Tag: poem
group name: oneatatime
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October 07, 2008 12:40 AM EDT --
What do we learn about each other during our life journeys? Do we feel more confident after each relationship or are our hearts, the emotional organs without reason, bound to be tricked time after . . . more
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March 27, 2008 11:43 AM EDT --
Beneath your lonely feet
Walk a long desert.
The gold of a sky
Eternal, liquid.
Fire of sand touches
Both your lonely feet.
They call those bushes snake flowers.
The breeze . . . more
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June 12, 2008 06:03 PM EDT --
This wrote itself about two nights ago. I was trying to go to sleep, and it just kept playing in my head. It wouldn't let me rest until I got up and wrote it down on paper. Then, I drifted off into . . . more
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August 31, 2008 06:25 AM EDT --
SNOCONE HEAVEN
Summer's here
it won't last
so start to sip
that snocone fast!
Red and Blue
. . . more
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March 24, 2008 10:16 AM EDT --
God in a hot afternoon
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Sun is leaping over the cracked fence.
Light feet of sunlight
Wakes a sick horse chomping a mouthful. . . . more
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March 25, 2008 11:22 AM EDT --
He has no calendar
His cheap cigar burns to suppress smells.
A moment of respite and a strike
To light up the smokes from a death-stick.
Now a young sun leans on blue terrace. . . . more
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May 01, 2008 06:29 PM EDT --
I just sat down and wrote this a little while ago, and I haven't edited it. It was written from raw emotion, so I am sharing it "as is".
My precious little girl
Almost . . . more
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July 05, 2008 10:40 PM EDT --
The quiet engulfs me like a blanket, wrapping around my ears and calming my soul
as i pull the blanket into me closer I realize that quiet is never truly quiet
the sounds in the night . . . more
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February 29, 2008 09:49 AM EST --
Tears of an angel
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Winding up his wings
He sits on the steep end of the temple
The angel.
Down there people,
People touching
The marvels of ancient . . . more
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March 02, 2008 04:01 AM EST --
A kitty named "Zelda"
Her paws, soft, are upon fallen gold
Of rustling foliage. Cold sundown
Turns around to a shadowy cottage.
A cottage with a coach and love-strokes
On . . . more
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March 08, 2008 01:02 AM EST --
They arrested pa!
The storm on the northern sky
He eyes the yellow painted door,
Fingers quivered on touch of
The ancient woods and red bricks.
The crisscross of the net . . . more
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June 07, 2008 10:35 PM EDT --
Hot Summer Day
by Bev P.
It's a hot summer day
and all I can say
is I really need something to chase bugs away
A cold drink would help me
perhaps a blue . . . more
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May 03, 2008 11:38 PM EDT --
Teopan is an island located in Lago Coatepeque in the Coatepeque municipality.
I would love to go to Teopan .
Sampan is a Chinese boat.
I would love to ride on a Sampan . . . more
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February 06, 2008 02:31 AM EST --
Happy Birthday Marge
Yes I did remember
I noted when you birthday was
way back in December
I hope you will enjoy your day
and celebrate it well
Tell us . . . more
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March 10, 2008 10:45 AM EDT --
Ascent of a human
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A yellow star with love and power shines.
Rays are all I need at this moment of
Cactus grown on the uterus of mind.
To the sun . . . more
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August 03, 2008 08:32 PM EDT --
I treasure those times,
A rare moment or two,
When we slip away,
Gulf gales gusting,
Flirting with my cotton skirt,
And the sun-kissed curls on his head.
We find a place where . . . more
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February 23, 2008 04:12 AM EST --
Amnesia arose
I never pardoned you to wake me
With a splash of grief
Thrown on my closed eyes.
Arose I found me amid wetness.
A bed of ocean,
The salt of . . . more
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June 22, 2008 03:02 PM EDT --
So many meanings.......
By Bev P.
So many meanings....
for some it's the thought process in action
Others, perhaps an "Aunt" who . . . more
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August 17, 2008 11:38 PM EDT --
Secret me away
In the heart of wilderness --
Reflections of hope.
more
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March 28, 2008 08:09 AM EDT --
A story retold
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Behold the flower stooping upon a flower,
The graves and stones are not cold under a warm star.
The metaphor of grief falls from a brown leaf.
A bold . . . more
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