Tag: poems
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June 10, 2008 02:50 PM EDT --
It was "high tide
at the hideout"
or some such pulp
to play....
a bunch of bad men
a bundle of currency
a busty bottle blonde with
a frivolous yet felonious
. . . more
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June 10, 2008 03:12 PM EDT --
The Cubs were on the radio, game tied in the fifth. Shiloh lay in late afternoon shade, steadily working a bone. There was a lake breeze, cool and constant. Maybe that's what excited a squadron of . . . more
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July 27, 2008 05:33 PM EDT --
A lop-sided moon
Shows its pock-marked face,
Smirking in a sky bereft of cloud.
While winter trees stretch,
Twisting their limbs toward the sky,
Lifting their last blood dried leaves in silence, . . . more
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August 26, 2008 09:12 PM EDT --
Once I thought to be in love
Once I had someone love me
When I was young and unaware
Of how fragile true love could be
Once I broke a young girl's heart
By carelessly . . . more
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June 28, 2008 10:12 AM EDT --
Ordinarily it wouldn't have happened,
But the booze went to my head.
I lost my inhibitions
And I wound up in your bed.
You looked into my eyes
And lit my body's fire
Pressed your lips . . . more
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July 05, 2008 03:59 AM EDT --
In the park
a chubby pink child
rests on a bench
in her mother's arms,
eating long strands of blond hair
in affectionate clumps,
and staring at embracing lovers
who smile back.
In . . . more
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July 13, 2008 03:12 PM EDT --
I used to keep my heart
In a woven wicker basket
On a cluttered closet shelf.
It was safe there.
You came along one day
bringing candied sunshine on a stick,
I put it away in a black box . . . more
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September 24, 2007 04:17 PM EDT --
the coffee smelled so warm of vanilla and pleasure
the new fall morning was crisp
and I enjoyed any excuse to be with you
so rare these teenage days
we would drive down foxton road to . . . more
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September 10, 2007 09:39 AM EDT --
POETRY CENTRAL Volume 3, Number 5 ~Poems on Poems~
A poem should be motionless . . . more
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November 18, 2007 07:07 PM EST --
Predator
By Carole Shukle
Copyright 2006
The snake dangled from
the talons of the swift hawk
like limp spaghetti.
more
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June 30, 2008 02:51 AM EDT --
Alone in the darkness,
I stand at my window
and gaze down on my deserted block,
barely lit by a single street lamp.
Suddenly, I see him,
The old man sitting lonely
On the September cold, . . . more
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June 10, 2008 03:59 PM EDT --
a phone found me
a friend rang
run to the news she said
it's raining people
thank God no camera
was close up
yet my imagination
had Hubble-like zoom
with tower two my heart
fell . . . more
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June 30, 2008 02:24 AM EDT --
I am a spent bomb,
Shell of a woman.
The fragmentation
Of somebody's dream
The remnants of a nightmare
She never knew she had.
I am without self
A mass of tissue
Mutated to human . . . more
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June 30, 2008 03:28 AM EDT --
At the end of my life, I live,
And dream my way back
Through a thousand acres of time
To when I sat small and unalone,
Listening to the whispers
Of unloved maple leaves.
At the end of my . . . more
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July 06, 2008 04:56 PM EDT --
We strive for the secret,
Yet never quite reach it.
And the old are still the young
With grayer hair and paper skin,
While the child plays house
In Mama's clothes,
Innocent, yet knowing. . . . more
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June 17, 2007 02:22 AM EDT --
Irene who wasn't Leon's wife
who may have been from Costa Rica
crocheted a Christmas mouse
with a gray stitch tail
disappeared shortly after
the New Year
Nerdy Mr. C
the least popular science . . . more
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May 31, 2008 10:48 PM EDT --
Without a name you are
nor are you with a purpose
no subject chosen for your virtue
you are more precious than my person
poetic verses
how i form thee in your anonymity
unsure of what . . . more
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July 06, 2008 02:49 PM EDT --
Haven't slept in several nights.
Just been sitting here in my blue bedroom,
Slurping cups of cold coffee,
Chain-smoking stale cigarettes.
And thinking about Sonya.
She came to me again . . . more
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July 08, 2008 03:38 AM EDT --
When Steffie died,
She lived on
as tears on Mama's cheeks.
The bright colored dresses
with delicate lace
and the dolls with button eyes
were put away
But, still Mama cried.
Why is death? . . . more
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February 11, 2007 01:38 PM EST --
For Nicki M. (my beloved girlfriend)
I Long For Your Touch
Words Can't Describe the Feeling
I Love You So Much
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