Tag: poems
group name: freeverselovers
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September 26, 2006 10:20 PM EDT --
"Let me have wisdom, Beauty, wisdom, passion,
Bread to the soul, rain when the summers parch.
Give me but these, and though the darkness close
Even the night will blossom as the rose."
John . . . more
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September 05, 2007 12:40 PM EDT --
Watch the coffee brew--
Bubbles start to percolate,
Ideas in heat
Rising in volume to burst
And reveal what lays ahead
Copyright 2007 Jim Ross
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May 04, 2008 11:21 PM EDT --
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August 04, 2008 09:12 PM EDT --
"Next Stop Poem Contest Submission"
Night Train Serenade
On still summer nights
with the windows open wide,
I hear faint, familiar music;
steel . . . 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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October 17, 2007 10:21 PM EDT --
Buddy Rich had the beat. Levon Helms has it now. Beat the drums slowly or hang it high. The drum is power-Ringo knows. It makes a brave man weak and a weak man strong. The dance of the drums calls to the . . . more
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October 25, 2007 01:45 AM EDT --
I will wait until the breezes no longer blow.
And I will watch the sea until there is no more.
I will move with the winds until the night is still.
And I will reach for the stars until I lose . . . more
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September 11, 2007 01:21 PM EDT --
I adopted your dog today
The one you left at the pound
The one you had for seven years
and no longer wanted around.
I adopted your dog today
Do you know he's lost weight?
Do you know he's scared . . . more
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July 05, 2008 03:59 AM EDT --
In the park
a chubby pink child
rests on a bench
in her mother's arms,
eating long strands of blond hair
in affectionate clumps,
and staring at embracing lovers
who smile back.
In . . . more
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July 13, 2008 03:12 PM EDT --
I used to keep my heart
In a woven wicker basket
On a cluttered closet shelf.
It was safe there.
You came along one day
bringing candied sunshine on a stick,
I put it away in a black box . . . more
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September 10, 2007 09:39 AM EDT --
POETRY CENTRAL Volume 3, Number 5 ~Poems on Poems~
A poem should be motionless . . . more
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August 27, 2007 12:00 AM EDT --
Never project emotion.
They will only mistake
anger for arrogance
tears for weakness
If you show fear
they will strike.
Smile. Smile. Smile.
Shake hands.
Make eye contact. . . . 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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November 18, 2007 07:07 PM EST --
Predator
By Carole Shukle
Copyright 2006
The snake dangled from
the talons of the swift hawk
like limp spaghetti.
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June 30, 2008 02:51 AM EDT --
Alone in the darkness,
I stand at my window
and gaze down on my deserted block,
barely lit by a single street lamp.
Suddenly, I see him,
The old man sitting lonely
On the September cold, . . . more
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August 30, 2006 01:53 PM EDT --
[Critique welcome]
The Old Key
I have come across a key
in my desk forgotten.
I do not recall what it is for.
Unlocking memory?
Perhaps a door into an old reality. . . . more
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June 26, 2008 08:25 PM EDT --
It is a hot Sunday morning.
My restless eyes move around the chapel
And focus on the old man
Who sits across the aisle
In a homemade wheelchair.
I wonder what he thinks and feels
As he blinks . . . more
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June 30, 2008 02:24 AM EDT --
I am a spent bomb,
Shell of a woman.
The fragmentation
Of somebody's dream
The remnants of a nightmare
She never knew she had.
I am without self
A mass of tissue
Mutated to human . . . more
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June 30, 2008 03:28 AM EDT --
At the end of my life, I live,
And dream my way back
Through a thousand acres of time
To when I sat small and unalone,
Listening to the whispers
Of unloved maple leaves.
At the end of my . . . more
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July 06, 2008 04:56 PM EDT --
We strive for the secret,
Yet never quite reach it.
And the old are still the young
With grayer hair and paper skin,
While the child plays house
In Mama's clothes,
Innocent, yet knowing. . . . more
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