Tag: poem
group name: freeverselovers
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October 12, 2007 03:39 PM EDT --
Man, I hated going to parent teacher conferences
As if I were unaware of my love of the easy way out
my preference for the gently sloping downward path
My parents weren't hearing anything new either . . .
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November 07, 2009 08:17 AM EST --
Forever where is nowhere near And dark snow hides in the tundra, Where, ghostly bodies whisper in winds,
The sun sits like a cuckolded spouse And the dead moon wanes to wax again, While, being bled . . .
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October 17, 2007 01:18 PM EDT --
Every morning without coffee is dark and cold
The lab order for blood tests specified “fasting”
Forty-five minutes waiting with the hopeful,
their fingers crossed waiting for a winning hand . . .
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January 16, 2008 01:51 AM EST --
Crystal
Facets my love
Sparkling as time of day
Shifts colors to sing tones of life
Collected and dispersed on the instant
Your heart needs to know how I care
To share all radiance
With your own . . .
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August 23, 2008 01:52 PM EDT --
He guessed that if the four girls
Hadn't been shot in Nazi
Mass shooting, they'd have made good
Wives, mothers and maybe if
They made it through the war good
Grandmothers, too. What . . .
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March 28, 2008 12:20 AM EDT --
Mismatched
Anything jars
The senses, one-or-all,
For its distinct competition
With its neighbor's at-odds virtues as fair--
For instance, fine male hosiery
By nature formal wear,
Plucked . . .
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August 26, 2006 02:20 PM EDT --
Feeling restless
There must be something better
They say the grass is always greener
On the other side
Parties in LA
New Year's Day on the sea
Shopping Michigan Avenue
Broadway . . .
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April 22, 2008 02:48 PM EDT --
Rage thee brutal, rage thee on,
Across the prairie's gentle slopes.
Relentless billows of earthen grit,
Hammering constant, nature's force!
Rage thee harsh, rage thee on,
Swirling . . .
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March 13, 2008 11:38 PM EDT --
The valley quail has fed the cannibal owl
and flecks red spots into a round mandala on
snow-bright squares of ground where grass roots
thatch the roof of worms' worlds and sundered
wings turn . . .
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September 24, 2007 03:49 PM EDT --
When one reads Amy’s delightful Recycling Words (or The Big Secret, one is left with inspiration to cleanse their vocabulary and try again to string appropriate (and shiny) marks across . . .
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February 01, 2009 10:46 PM EST --
LAYERS OF BROWN
I listen to public radio,
a solemn Bach air I can't quite identify,
while I wait in line at the auto bank.
The cars around me form a muddy rainbow;
stodgy brown, funereal . . .
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April 23, 2008 08:13 PM EDT --
Rainbow shades of vibrant hue
Blend in streaming flows of tears
Trees so dear I close sore eyes
To hear rustling, windy cheer
Scents are but a memory
Numbed by pollen wafting by
. . .
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February 08, 2008 02:32 PM EST --
Look at the sky
and track a pink tricycle's skidded scrubs
of white knobby tires through blue today.
Let cold seep up
through a slab to ankles, remind of knees -
what . . .
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February 08, 2008 06:38 PM EST --
I will tell you how I mark my place,
even though the act may send shivers
along vertebrae and arms,
set fingers of book lovers all atremble,
whether burly-knuckled, talcum sleek, or parchment . . .
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May 29, 2008 10:00 AM EDT --
"Crystal clear" repeats in my mind,
Your lenses, crystal clear--
Twin orbs of blue, polished by tears
Of your lovely making
To tease my heart to plead for you
To spend eternity
With . . .
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May 10, 2007 12:09 PM EDT --
Another verse another rhyme
Another thought conveys this time
It may be simple or complex
A hint of logic or nonsense
From crosses burned to carefree ways
From those of earth to neon play . . .
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February 20, 2008 01:38 AM EST --
Born special with a neck rising from a crouch to corona pride;
Beauty spreads with each yellow flower in the trumpet
Until the strain of time living immersed in a false lifeline
Overpowers the flowering . . .
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September 09, 2009 10:42 AM EDT --
No one ever needed to shoot God bullets into my heart. Offering lilacs would have done the job as well or better. Westminister church. I sat in God's house expecting to recieve color and fragrance from . . .
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August 03, 2007 01:00 AM EDT --
Bare feet on old boards
Splintered by years of deck use
Get under my skin
Copyright 2007 Jim Ross
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September 04, 2007 01:25 PM EDT --
I called you Willow Woman after our creek trek.
Bound bundle of leafed stems tied at your belt,
Strong walking stick in hand, sprig of willow
Stuck through your straw hatband-
You posed for . . .
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