Tag: arts
group name: freeverselovers
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August 11, 2006 12:20 AM EDT --
With toes curling
in and out on the
the thick pile rug,
I begin to
imagine in my head
The words to pen
that set us apart
and unequal
.
Fingers play
the keys
I hear
in my head
Now . . . more
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August 10, 2006 08:00 AM EDT --
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August 11, 2006 12:05 AM EDT --
Out of the blue
my lover came to me
Then out of the blue
he was gone.
My love for him
never ended...
Thirty years that
Took us through:
A husband or two,
children,...
and . . . more
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October 06, 2007 08:35 PM EDT --
The New River flows up and down and all around the south. It is the oldest river in the United States, I have been told.
The Watauga River, the Catawba River, the Cumberland River sweep through the mountains . . . more
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August 14, 2006 08:38 AM EDT --
Horns and hammers in
the distance,
kids playing
Oh, hear, the songs of late summer!
Take the sound away
and I'd be more inspired
to write,
to listen . . . more
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August 12, 2006 12:53 AM EDT --
The rain gently
spitting
Tingles the flesh
as I walk
through clouds
and a blank horizon.
The rain tingles
stirring awareness,
How alive I feel.
more
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September 08, 2006 12:57 AM EDT --
Okay, it is after midnight and I just completed one of my little scribbles and it disappeared before I could capture it to publish. Can someone tell me why this happens? I write my poem here, . . . more
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August 05, 2006 06:01 PM EDT --
He's driven by what he hears in his head.
It is there to bring out what is best in him.
He's driven even more to compose,
to
express,
to . . . more
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August 10, 2006 08:18 AM EDT --
He waits in despair
Hoping his one true
love would appear.
She's aloof and
refuses to talk
The blowouts and
the misdemeanors
in the mind is all
contained for now.
What has become
of him?
She's . . . more
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August 12, 2006 01:01 AM EDT --
<h2>The smell of autumn
leaves permeates my
senses. Someone's burning:
The Raking Time is here.
So strongly that
scent I still remember.
It takes me back -
to when autumn leaves
did not last . . . more
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September 30, 2007 07:39 PM EDT --
In the desert it rains in your dreams or on occasion.
In the desert the rain is miles away
And the sky is painted black and blue and gold and white.
In the desert it rains with the odor of a thousand . . . more
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August 10, 2006 11:53 PM EDT --
This week has been a strange one.
Too many lost friends suddenly
Showing up, like ghosts.
Wanting to know what has happened
After thirty plus years have past.
Why after all these weeks? Why,
Do they . . . more
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August 26, 2006 12:33 AM EDT --
The big Russian blue cat
stretches his long body
of muscle and fur across the old
wooden desk.
The big Russian blue cat, now purring in deep throat,
stretches . . . more
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August 19, 2006 11:52 PM EDT --
Death comes in moments when we
are never ready.
So it is again. Life has left
me breathless,
I've lost another I may have loved,
had I taken the time to know him.
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August 22, 2006 10:13 PM EDT --
The sun touched my arm today.
I turned to watch the sunbeams play.
Then the array all sped away.
The evening dampness is setting in;
I'm strangely agitated,
Decisions require my . . . more
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August 30, 2006 02:49 AM EDT --
These are a combination of free verse and standard rhyme-meter works. They are three poems I used in a three stage poetry slam. ...and no I didn't win LOL.
THE FOREVER CHILD PART I
The flame of . . . more
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August 18, 2006 06:28 PM EDT --
In between summer and winter
there is an elusive
season called Spring.
So inadequate I don't
think it exists.
Even harder to distinguish:
As they say, 'hope springs'
But when 'eternal' . . . more
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January 04, 2007 08:32 PM EST --
But this is our house! I cry
Where we go when we want to be
Mothers and Daughters again.
I stage my most gruesome protest.
it's dirty gum color! naked spaghetti color!
and with what pudrid phoenetics: . . . more
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August 23, 2006 10:35 PM EDT --
The geese fly formation style
Over the house where in bed
I lay my head.
I wonder how they know to do this?
Every autumn since the beginning
of time.
The steady forces of nature
constant . . . more
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September 01, 2006 08:58 AM EDT --
To all the daughters
who ever were, my
daughter is the finest.
She is a mixture of
contrasts, earthy
tones, and bright
blue eyes beyond her
years she sees.
A child of divorce,
inheriting problems . . . more
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