Tag: words
group name: freeverselovers
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August 11, 2006 08:25 AM EDT --
As you emerged from the clouds
the sun curled up like a guilty dog,
the roaring sea spewed forth
gentle stories of love,
a vagrant breeze splurged
its healing powers on my frayed nerves. . . . more
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August 22, 2006 10:06 PM EDT --
One of those days, where I've meditated almost without choice, pulled easily in, and where I keep trying to enter the external day. I am tired. Is it because I've only eaten fruit, cheese, antipasto, . . . more
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November 04, 2007 12:55 PM EST --
Dedicated To a Maiden Who Loved Nuts
I spoke to a wise man
About our Lord above
I asked can we ever know
The real depth of His love?
He nodded while in deep thought . . . more
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March 16, 2007 11:10 AM EDT --
Your words come in spurts
After a pause for thought
Or maybe it's just effect
Falling from your lips
Like soft rain drops
I know you believe
But these words, these words are a paradox . . . more
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January 02, 2007 01:03 PM EST --
i thought i was smiling
but i couldn't feel it
so i went into the
bathroom to check.
i found a stranger in the mirror.
i thought i was laughing
but i couldn't feel my own laugh
so i went into . . . more
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February 23, 2008 01:23 AM EST --
I was just watching a video for my history class and it had Langston Hughes' poem, Dream Differed , read aloud. It was such a moving poem and intriguing set of words for the title, I thought . . . more
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June 27, 2007 01:38 AM EDT --
"Make love to me," she said
and by that, she meant Make me
feel less like I am dying.
The sun through the curtains
colored the room
blue and white and yellow.
Her fallen hair
shone like fool's . . . more
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March 07, 2007 07:44 PM EST --
The car is our vardo, our gypsy
caravan. We speak our words
for cheap bread and expensive
wine. We pray for the ins of
Ginsberg, the knack of Kerouac.
We are a living limited offer, our
infinity bartered . . . more
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December 23, 2007 01:40 AM EST --
With Christmas looming ever close, I thought I would issue one last Christmas themed TWC. This week's challenge pair is: Santa Revealed.
The Two . . . more
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September 21, 2007 07:12 AM EDT --
Words are like harpoons. Once they go in, they are very hard to pull out.
-Fred Hoyle
Words are alive; cut them and they bleed.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
It's a good thing to be a student of . . . more
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July 10, 2007 08:40 PM EDT --
A perfect imperfect
is what I am,
with perpetual dreams
and peripheral vision.
A person of perverted . . . more
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October 08, 2006 04:17 AM EDT --
This is a part of my participation in a seminar about A Whack on the Head... taken from a book by the same name.
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Creativity
Writing is one of the . . . more
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February 19, 2007 07:46 PM EST --
How do you capture the essence of a sun rise?
Or the perfection of a snow flake?
Or the song of a meadow lark?
Or the fulfilment and longing of love?
It matters little if your . . . more
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December 27, 2007 01:10 AM EST --
For all the many unknown, unsung American heroes since 9/11 who have been using the Patriot Act, the Carnivore program as well as unsanctioned wiretapping and surveillance to . . . more
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October 11, 2006 01:20 PM EDT --
words on paper
revelation of my
naked thoughts
(c)gautami.tripathy
~Nov 17, 2005
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May 14, 2008 03:08 AM EDT --
He didn't
Care what those
Others thought
Or said, their
Words and thoughts
Were as dry
Dust and wind;
It was her
Thoughts and words,
What she thought,
What she said,
He wished . . . more
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November 01, 2006 01:24 PM EST --
i glance into the mirror
and see you unseeingly.
my gestures mechanical,
thoughts instinctively
desiring to be closer.
i turn to be with you-
as usual you disappear
inside my mind.
i am left with
staring . . . more
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January 04, 2007 12:17 PM EST --
i crossed seven hearts
and a wilderness of
ugly ducklings to find you
and all i found was
a shadow in my light.
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July 24, 2007 09:02 AM EDT --
If – and when we dip we two for two,
that is, two words from where we begin:
Always I shall see always see this through the end.
Such language while perhaps began as random
never was it entirely . . . more
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January 22, 2008 12:48 PM EST --
"Dead to Me." you say?
Think not, for the tie that binds
Called love is unconditional.
Do you not know razor sharp words,
Blame games pour from the lips of insecure men?
Courage in . . . more
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