Tag: family
group name: poetrypages
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April 07, 2008 05:15 PM EDT --
Poetry Form: Lanterne
Dedicated to my angel, Gail
written on the day she was
diagnosed with terminal cancer
and who passed away in January 2006
. . . more
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July 07, 2008 12:09 PM EDT --
When I first joined Gather, I posted this as my first article. I know so many new people, and it is going to be 6 years ago this week that I wrote this and she died. Oddly enough, this . . . more
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July 17, 2008 06:59 AM EDT --
As I reread my article, several things jumped out at me. After I got myself scraped off of the ceiling, I realized that this needed some work. It is amazing how much more you notice, . . . more
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August 15, 2008 06:22 PM EDT --
Does he see me when he looks at me?
Does he notice how much I have changed?
Can he . . . more
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July 05, 2008 11:24 PM EDT --
Thirty-Two Years Ago
Dedicated to my beloved mother, Patricia
The first time I saw her,
Was thirty-two years ago.
Her hair was a golden brown
Her voice was soft like snow
I loved her then, . . . more
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August 19, 2008 03:46 PM EDT --
I want to dedicate this to my daughter, since watching her coach and perform inspired my to write this. I hope she likes it.
The Living Tapestry
Swirls of color
Spinning
Majestic . . . more
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February 09, 2008 11:56 AM EST --
You turned your head,
closed your eyes
while your little girl
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January 29, 2007 09:55 AM EST --
When he was holding me tight,
it was your arms around me that night.
When he was kissing me passionately,
it was your lips that i responded to ravishly.
when we made lasting love,
it was your . . . more
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April 22, 2008 08:17 PM EDT --
No cables
No signature labels
No presidential tables
But I keep on coming back
No aircons
No recreations
No healthy conversations
But I keep on coming back to this
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May 16, 2008 03:05 AM EDT --
two people
met somewhere in their life
they don't remember when
it doesn't matter
they get to know each other better
even if they don't want to
because not wanting . . . more
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April 14, 2008 12:43 AM EDT --
Poetry Form: 30 Words or Less
Three years ago he weaseled into my life
Three months ago I weasled him out
April 14, 2008
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January 17, 2008 03:30 PM EST --
Mama used to say
It smells like snow ,
and I didn't understand,
but knew that when she said it,
snow was surely coming.
Daddy would put chains on his truck,
and . . . more
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June 19, 2008 03:35 PM EDT --
In my house,
my little house
. . . more
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July 31, 2007 10:55 PM EDT --
Warm summers
Sitting on the portch swing
Arms crossed
Looking alike
Only memory I can seem to recall
As I sit there
Looking at the stone
That you are now
The only reminder that you where here . . . more
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June 28, 2008 06:09 AM EDT --
Dark Days
There are dark days ahead in our world,
getting longer and darker as they go by.
Sunshine only makes my eyes hurt,
but rain makes me cry.
His room, while nice is still a hospital; . . . more
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December 26, 2007 04:28 PM EST --
( A curious thing happened in writing this poem to my daughter this Christmas. As I was writing it, I realized that not only was I writing it to her...I was writing it to the inner child inside . . . more
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February 03, 2006 04:04 AM EST --
I took my bottle with note sealed inside
I buried it in the yard, a promise I would hide
I marked it with a rock, so I'd know just where to go
years from . . . more
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July 05, 2008 11:36 PM EDT --
A Beautiful Friendship Lost
Dedicated to my best friend, Lance (b.1979-d.2006)
The first time I saw you, your eyes glistened wildly,
An explosion went off in my heart!
I yearned for your friendship, . . . more
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July 10, 2008 04:29 PM EDT --
At Night
Dedicated to my best friend, Lance Ewens
When, at night, I linger placid,
My heart begins to shatter.
I hear you utter through dulcet voice
That you need me...
So that we could . . . more
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March 16, 2008 12:47 PM EDT --
Yesterday I saw
Mom and Dad;
I re-read reviews of the twelve
Plays my mother starred in
1970 through 1982;
(she said she carries a list of the plays
with her in her purse; that's telling) . . . more
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