Tag: memories
group name: poetrypages
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March 09, 2008 10:48 PM EDT --
Ecstasy falling
Midsummer Night
A Cool breeze alluring you
to edge of the Ocean floor
As time comes closer to unveiling
clouds arouse by the sounds
of a violin stringing . . . more
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August 24, 2008 10:10 AM EDT --
It is hard to believe that these hot
Summer months have hazily drifted by
While . . . more
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July 06, 2007 09:14 PM EDT --
My Heart
I cannot
believe
that I am
here
without you.
For years
this house
has been
our home.
But
you are
gone
now.
And it's . . . 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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July 10, 2007 12:19 AM EDT --
When We First Met
Do you remember
the first time we met?
We stumbled
into each other
at the grocery store.
Stammering
our apologies
we introduced
ourselves.
I . . . more
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July 25, 2008 11:21 AM EDT --
Oh, for a heart that will look within
And not see this body degraded from sin.
My Lord has forgiven and forgotten my past
But the tell on my body will always last. . . . 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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March 06, 2007 03:05 AM EST --
The house where I was born
Has been torn
Down now. The bricks and mortar
That gave us shelter
Are reduced to rubble and waste.
What the haste
Was or what the need
I do not know. They feed . . . 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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July 20, 2007 10:38 PM EDT --
My memories are
scattered pieces
blowing in the wind
some floating carelessly
others moving with purpose.
Some are solid and strong
taking root in my soul
like a tree
never swaying . . . more
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July 03, 2007 10:15 AM EDT --
MEMORIES
Memories.
They are all
that's left now.
And
Sometimes
even they
fail me.
The color of
your hair
as it blows . . . more
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January 06, 2008 07:54 PM EST --
I found myself buried in sand
head to toe;
Sand cuts, sand fleas
eating away at my body
as I suffocated in despair;
But you washed over me,
cleansing my wounds,
breathing . . . more
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May 18, 2008 08:27 AM EDT --
I know you are there
I know you are there,
On these steaming roads
And on the teasing hills,
Along the shore of hope.
Hand holding hand
. . . more
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November 22, 2007 08:08 AM EST --
Remembering it
Like it was yesterday
With the stiff necked father
And broken mother
And the lusty girl
From across the river
Sniffing around him
Like some damned cat
And mother saying not . . . more
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October 30, 2007 03:29 PM EDT --
There's nothing quite like an October day,
for it brings back cherished memories...
Memories of my childhood as my sister and me
dressed up in our Halloween costumes
for the . . . more
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June 22, 2008 02:32 PM EDT --
Is this you in the wedding
Photograph? Yes. St Mark's church.
1951. Late June.
Your hair looks nice, and the dress
Looks fine. Not mine. It was the
One my mother wore and her
Mother before . . . more
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June 29, 2008 02:38 PM EDT --
Wasn't sure if i should toss 'um
Maybe donate their pricelessness
Because they really reek of love forgotten
Once the very reason I exist
No smells remain, detergent hidden
Each . . . more
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June 27, 2008 07:13 AM EDT --
There was still that emptiness
Since he'd left, still that dullness
At dawn, the weak seep of light
Through the torn blinds, the brittle
Birdsong, and her spread out on
The bed, her arms . . . more
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March 28, 2008 11:18 AM EDT --
I remember well these fields of childhood,
always green,
and how I played hide and seek
in the old barn,
the smell of fresh hay soft beneath me.
The sun beamed through weathered . . . more
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