Tag: poetry
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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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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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 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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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 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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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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March 16, 2008 02:24 PM EDT --
An old dog of a man squats low,
wears a utility shirt stamped USMC
with holes where a rank had been sewn.
He is under the eaves, watching
white hail miss his coffee mug. . . . more
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August 17, 2006 04:34 PM EDT --
Hot summer morn
Sailboats gliding magesting down the river
Lovers awakening reachout and touch
Commuters go on their way
(shared authorship)
August 17, 2006
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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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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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July 07, 2007 08:27 PM EDT --
Here is where lonely begins
hand on brass knob
one last glance back
to an already gone room.
Hands on a steering wheel
out of the driveway
and a pause to . . . more
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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 10, 2008 08:49 AM EST --
Her gold hoops touched her shoulders when she moved.
Those suited her classic features and olive complexion.
Nonchalant about her surroundings, she sipped at her tea.
Company was not welcome. . . . 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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March 17, 2008 01:10 PM EDT --
IRELAND IN THE SPRINGTIME
I went to Ireland in the springtime
the sky rinsed pearly gray with rain,
the sweet soil sprouting
tender green buds and shoots,
fern green, forest . . . 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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