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November 22, 2009 12:31 AM EST
(shared with group: November 22, 2009)
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The Sadness of Her Mind
Not long ago her smile flow through time
Passing in front of the sand without any suspicion . . .
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November 21, 2009 08:19 PM EST
(shared with group: November 21, 2009)
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The moon shaped like a hunter’s bow
Casting sparse light in the November sky
Is but an illusion in a universe made of illusions
Togetherness separation, coming and going . . .
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November 21, 2009 01:28 PM EST
(shared with group: November 21, 2009)
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Hey chick, he said, How’s about you And me taking a walk On the scandalous side Leaving all the frightened
Folk to their own shadowy Devices and dull dreams And creepy slide to old age . . .
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November 21, 2009 01:20 PM EST
(shared with group: November 21, 2009)
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I was a view point hovering above an ocean.
The waters were gray.
A small, slow whirlpool formed.
A face slowly rose from the water.
She seemed to be sleeping.
He long golden brown hair fanned . . .
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November 21, 2009 10:49 AM EST
(shared with group: November 21, 2009)
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Ripe peach chubby arms
Masked in memory’s faded blue
Two cubs in a wide eyed embrace
Growing younger with time
Creased from years of neglect
Torn edges . . .
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November 21, 2009 09:58 AM EST
(shared with group: November 21, 2009)
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History, myth, song, and ballad
Are replete with tales of the hero and his quest
These stories are admired and repeated
Age upon age stretching back to the dawn of . . .
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November 20, 2009 11:19 PM EST
(shared with group: November 20, 2009)
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Again the Roshi took the high seat
Before his assembled students
“When you realize the grandeur and wonder
Of who you truly are, you will recognize at the same . . .
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November 20, 2009 06:31 PM EST
(shared with group: November 20, 2009)
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The long-abandoned cabin
in the woods is gone,
dismantled by the elements,
its walls of hand-hewn logs
returned to dust beneath
a shroud of shrivelled leaves.
Hints of human habitation . . .
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November 20, 2009 03:08 PM EST
(shared with group: November 20, 2009)
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There is the going Over of events Time after time. There Is the way he left You high and hung out To dry without last Kiss or fond goodbye.
There is the laying In bed till early Hours pretending . . .
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November 19, 2009 11:35 PM EST
(shared with group: November 19, 2009)
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A wolf howling in the darkened forest
A coyote baying at the moon
A train whistle at night on the open prairie
Night wind in sandstone canyon
Bagpipes rolling over a grave . . .
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November 19, 2009 03:30 PM EST
(shared with group: November 19, 2009)
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There is time for doing And a time for undoing; A time to let kisses come And a time to let them Freeze on another’s lips.
You watch others kiss And embrace now, see Them through the . . .
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November 19, 2009 12:18 PM EST
(shared with group: November 19, 2009)
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In the confusion
Of warm days and cool nights
Forsythias bloom
11/19/2009 12:11 PM
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November 18, 2009 10:55 PM EST
(shared with group: November 18, 2009)
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When I was a little boy
I used to say I love ice cream
And my father, a stickler for proper usage
Would say, ”You cannot love an inanimate object” . . .
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November 18, 2009 10:38 PM EST
(shared with group: November 18, 2009)
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In the November twilight, the Bard
Strolled the well worn pathways of the Wood
With the staff of power that was always with him
He felt the strength and throbbing power of it
. . .
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November 18, 2009 10:12 PM EST
(shared with group: November 18, 2009)
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The Author Of Life
On the depths of my mind a light continually shine
Bursting through my conscious,
Allowed the . . .
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November 18, 2009 10:00 PM EST
(shared with group: November 18, 2009)
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In the Zendo, the Roshi took his high seat
His monks were assembled before him
“I have something of importance to say to you.
Some of you are new here, some have . . .
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November 18, 2009 01:35 PM EST
(shared with group: November 18, 2009)
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There were no violins
No orchrestra
No wondrous sparks
When we met
Just a bowling alley
The sounds of balls hitting pins
The crashes when those pins fell over
I was not in a lovely gown . . .
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November 18, 2009 07:50 AM EST
(shared with group: November 18, 2009)
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The boys remembered Miss Greggs, not for The geography lessons She gave with maps And globes and books, But for her legs that she Crossed and uncrossed On the stool on which she Sat each day . . .
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November 18, 2009 03:14 AM EST
(shared with group: November 18, 2009)
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The water won’t really Wash him away, but you Try and now dry between Toes. Thoughts of him And what he did and said
Pollute your body and inside Your head. An hour in the bath Has not . . .
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November 17, 2009 03:28 PM EST
(shared with group: November 17, 2009)
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I dreamed I found a buried treasure
It was not beneath the ground
I watched in delighted wonder as an ancient story once again got passed around
I heard a wondrous orchestra though folks around . . .
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This group is for all poems that are free verse (by this, I mean, no rhyming). I would like this to be a group where poems can be critiqued for technical and artistic merit. I would like to be fair to everyone, so if you receive a critique, please give . . .
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This group is for all poems that are free verse (by this, I mean, no rhyming). I would like this to be a group where poems can be critiqued for technical and artistic merit. I would like to be fair to everyone, so if you receive a critique, please give one to someone else's work. That way, we can all learn and grow together as writers.
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