Tag: poem
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October 11, 2006 12:42 PM EDT --
Rodin carved your pensive reverie
A reflective moment etched in imagination
Eternally trapped in brooding repose
Questioning the Gods of reason
Your demise is nearing
Soon the figure head . . . more
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March 20, 2008 11:23 PM EDT --
All I Ask
All I ask is this:
put it back where you got it.
Yeah, that's it. Simple.
When you're finished, just put it back.
--And I want it in just as good of shape
as when you . . . more
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October 25, 2006 01:21 AM EDT --
Another dark forbidding day,
the winds and rain have come.
To whisk all the trees bare,
leaving a wet, ugly mess on the ground.
Beauty turned dark.
Just last week, we marveled at the colors
that magically . . . more
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October 05, 2007 11:48 AM EDT --
Avoidance
Don't ask me for the truth.
Speaking it
would freeze my tongue.
You couldn't stand hearing it
anyway.
Don't ask me for the truth.
The true story
was lost somewhere between
the car . . . more
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September 04, 2008 10:52 AM EDT --
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I'm proud to announce the winner for the Poem of the Month for August for Thirteen Blackbirds , a compact and highly charged poem by Rae Pater. Rae's poetry is superb. She has . . . more
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September 12, 2007 07:00 AM EDT --
"O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?"
-Edgar Allan Poe
She awoke abruptly . . . more
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July 30, 2008 12:14 PM EDT --
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The boy that teased my daughter
went to Iraq and came home without
an eye. It turns out a laundry list
of my daughter's high school friends
went to Iraq and we're finding . . . more
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November 09, 2006 12:05 PM EST --
She glows
Anticipating glory
Swaying off kilter
Aching to whet an insatiable appetitite
She grows
Greedily devouring the atmosphere
Frenzied, she dips and revels
Carelessly emits seductive . . . more
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March 12, 2007 03:15 PM EDT --
Wrap me in the familiar
Speak to me in the past tense
Don’t stoke the dying embers
Let me shiver in the bitter chill
No need to cushion the walls
Lock me in dogmatic confinement . . . more
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November 07, 2007 01:49 PM EST --
Brain Synapse
I will dance on the table till dawn
while a myriad of thoughts
twirls twists turns
inside my mercurial mind
I will touch the sun
without benefit of gloves
and when the inevitable . . . more
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January 04, 2008 09:27 PM EST --
Fire! The missiles are spreading in all directions
No safe zone, bomb shell, and no protection
Everybody's a target and wants you to be the next one
stay off the wire to stay as an exception . . . more
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September 17, 2006 07:16 AM EDT --
Sun Salutation
I lay in wait for the chirps of the
first morning birds,
a sense of anticipation and hope
in the dawn of a new day
draws me out of bed to the
fog of an early Fall morning. . . . more
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October 13, 2007 05:20 PM EDT --
I wrote this poem when my grandpa died in 2001. This was read at his funeral.
Grandpa
You were more than just our grandpa
you also were our friend
And though we knew they couldn't . . . more
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September 19, 2006 04:04 PM EDT --
My stomach digests itself in shame
My back longs for your calloused hands
My heart beats in tempered spurts
My mind's synapses have gone awry
The damage has been done
I've scars on soul and wrists . . . more
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June 03, 2007 06:29 PM EDT --
This was written for a friend when life sent us down different paths. Although I doubt we shall ever meet again, I couldn't bring myself to say Goodbye.
Life is a journey we travel every day,
Friends made . . . more
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October 02, 2006 11:41 PM EDT --
Floating amongst the dead
In a cesspool of mind numbing screams
Holding my breath in these fetid waters
Lest I choke on my last hope
P.S. Thank you for the . . . more
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November 17, 2006 01:51 PM EST --
Sheer costumes, painted faces
Sequined purses, silver vials
Strobe lights; pulsing heartbeats
Sex contrived in a flimsy scene
Whirling prism mirabella
Prancing pixel colors
Arouse . . . more
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November 26, 2007 08:36 AM EST --
Hi everyone, I’ve entered my novel, The Friend Behind the Mask, in the Court TV Search for the Next Great Crime Writer Contest, and I must admit that the stress of trying to get people to vote . . . more
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December 25, 2007 06:45 PM EST --
My ten year old daughter wrote this for me for Christmas. I cried when I read it. It's the best present of all.
M is for Mother's love. She is the best at that
O is . . . more
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January 02, 2008 02:30 PM EST --
The doorbell rings
Some people are here
Oh, please God help me
my heart is full of fear
I am so small
and so very afraid
I didn't mean to do it
but all this trouble I've made
I try . . . more
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