Tag: poem
group name: freeverselovers
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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 . . . more
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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 . . . more
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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 . . . more
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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 . . . more
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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 . . . more
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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 . . . more
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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 . . . more
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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 . . . more
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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 . . . more
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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 . . . more
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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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January 09, 2008 01:12 PM EST --
Flotsam
Hooks rising tides--
As books take rides on trucks--
To beaches round the earth's diff crust
For ardent devourers of enigmas
Who divine tableaus from tidbits
Once fondled as fine art . . . more
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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 . . . more
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July 25, 2008 06:29 PM EDT --
WATCHING RHINE
It just lies here in its big
curve through Basel
on an early autumn
evening, possibly wanting
to have changed its course
a few times over the years
but maybe not minding . . . more
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July 28, 2007 12:33 AM EDT --
Perspiration drips
From a face finished with work;
Emotionless eyes
Brighten at her blithe spirit--
Joy in a three year old's jump!
Copyright 2007 Jim Ross
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February 05, 2008 01:46 PM EST --
Why now?
Snow collapses
As temperatures climb
On ground living in filtered light
To keep the promise of spring growth alive--
For life to sally forth renewed
Into fresh, fragrant air
Why . . . more
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February 19, 2008 01:13 AM EST --
Mona Lisa Brown propagates
two-tone spider plants, talking
them through rebirth, through
re-becoming again a whole of
what they were cut from -
for they will grow whole
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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 . . . more
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December 09, 2007 05:29 PM EST --
for Will Evans, to whom this email poem was addressed
Yesterday was my wife´s saint´s day,
so I was offline and not answering calls
if you called--I don´t think you . . . more
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