Tag: poetry
group name: writeful
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August 12, 2007 11:50 AM EDT --
R each the stars and fly me across the moon
Abeautiful melody pass through this destiny
J ust for pretending the sadness smile
E nclose the dreams for all memories
N ear me a fairies sleep like an angel . . . more
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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 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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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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March 12, 2007 08:39 PM EDT --
Hard as stone
wrapped on a core
could not let in
would not let out.
. . . 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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August 31, 2007 03:33 PM EDT --
On Monday the air at my open window came in uninvited
and at such a pace: not a run, not a skip, but with the sweep
of a ballroom diva gliding a fast fox-trot. I had no choice
but to name . . . more
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March 24, 2007 11:57 PM EDT --
Working on a paper for my poetry class. Emailed my prof to make sure that I was on track re: what he is looking for. Got a lengthy email (complimentary, even) back - which included one of the two poet's . . . 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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April 24, 2008 12:28 PM EDT --
Your criticisms (and praise) will be highly appreciated. I'd like to do the final editing on this piece .
Nicholas and I parked our Harleys outside that great majestic Manhattan hotel, . . . 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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March 29, 2007 11:22 AM EDT --
Who ever asks?
Who ever asks
anyone else
if their life
has meant
anything?
Well, no,
not flat out
like that.
Asked--
what you lived
and felt
and saw. . . . more
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July 27, 2007 07:38 PM EDT --
over the peak
billowy clouds drop off to
steal a peek
more
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March 31, 2007 04:33 PM EDT --
Fashionistas accord
the new green blazing
placed upon tired arms
and new sleeves.
Lifting timid fingers
towards a new green hope
carpets whose warp . . . 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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August 29, 2007 03:42 PM EDT --
Let's pause for a moment and think of the devastation caused by rampant roaring fires of large parts of Greece. I think that a prayer is needed. Amen. Thank you all.
Introduction
The nine Muses of . . . more
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July 23, 2007 02:59 PM EDT --
Was it merely the moon
Or was it the heady wine?
Did they both dissolve
All of our futile restraint?
You swept back your hair
With a defianf brush
As your bosom heaved
And your wanton sleeve slipped
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December 13, 2007 01:11 PM EST --
This follows on from "What's John Donne doing in a Taxi?"
Priya stood in front of the main door of the luxurious residence where the party was taking place. She looked anxious as . . . 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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