Tag: travel
group name: lightofpoetry
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May 15, 2007 12:44 PM EDT --
it's
coming down now,
hail white pellets failing
down the awning flow,
both drips and stones
bouncing
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August 01, 2007 12:24 PM EDT --
When you aim high,
To make your own sky,
And you begin to work,
With the decision of do or die.
Leave no stone unturned,
And hit the nail on the head.
Work full twenty-four hours, . . . more
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September 30, 2008 12:48 PM EDT --
There must be something
Or someone racing behind
To make your neck twist
To catch sight of its approach . . .
But no, the road stretches on
Copyright 2008 Jim Ross
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January 24, 2007 05:19 PM EST --
Gigantic boulders
Veneered in crystalline ice
Jut out from mountain
Atop their sternness
Standing tall and gleaming proud:
One lone evergreen
Small evergreen trees
Nursing . . . more
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September 20, 2007 11:12 AM EDT --
For my dear friend here on Gather and fellow pre Simulationist poet Amy George, to whom I turned for advice on a poem for the first time last night, and whose key suggestion changed this piece from . . . more
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January 19, 2007 04:32 AM EST --
Could it be in the travels of my mind
I will ever meet a parallel to my heart?
Could it be that somewhere along the way
I've passed a future never giving it a thought?
My sails have billowed . . . more
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October 30, 2007 02:14 PM EDT --
The English language, not surprisingly, is rife with terms coined at sea. The British Isles, after all, are islands and the residents of those island travelled the oceans far and wide. Many of the common . . . more
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October 14, 2008 10:01 PM EDT --
We hit the ground running
So fast, that before we realized it
We were flying.
The way each curve fit
Into the other, and the extra arms
Made it easy.
We . . . 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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May 15, 2007 12:37 PM EDT --
mouthwash on the
hillside the spikes stick out
and holding
the cliff in one
fell swoop
i'm climbing and riding the crevasse
barren
except for the
lilacs . . . more
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January 15, 2007 12:59 AM EST --
Africa beckons, we must heed the call.
We meet in New York and greet one and all.
South African Air takes us to Dakar,
An overnight flight takes us afar.
Johannesburg then is our first overnight.
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March 29, 2007 10:29 AM EDT --
So, on the road again
Praying to your Deity
(Hi Deity, glad to know that you're doing ok)
The centre line marks the boundaries
Of the only home you'll ever know
Home is shrink wrapped cutlery, . . . more
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February 28, 2007 09:33 AM EST --
to anyboody else it was just a bag
tatty and travelled
some scratched and well loved music
a couple of old books full of scribble
a handfull of funky silver rings
an old watch
a petrol lighter
nothing . . . more
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December 05, 2006 12:32 PM EST --
It only seems like yesterday when we shared dreams up the Hill
Your siblings played and laughed as you wiped away their tears.
Through pouring rain and sunny days you swallowed their pain.
As you wispered . . . more
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July 23, 2007 03:37 PM EDT --
they came
moonless three AM
on a glassed and windless sea
a wavy masquerade of glittering stars.
wind dancer was lulled snug between
anchors fore and aft well set
their rodes slackened in the calm. . . . more
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April 13, 2007 11:40 PM EDT --
Can you remember the siren cicadas
Their silencing cadence
Cascading through trees?
The neon-green night glow
Blinking like Morse Code
Serenading the bees.
The good kind of hummers . . . more
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March 01, 2007 06:57 AM EST --
The difference between skies
On different sides
When looking up through light pollution
In this green and septic isle
No reason may i find to smile
Strain your eyes, search aloft to find
The Goddess, . . . more
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November 17, 2006 08:10 PM EST --
November winds caress the birch,
Their swarming, siren, creases each bough.
December's wind, if it be wild,
Will stir and slap each branch with snow.
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March 07, 2007 07:44 PM EST --
The car is our vardo, our gypsy
caravan. We speak our words
for cheap bread and expensive
wine. We pray for the ins of
Ginsberg, the knack of Kerouac.
We are a living limited offer, our
infinity bartered . . . more
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June 29, 2007 09:31 AM EDT --
Sandy Beaches
Scanty Dressing
Blessing
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