Tag: poetry
group name: lightofpoetry
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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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May 06, 2007 12:56 PM EDT --
Friends come and go but enemies accumulate
Use and abuse me, but oops! What if I retaliate?
Can you draw your weapon before I shoot you down?
Can you stare back if I growl and frown? . . . more
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November 02, 2007 01:46 PM EDT --
I've been sitting on this for awhile-note the dead metaphor there. It's something I dashed off one day while pondering the collaboration on constructive criticism that Amy George . . . more
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October 03, 2008 09:10 AM EDT --
Somewhere, eons ago,
an ancestor of mine said
"Yes" instead of "No"
and set into motion this course
that has tracked through
an infinite array
of possibilities . . . more
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August 30, 2007 11:29 PM EDT --
Sí, la marea me ha regresado,
¿Sabes tú por qué?
Porque quería, y yo la quería
Y un día así fue
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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 14, 2007 04:08 PM EST --
Time changes everything
I sat on this rock for fifty years and watched the world around me change.
I watched the laid back ways of life switch off for the oh-so-common hustle bustle of life today.
I watched . . . more
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March 11, 2007 05:34 PM EDT --
Totally Jaded
There are colors
There are rainbows
There is the dark
In the darkest night
There’s a voice
That whispers softly
Telling me it
Will be all right
I cry softly
In my sorrow
More than . . . 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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January 11, 2007 07:31 PM EST --
“Panthers”
Black stealthy creatures
Whiskered sensors like radar
Noiselessly rove by
ã 07 Barbra L
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January 18, 2007 11:23 AM EST --
Exuberant rays
Sun, coddle me in your warmth
Target my cold heart
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June 19, 2007 04:46 PM EDT --
(I wrote this during a group writing exercise where we submitted secrets and then chose one that was not ours. The secret I chose was this: I am not sure who the father of my baby is, and I'm afraid . . . more
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October 14, 2008 05:08 PM EDT --
You gave me 10 stars for good behavior,
(but I really wasn't so good)
It didn't take long for me to learn
how to move,
how to cry,
how to smile,
how to fly
far far away from my . . . more
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December 23, 2007 01:19 PM EST --
There is a song inside my mind
I'm not sure how it goes.
It starts off very slowly
But then the melody grows.
The words are so elusive
each time they're not the same.
It is my very favorite . . . more
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February 17, 2008 06:59 PM EST --
Although many miles lie between us
there exists even less between us
t han if we were but mere inches apart.
For now, I cannot possibly forget you
or even neglect you . . . 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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September 03, 2007 12:36 PM EDT --
Around the room, my life in shapes
Could I ever be more than all my things,
Could I ever feel the liquid energy
Of a life without my own debris?
Stuck on questions . . . more
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October 26, 2007 09:44 AM EDT --
Many thanks for John Beck for the inspiration. It's a puzzle, but those who know my predilection will understand.
Predilection
I work for . . . more
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April 17, 2008 10:51 PM EDT --
On the occasion of our anniversary, a tribute to my beloved wife Neal Ann
She Buys Me Tools
I catch myself boasting inside
About my prowess
When the . . . 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.
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