Tag: arts
group name: lightofpoetry
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November 28, 2006 05:54 PM EST --
I'm the Elevator Man,
. . . more
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December 23, 2006 03:29 AM EST --
Bite again old one
Your ancient teeth upon me
Welcome back my friend
more
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December 27, 2006 10:00 PM EST --
I am trying to draw;
post cards and layers
of messy paper with
scribbles cover the table –
there for inspiration
as if it were easy,
as if its what I do
every day
four days I have
thought and worked; . . . more
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September 10, 2007 03:41 PM EDT --
BEDROOM
in the brevity of this room
where we last were we,
before the searing darkness
of dead stars burned
these holes in my heart –
before the sadness of trees
in the middle days of . . . more
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March 08, 2007 03:32 PM EST --
I am a blank piece of paper, ready to be made into a masterpiece.
Make me into something pure, something raw,
So that I can show the world my colors.
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March 12, 2007 12:17 AM EDT --
Rites of winter
where are stopped
the interminable blossomings
when an ease can be achieved
surviving by a fire
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April 02, 2007 02:26 PM EDT --
Three Studies & a Canvas
our earth with its great
blotches
of ugly art
each of which able
to smother
flocks of chickadees
Study in oi
the boy has spent young manhood
destroying . . . more
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January 12, 2007 04:26 PM EST --
Turquoise is the sea borne sheen
Orange is my mandarin
Grey are my faded flowers
Blue are my lonely hours
But multi-hued is our romance
As we do the rainbow dance
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December 03, 2006 12:06 AM EST --
We watched each day's unending flight
'til all our 'scapes were deep and white
A string of balmy temps so fine
Then down from heaven it came divine
To blanket all in this new month
Where . . . more
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January 30, 2007 09:41 AM EST --
What I wanted to say
was that these moments of clarity
where you find yourself realizing
truths obvious
do not ever end,
don't come pre-supplied
with detailed plans
fully assembled,
and no matter . . . more
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December 20, 2006 11:24 PM EST --
(From November 30, 2004. This backyard tree later fell on our neighbors' garage -- but no one was hurt, and the insurance took care of damages.)
November's gloom befell our skies
Descending . . . more
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January 27, 2007 03:57 AM EST --
Sunken by you
For ever
I became a shell
Listening with attention , waiting,
For the high tide
You would tackle me
Inside you
Relishing
The magnitude of your love
My ocean . . . more
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April 29, 2007 12:11 PM EDT --
Strawberries and hypocrisies
are strewn by the way
that I place my choices
and make my day.
Water is the source of life
and my inspirational cue.
Let's have a clue
about who we think . . . more
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November 24, 2006 11:42 AM EST --
Whistling sounds howl through the night,
Bundled children hide from sight!
Glass panes rattle, shake from gales,
A wintry mix whips water and hail,
Pounds the roof, gulps snow, exhales!
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March 13, 2007 08:12 PM EDT --
To JFW http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.jsp?articleId=281474976930817
for his winged words and vibrant verse:
I praise
a spark
a flame
your name
your fame
will never fade
for carved in jade
with diamond's . . . more
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November 19, 2006 10:53 AM EST --
i think about you far away
separated everyday
and i wonder
when you dream
do you stream
thoughts of me
through your head
the memories bread
through our love
through our time
and with time
will . . . more
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March 08, 2007 05:13 AM EST --
Would that the truth be ever known
As, collarless, i face my life
That by my hand i fail myself
Yet still behind my fetters hide
From whence i came i must return
Defeated
No glory earned . . . more
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March 21, 2007 06:28 AM EDT --
Twisted desires claw through my mind
Erotic
Eclectic
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January 15, 2007 01:15 PM EST --
A Great Depression eroded hearts,
A hard life exacting hard labor
with little money to show for it
and even less time for fun.
Nights out were so very rare
infrequent escapes became . . . more
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April 21, 2007 11:14 PM EDT --
In between the sweet spring scenes
Lies a plot that’s rarely seen
Stones in ruin, love that’s been
Abandoned on this wind-swept fen.
All the words we shared, breathe out
But no one’s . . . more
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