Tag: poem
group name: postitpretty
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September 10, 2007 03:41 PM EDT --
BEDROOM
in the brevity of this room
where we last were we,
before the searing darkness
of dead stars burned
these holes in my heart –
before the sadness of trees
in the middle days of . . . more
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August 03, 2008 07:00 AM EDT --
As I sit here and imagine dawns touching tomorrows
Shall I be with you or a remembrance your smile keeps
Like a star shining forever, so warmest heart believes
But now you lie sleeping and I awake . . . more
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August 11, 2008 01:50 PM EDT --
What's on my plate is what's on my plate
No need to look for other definitions
Like those that ride on the tail winds
Of rusting steam engine trains
That cast off traces of shadow
Lingering . . . more
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June 06, 2008 04:14 PM EDT --
Standing beneath weathered oak tree branches
Being clothed by darkness in a moonless sky
And starlight was gently spackled on the leaves
Playfully weaving with the wind's melody
That had no . . . more
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July 11, 2008 11:09 AM EDT --
I must admit I'm trying to turn back the clock
So I sat down in innocence and promptly forgot
As I drifted past the daydreams into nothingness
And the self that I knew suddenly ceased to exist . . . more
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August 05, 2008 09:07 AM EDT --
One could imagine the situation
A culture hypnotized by TV's ooze inflamed
Addictive wanton stellar sensation
Doubtlessly playing restraining mind games
Belief acts on indivisible agents in . . . more
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November 17, 2007 06:30 PM EST --
They who only walk
Cannot fathom those who fly
Their eyes reject sight
more
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November 05, 2007 03:50 PM EST --
Words are fashioned without regress
As they weave a pattern of hues
And paint canvasses with broad strokes
That touch our soul with daily news
A word unsaid can have affect . . . more
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December 03, 2007 10:38 AM EST --
Here I sit so weak and merry
Wish I had a bowl of cherries
But I don't in my search to find
Something nice or an ax to grind
If my mind seeks feral release
In the vacuum . . . more
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December 06, 2007 05:20 AM EST --
He danced to her table
Handed her a note
Though they had never spoken
This moment of simplicity
Soon led to their love
He was just a stranger
Lost upon his way
To find some . . . more
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December 09, 2007 11:01 PM EST --
The gentle Muse had stubbed his toe
And the canvas in his hold
Had slipped into the full moon night
For a girl with glass dreams in sight
The Muse said I need someone
To paint with words . . . more
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September 27, 2007 02:58 AM EDT --
Perhaps another day I'll find
Something you said to grasp my mind
When opportunity has passed
To hear the voice of your sweet song
Shadows are never given due
When warmth of cold sun . . . 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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October 30, 2007 09:54 AM EDT --
There are conflicting stories about where the term bogeyman originated. The Spice Islands, for me, seem the most likely. Hence this little poem. Have fun!
The spice-laden bark,
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January 12, 2008 05:11 AM EST --
Where is the scene of triumphs made
Do not photographs etch these truths
Forever binding that we paste
In endless journeys of our sublime hues
Where absence . . . more
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April 19, 2008 02:56 PM EDT --
The embers of youth had drawn their last breath
As transitions started bereft of rest
Confusion seemed to have so many doors
As I made my way down long corridors
Narrow narrow the walls . . . more
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April 24, 2008 01:54 PM EDT --
Syntax my existence in one line if you can
With biographic effluence of timeless Pan
For who but the idle stranger could this world touch
And sense the transformation of forgotten love
Stirred . . . more
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May 19, 2008 03:18 PM EDT --
I shall make a batter to make a lovely cake
Ingredients well prepared in the steps I take
A pantry overflowing with spices and herbs
A teaspoon of each sprinkled over promised verbs
For . . . more
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May 29, 2008 04:26 PM EDT --
Shall I presume life is no stranger
To the silence a cold night brings
As wisps of clouds drift with starlight
Marking time, tracing scenes
Leaving gusts within dreams
Where yesterday has time . . . more
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June 03, 2008 02:45 PM EDT --
Decades have come and gone like seasons of various lengths
Black and white TV seems like the faintest of dreams
Then I saw the peacock and heard Walt Disney speak
And off we went twisting down new . . . more
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