Tag: poetry
group name: theopenjournal
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August 27, 2007 01:32 AM EDT --
My father was a white dove
And my mother was a wolf
I can fly among the clouds
While howling at the full moon
A peaceful wild beast
This type of non-rhyming poetry is called dodoitsu. Syllable . . . 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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November 24, 2007 01:58 PM EST --
This isn't beautiful anymore.
It doesn't inspire, doesn't even ache
and there is nothing of poetry left in it
except this last one that marks
the tired ebbing away of a shore battered . . . 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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May 09, 2007 06:58 AM EDT --
Untitled
They say that tomorrow is as yet unwritten
yet each day for me is a repetition of yesterday
and predicting my own future is as simple
As recollecting my sordid . . . 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 26, 2007 07:52 PM EDT --
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September 14, 2007 07:07 PM EDT --
Hawks
Search for
Plump juicy chickens
For breakfast, lunch, and dinner
They crave fresh meat from daylight to dark
So at times they must settle for just a big black nasty rat
This is known . . . more
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October 06, 2007 08:35 PM EDT --
The New River flows up and down and all around the south. It is the oldest river in the United States, I have been told.
The Watauga River, the Catawba River, the Cumberland River sweep through the mountains . . . more
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April 07, 2008 05:15 PM EDT --
Poetry Form: Lanterne
Dedicated to my angel, Gail
written on the day she was
diagnosed with terminal cancer
and who passed away in January 2006
. . . more
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September 10, 2007 04:22 AM EDT --
Five days old
His father passed on
This great king
Left one son
A childhood taken
In his youth
The castle he fled
A circus
Took him in
Becoming an acrobat
The subjects were sadden
Chaos Broke
The king's . . . 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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May 18, 2008 03:19 AM EDT --
If I'd died while you still loved me,
Then I would never know the pain
of watching you walk away
and being all alone again.
If I'd died in the beginning,
before I memorized your face, . . . more
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March 13, 2008 06:20 PM EDT --
Some time ago I shared with fellow Gatherers that I had been asked to be the subject of an interview and to have an excerpt of my play LUMPs ( which deals with issues related to breast cancer) published . . . more
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May 09, 2007 06:51 AM EDT --
De Ja Vu
I knew you well a long time ago.
In another place,
at another time;
a friendship of the soul
A bond forged
for reasons
Neither of us know,
Just a feeling
that we . . . more
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August 27, 2007 11:45 PM EDT --
In Rattlesnake City
The moonlight had never shined
Poison reigned supreme
A small lamb offered his life
Bitten in his heart
Leaving a bloody red scar
The rattlesnakes mocked his tomb
A lion appeared
With . . . more
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August 11, 2007 03:11 AM EDT --
Momma was a flapper girl of the latter 1920’s
Her dimpled smile, waved raven hair – dress just beneath the knee
Always stylish - Many said, “Oh my, she is so pretty!”
Iron rules . . . more
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February 18, 2008 11:13 AM EST --
Winter Sonnet
So when the swirling snow begins to fall
outside where frigid dreams begin to dance
their tarantellas to the gods of chance,
these wintry symbols list to bear their all
upon . . . 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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October 17, 2007 10:21 PM EDT --
Buddy Rich had the beat. Levon Helms has it now. Beat the drums slowly or hang it high. The drum is power-Ringo knows. It makes a brave man weak and a weak man strong. The dance of the drums calls to the . . . more
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