recalling simplicity
of desire and flight.
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