Tag: truth
group name: poetryexpress
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May 19, 2008 12:30 AM EDT --
I published one or two at a time on Snippets but want it to appear one time as a whole.
It was presented to my teen age philosophy club to teach them that TRUTH is the key to every problem whether . . . more
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August 18, 2007 06:44 PM EDT --
You slither slowly
through the garden grass
trying not to make a sound.
Slowly spinning tales made of lies.
Others don't see the real you
The snake
They don't see your underbelly . . . more
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November 16, 2007 11:54 AM EST --
I’m an observer, and I don’t miss much
I watch, and I wait for the cream to rise to the top
As it always does
The loudest voices are generally not the wisest
They often . . . more
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April 11, 2008 11:59 AM EDT --
Deep inside shattered dreams,
tucked behind
ripped out seams
of disrepair... . . . more
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April 27, 2008 04:59 PM EDT --
Down by the river,
A graceful and beautiful
Current is passing by with
A message of remembrance
Turning down an alley,
Caught in a cross fire
Shadows gathered
To watch the rise . . . more
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April 30, 2008 12:10 AM EDT --
Once I rediscovered
my heart an entire lifetime
listening to unknown voices
drifting slowly to an abyss
Drawn by shades
caught in the rain
against splendid breeze, . . . more
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March 09, 2008 02:42 PM EDT --
Perfection's lunacy lives...
In sidewalk cracks
where weeds take root,
In pots with cracks
where . . . more
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October 01, 2007 04:47 AM EDT --
Little man, barefoot boy with cheeks of tan
Looking through an hourglass made for you
Where dreams seeking promises start to brew
As you raft mighty river speaking truth
Pencil in each . . . more
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February 04, 2008 09:02 AM EST --
I open to you like a flower blooming,
unveiling a beauty
even I do not recognize.
Who is this women before you?
You wash over me
and the layers fall away;
I no longer recognize who . . . more
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May 03, 2008 11:52 AM EDT --
I wrote this as an aid for little ones that have been molested to feel free to admit the truth. (I had a child in mind at the time.) I tried to speak to some of their doubts . . . more
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March 01, 2007 10:01 PM EST --
I've worn this bandage
for so long.
It seems I forget
it's there sometimes
until I am bumped
and I bleed.
You tore it off
too quickly
revealing wounds
you couldn't . . . more
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February 25, 2008 08:15 PM EST --
for Jan Hersh, poet and artist of harmonious spiral and my dear friend, who dances stellar forms into dynamic embodiment.
How you got
Mapped like that
Blessed
* . . . more
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January 16, 2008 09:32 PM EST --
For my dear friend and fellow Gather poet Minnie W., whose exquisite subjectivity and the feeling maps that undergird it tell her where the truth lies, on the world wide web and in the wide world. . . . more
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January 21, 2008 12:19 PM EST --
My high school separation, a respite of joy
As I bandaged my wounds, removed the yoke crying
Freedom, sweet freedom your confusion I claim
As voices spoke of my calling to serve the Lord . . . more
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April 10, 2007 12:40 AM EDT --
There is something
about you
I don't understand.
Can't put my
finger on it.
Like no other man.
a distant memory
floats through my mind
a subtle touch
trying to recall an . . . more
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April 26, 2008 11:47 PM EDT --
Periodically,
I find myself going
through emotionless
stages of my life
stillness takes
control of my thoughts
predicting sleepless nights
on any given moment, . . . more
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February 22, 2007 05:58 PM EST --
How easy it is for the fire of your words
to spread to me,
igniting my calm spirit,
making me fight for my very existence,
and for my right to believe.
I am not you,
You are not me; . . . more
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September 23, 2007 07:17 AM EDT --
Could one pull shadows from the wall
Or glean a truth from wistful fall
When the bar is so firmly set
And salted wounds stay not your quest
Elusive visions yours to hold
As to coddle in acts . . . more
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December 01, 2007 05:32 AM EST --
I know I have some common sense
But out the window it was sent
It did not stop to say goodbye
Nor left a note to tell me why
I guess life's pressure made it sore
As nicks and . . . more
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January 16, 2008 07:39 AM EST --
Listen to the bl eat ing,
as the wind frolics
in the field.
Can one discern,
without ch eat ing-
the lambs and goats,
and wh eat and weeds-
all together as one?
. . . more
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