Tag: people
group name: freeverselovers
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August 13, 2006 12:57 AM EDT --
Yesterday I was writing a letter and thought to myself how much it resembled my mothers. Today I was writing something quickly and noticed how it looked like my sisters handwriting.
Do you think your . . .
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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
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Fingers play
the keys
I hear
in my head
Now . . .
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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 . . .
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August 17, 2006 04:44 PM EDT --
I'd like to cry
but I can't.
I'd like to run
away,
but that's impossible.
Sitting, watching from
the window
I feel so empty;
destroyed by one man's
words.
How can I profess to love . . .
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August 10, 2006 08:00 AM EDT --
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April 08, 2007 10:38 PM EDT --
How shall I begin? Where would I end ?
Many tribulations I thought I would not survive.
Yet, I still breathe and stronger for the breaking. But now...here...a mountain so high...
its peak soars . . .
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September 18, 2006 04:50 AM EDT --
It would seem that many folks consider single line conversation starters to be "articles". I suppose their right in a way, like a sock is an article of clothing. And there's nothing . . .
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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 . . .
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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 . . .
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August 12, 2006 01:00 AM EDT --
If one can make a difference
let me be the one.
In places dark and chilly
let me be the sun.
For minds that seek enlightenment
let me hold the lantern.
when children need a guiding hand
let me become . . .
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August 06, 2006 04:00 PM EDT --
Ascent
escarp and canyon
push to limit
life's resolve.
Look up
n'er losing sight
of goal
so distant
and aloof.
Descent
eyes downword
goals
luster dimmed,
tarnished,
memory
of reason . . .
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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.
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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 . . .
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August 09, 2006 01:21 AM EDT --
They've gone,
not to return.
Sitting on the steps
of old cracked concrete,
sunrise shadows crowd the field
no voices, no chatter.
Gone the sounds of play
crack of bat,
whirr of baseball,
cover . . .
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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 . . .
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August 12, 2006 06:34 PM EDT --
politics engender strife
and comments most absurd,
religion accusations
from members of the herd.
poetry
bewilderment,
blank verse
abject confusion,
reasoning with hammers
thoughts malleability . . .
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October 23, 2007 01:50 AM EDT --
I was trying to write a 100 word story on my biggest regret... as you can see, it's not a story, and it's more than 100 words... so... I think I failed this one...
You were an angel
descended . . .
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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 . . .
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September 10, 2006 12:06 AM EDT --
The Bagpipers in
Bright colors of
Scottish plaid kilts of tartan
Bagpipes com'in from a cemetery
Beckon mourners to
come lay him down gently
in the ground
Lay him down gently . . .
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September 04, 2006 08:34 PM EDT --
From the doorstep to the heart
In one leap he is there
Not too much effort for him
Crossing that chasm
People take forever
Sometimes never to cross
Maybe they should
Go to the Dogs
More Often
From the . . .
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