Tag: writing
group name: freeverselovers
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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 . . . 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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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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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 . . . 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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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 . . . more
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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 . . . more
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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 . . . more
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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!” . . . more
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July 17, 2007 01:29 PM EDT --
With my eyes
I will ask your eyes for permission
To enter the space of your aura.
And if you grant it to me,
I will raise my mouth to
Sweetly kiss your cheeks
As one would greet an old . . . more
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September 05, 2007 06:10 PM EDT --
Dislodged pebble rolls,
Writes its journey in the sand--
A legend is born.
Copyright 2007 Jim Ross
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October 27, 2007 11:08 PM EDT --
What am I excavating
from my past?
What previously uncovered artifacts
will I unearth?
Has it been so mined that the site lies barren?
Or will a new discovery
shake today's . . . more
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August 10, 2006 08:00 AM EDT --
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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 . . . more
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September 06, 2006 06:02 PM EDT --
My world I examine through scrutinous eyes
All is merely will and representation
Unabated longings of the heart
Passing through the womb of possibility
Potentiality transformed into actuality
The . . . more
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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 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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September 04, 2006 03:16 PM EDT --
Type writer.
Type of type writer.
Type of type writer writer.
Typer of type writer type.
Writer of
Nonsense.
lines lines lines
line us up
in rows rows rows.
life . . . more
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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, . . . more
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August 31, 2007 10:13 AM EDT --
Ironed open and flat, their edges left raw
to fray, they become as spouses, who,
having said I do’s and linked arms, the thread
of one life, half a stitch, the thread of the other
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