Tag: words
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June 27, 2007 01:38 AM EDT --
"Make love to me," she said
and by that, she meant Make me
feel less like I am dying.
The sun through the curtains
colored the room
blue and white and yellow.
Her fallen hair
shone like fool's . . . more
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March 07, 2007 07:44 PM EST --
The car is our vardo, our gypsy
caravan. We speak our words
for cheap bread and expensive
wine. We pray for the ins of
Ginsberg, the knack of Kerouac.
We are a living limited offer, our
infinity bartered . . . more
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September 21, 2007 07:12 AM EDT --
Words are like harpoons. Once they go in, they are very hard to pull out.
-Fred Hoyle
Words are alive; cut them and they bleed.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
It's a good thing to be a student of . . . more
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May 14, 2008 03:08 AM EDT --
He didn't
Care what those
Others thought
Or said, their
Words and thoughts
Were as dry
Dust and wind;
It was her
Thoughts and words,
What she thought,
What she said,
He wished . . . more
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April 26, 2007 03:08 PM EDT --
Beyond that church there
By the small statue of an angel
She lies still. Flowers are fading.
Moss has staked a claim
On the small stone
That holds her name.
Hours he sits and stares
Guessing . . . more
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November 15, 2007 11:19 PM EST --
F air y Penguin, your name is air y-f air y.
F air y Godmother to you was unkind.
Your tiny little body must be very air ish
in the chill New Zealand brine.
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August 03, 2007 02:28 PM EDT --
Curtains billow with the flowing breeze
as I lie on my pillow and dream
a dream of swallows flown
flown away to hollows unknown
A flower child dances
flows through the crowd
slow turning . . . more
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June 19, 2007 02:18 AM EDT --
He hurt me
so deeply
with just
mere words
spoken carelessly.
Shook me
to the core.
He shattered
my hope,
tested my beliefs,
erased my dreams
in just one statement
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August 09, 2007 11:30 AM EDT --
Braving my new circumstances
with brazier hot tears;
those barbarous traitors
haven't betrayed me in years.
Now refusing my barest control,
they fall, un-barred and cold.
Freezing barbs . . . 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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February 06, 2007 01:13 AM EST --
Leigh pushed me through the cellar door
and the cellar stank of roots and earth
floorboards creaked and marked our berth
the lightbulb overhead burned bare
She closed behind . . . more
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November 18, 2007 03:35 PM EST --
Sometimes I let my emotions drive me, and
they take me on reckless pathways.
I didn't mean to hurt you
with the careless words I spoke;
I didn't mean to hurt you
when my own insecurities . . . more
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January 27, 2008 08:44 PM EST --
Written for and submitted to this week's Poetry Play on Words Challenge - key word "led" - to be used in many forms below. I hereby submit my poem "Beguiled" - Anita . . . more
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June 19, 2007 01:15 PM EDT --
Those of you that know Kat is doing it a bit tough, lets Gather together and bend a knee and say several prayers for Kat.
Kat.
Out there some where
Around about . . . more
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May 19, 2007 03:50 AM EDT --
Poetry readers
Our readers of the written where have you all gone
As writers of the written we love you to hear our words
Said out loud in your own enjoying pace
Words we write for . . . more
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January 29, 2008 10:12 PM EST --
Wrote this in twenty minutes, first day back from vacation, needing to just get the words flowing.
The trepidation of the steep fresh virgin white powder steals my breath. I stare through . . . more
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April 23, 2008 11:21 PM EDT --
And he arose, and rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea, Peace, be still. And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm.
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June 18, 2007 10:21 PM EDT --
Heart wings the air
By the lake it was no mistake
We embraced
Walked at a slow pace
Kissed me
What a beautiful place
Your eyes
Your lips
Your touch
To feel you so much . . . more
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August 24, 2007 03:59 PM EDT --
How do you make a heart repent
for love that's been so poorly spent,
to do penance for such a rare guilt
that this spendthrift heart has built.
Penannular reasoning only . . . more
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September 14, 2007 03:32 PM EDT --
Hear the raindrops crash to Earth?
Each one bears my name.
A fearsome thing, to be so known,
bearable just the same.
Each perfect pearl calls out,
yearning for my attention.
Clearly, . . . more
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