Tag: poem
group name: writeful
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March 03, 2007 07:04 PM EST --
in a blue black space
with a cream center
the blackest blue
an oreo for the night
with a wicked grin
got some milk
moon says yes
dipping and grinning.
. . . more
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September 04, 2007 01:25 PM EDT --
I called you Willow Woman after our creek trek.
Bound bundle of leafed stems tied at your belt,
Strong walking stick in hand, sprig of willow
Stuck through your straw hatband-
You posed for . . . more
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September 02, 2007 10:16 PM EDT --
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Where the freeway onramp ends, there we'll park
and open doors to wild plum trees bent with birth
upon limbs, amid leaves, beyond the fence girth;
we'll take white pails from the trunk while . . . more
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March 15, 2008 11:17 PM EDT --
As I walked through
the valley of shadows
our past impose a curfew
on my imagination, sadly
thoughts hold on to me.
Confusion clouds . . . more
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August 30, 2007 12:52 PM EDT --
She lives in a room dedicated to thimbles and books,
keen upon cases of floss ordered from eBay
and the sheen of marginal glosses on scripts.
She’s papered her walls
with paragraphs, . . . more
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September 01, 2007 03:05 PM EDT --
After the funeral friends and strangers parted
from me like the river splits to bypass
a stand of sand and willows.
It has been so long since we fished,
except by way of dreams about Cabo . . . more
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September 03, 2007 12:41 PM EDT --
Still night, the stars begin to turn, waver
as if in friendly departure from dawn's approach.
Our vision outdistances Time - I see signs
of radiance perhaps gone. And yet, we scatter . . . more
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June 29, 2007 06:51 AM EDT --
Came kicking and screaming into that new world
changing more than just the attitude in me
Red hair and long legs just like me but yet again
not me, . . . more
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September 01, 2007 12:13 PM EDT --
She naps through November,
a calico feline,
back curved into the bluff
as if in an easy chair, and purrs
the stone riffles of autumn,
her tail a quiet “s” trickle
between hardpan and . . . 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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September 02, 2007 03:06 PM EDT --
A Later Draft
An hour of heat and slight hot wind
A wind warm with bickering in trees
Trees, summer skirted with leaves
Leaves with skirted summer; trees
Trees into bickering with warm wind
Wind hot, . . . more
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January 07, 2008 03:55 PM EST --
The Diggers sway, lean out needled fingers
in easy forty-fives, wrench back, gray turnings
of sap greens: rain's way of backspacing
tints and tones, pixel by pixel, erased. . . . more
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July 21, 2007 05:03 PM EDT --
I missed your face today, and
this whole thing seems wrong.
We need to talk, you know
that sudden turn of events.
The leaves are turning and
you aren't here, and I’ve changed.
The . . . more
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November 26, 2007 08:36 AM EST --
Hi everyone, I’ve entered my novel, The Friend Behind the Mask, in the Court TV Search for the Next Great Crime Writer Contest, and I must admit that the stress of trying to get people to vote . . . more
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December 08, 2007 02:02 PM EST --
I will stay by your side on the darkest day
when your best intentions are not enough
lost in shadows I'll help you find your way
I'll stay by your side when it don't . . . more
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May 06, 2007 12:13 PM EDT --
The sweet fragrance of happiness surrounds us all the while,
But we have no time to even offer a smile.
We are busy day and night, in worldly strife,
We have no time to spend in living our life.
We . . . more
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April 29, 2007 04:49 PM EDT --
Deepening respect,
grows to
enlightenment
of my life.
I see
the truth,
as it stands
before me...
real
and unaware
of my
admiration.
My breath
quickens-
my pulse, skips
as I walk . . . more
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August 07, 2007 08:20 AM EDT --
WHISPERS . . . more
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November 18, 2007 03:38 PM EST --
Close your eyes
rest your head
close off the world
nothing to be said
lean into me
just for tonight
catch your breath
give up the fight
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March 19, 2007 02:08 PM EDT --
You're only twelve,
little boy.
What were you thinking?
You wait behind bars
you should never have seen.
Bars so different from the monkey bars
on the playground of your youth.
What were you . . . more
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