Tag: poem
group name: lightofpoetry
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September 30, 2008 04:23 PM EDT --
Waiting is a game
when we win it's pleasure
when we loose it's pain
waiting is a game.
The game begins when mother waits for the new babe
when lover waits for the new love
when . . . more
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May 03, 2007 10:52 AM EDT --
Gypsy Girl . . . more
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April 30, 2007 01:01 AM EDT --
Clandestine Moments ---26-April-2007
Clandestine moments of . . . more
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February 14, 2007 12:08 PM EST --
for Inmaculada Cara Martin, beloved wife, forever my valentine. With special use of the public domain lyrics from Richard Rogers and Lorenz Hart's immortal song, MY FUNNY VALENTINE, now a jazz . . . more
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January 07, 2007 11:56 PM EST --
So quiet and calm
So peaceful yet strange
A sense of fear and excitement
I walk on
Spirits and whispers
Wind in the leaves
Trees bending down
I walk on
Turns and steps
Rivers and . . . more
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October 04, 2007 09:22 AM EDT --
I'm forgetting your smile
ripe and wide as a melon slice
your constelllation of freckles
where I traced Andromeda
I renounce the memory of your breasts
and . . . more
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October 13, 2007 12:33 PM EDT --
Of course you are spiritually bereft. No one needs to tell you that. From inside the bars of your rib cage, you can barely get a glimpse of blue sky. You are ready for some good news and overjoyed . . . more
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September 27, 2008 02:37 AM EDT --
Sand between my toes
wind in my hair,
are you there?
Heart flutters
birds soar,
there’s the door!
My agony
is washed away
by the punishment
of pounding waves.
. . . more
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April 01, 2007 02:52 AM EDT --
Perhaps all we have to do
Is just to build this dream
Is to live by this illusion
To dream our dream of love
To have more than we have now
To need each other as no one before
That's . . . more
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October 23, 2007 02:31 PM EDT --
for Ed Nudelman, Gather´s most prolific poet troubador and my dear friend in the emptiness. This poem is as much about weathering brickbats in the real world as in the virtual. . . . more
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December 20, 2006 04:31 AM EST --
My horse and me!
Current mood: lonely
Category: Writing and Poetry
MY HORSE AND ME!
They run like the wind, through the fields of gold,
Her shiny mane, flying so bold,
The rush of the . . . more
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March 06, 2007 12:46 PM EST --
For years I heard a promising voice,
More than a figment of my imagination,
My mind’s magnificent creation,
There was hope in the voice,
That some day,
. . . more
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February 29, 2008 12:40 PM EST --
This is written for John Beck's Friday Gather Essentials: Writing
Two beings started the journey together
One was lame, other was blind
Blind carried the lame on his shoulders . . . more
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June 08, 2007 03:43 AM EDT --
Rain.... heaven's blessing
Soothe burning earth
Like prayer healing the soul
Rain, heaven’s blessing
06/06/07
another haiku ....can't think better than . . . more
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February 27, 2007 12:10 AM EST --
Forbidden Dream
In the corners of your mind
And the core of your design,
In the pout of your lips
And the sway of your hips,
You are a forbidden dream-
You are not what you seem.
. . . more
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October 02, 2007 11:42 PM EDT --
As you age you need less
they say, of sleep I mean
you hope it's true but long
for days you slept if tired
or maybe went without
but it was up to you then
Until noon? What the . . . more
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November 19, 2007 10:13 PM EST --
Here in the Ozarks we like to point out that there is no soil, and it's almost true, for what we have is unbelievably rocky. So this year, after four years of mighty struggles to . . . more
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December 26, 2007 05:16 PM EST --
sometime during the night,
my wife turned over
clutching the comforter
to her chin in a death grip.
this one thoughtless act
pulled the whole world
west with her . . . more
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August 01, 2007 10:03 PM EDT --
for my wife Inmaculada Cara Martin
Granada breathes out its burnt roses at dusk.
I think about the child I don´t have,
the children we won´t raise,
since my . . . more
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July 25, 2008 06:29 PM EDT --
WATCHING RHINE
It just lies here in its big
curve through Basel
on an early autumn
evening, possibly wanting
to have changed its course
a few times over the years
but maybe not minding . . . more
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