Tag: writing
group name: freeverselovers
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May 12, 2009 01:49 PM EDT --
During the chest compressions on concrete. Twice.
On carpet in homes. Neighbors, not hospice patients. Let's see.
Gunshot once. Stroke. Thats two. Baby respiratory arrest.
Three times there . . .
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August 13, 2006 12:57 AM EDT --
Yesterday I was writing a letter and thought to myself how much it resembled my mothers. Today I was writing something quickly and noticed how it looked like my sisters handwriting.
Do you think your . . .
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August 18, 2009 12:56 PM EDT --
Phengphang
Crossed the mountains fleeing with her children and her husband fell and got up in the dark.
By the time I knew her her oldest spoke some English. Left some notes and on one day her mother's . . .
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July 18, 2009 05:42 PM EDT --
Very little light spilled into the tack room.
We were silhouettes to each other.
The old man with the shaking gun
and Kathy and I
our peals of laughter cut short by his stooped shadow.
"Step . . .
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September 04, 2007 01:25 PM EDT --
I called you Willow Woman after our creek trek.
Bound bundle of leafed stems tied at your belt,
Strong walking stick in hand, sprig of willow
Stuck through your straw hatband-
You posed for . . .
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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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July 21, 2009 02:23 PM EDT --
It looked like cowardice to some who carried signs marching 'came out' to families, friends and employers proud and you must know it.
In retrospect I was wrong thinking their acts were only their own . . .
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August 05, 2009 12:02 PM EDT --
1. I found nubby letter R’s meant for jackets, meant to brag, meant to say to everyone, I got this one for swimming, this one for track.
I found the Iwo Jima buckle, brass and never worn.
I . . .
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September 17, 2009 11:41 AM EDT --
Hoping in vain for the sun to quickly dry wings not ready for flight while the storm clouds lean to the earth in their heaviness. It was a mistake to choose this very place to hope. Mothness . . .
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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 . . .
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January 22, 2007 11:25 PM EST --
The wind brushes the lace curtain against the side of my face as I peer out my window. The silence is almost eerie, the night captured in a snapshot of the moon to be hidden in a photograph album . . .
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August 11, 2006 12:20 AM EDT --
With toes curling
in and out on the
the thick pile rug,
I begin to
imagine in my head
The words to pen
that set us apart
and unequal
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Fingers play
the keys
I hear
in my head
Now . . .
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November 08, 2006 08:26 AM EST --
A Poem That Gives You Goosebumps...
A drunk man in an Oldsmobile
They said had run the light
That caused the six-car pileup
On 109 that night.
When broken bodies lay about
"And blood was everywhere," . . .
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October 15, 2009 03:03 PM EDT --
Where cloud meets mountain
Grams grey hairnet weights autumn
flattens all color.
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September 21, 2007 03:58 PM EDT --
fallen leaves of change
blown by gray winds of autumn
startled sunlight here
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August 11, 2006 12:05 AM EDT --
Out of the blue
my lover came to me
Then out of the blue
he was gone.
My love for him
never ended...
Thirty years that
Took us through:
A husband or two,
children,...
and . . .
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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 . . .
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August 15, 2006 12:33 AM EDT --
(written in response to Amy's 10 minute challenge)
Time,
passion passing,
filled, wasted, mourned
reveled in, enjoyed, cherished
nonetheless,
is never gone,
nor was, . . .
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September 17, 2007 02:41 PM EDT --
Synonym and Antonym were fighting again. It was their old sibling rivalry that fueled them. “What is IS the same.” Said Synonym.
“No it’s not! It’s the opposite!” . . .
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August 17, 2006 04:44 PM EDT --
I'd like to cry
but I can't.
I'd like to run
away,
but that's impossible.
Sitting, watching from
the window
I feel so empty;
destroyed by one man's
words.
How can I profess to love . . .
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