Tag: poem
group name: thewriters
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September 04, 2008 03:24 PM EDT --
He cr ash ed the saucepan lids with wild delight
Spl ash ing the night with sound. We wondered
How did he get down there?
He f ash ioned toys from unw ash ed socks
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August 12, 2008 07:39 PM EDT --
Are you watching sport
Or politics
The truth of the fast-running youth
Or lies
The challenge of doing your best
Or do you need a rest?
Have you seen
There's . . . more
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April 13, 2008 01:14 AM EDT --
does every woman
under the age of 27
wear push up bras
i know so little
i float in the mystery of wonder
hoping to create a river of heat
in the intersection of your anatomy
the . . . more
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August 04, 2008 07:48 PM EDT --
The best china has deep red roses
painted on delicate stems. It's displayed
in the smoked-glass cabinet, proud on parade,
and the numbers have strayed from six
because . . . more
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April 26, 2008 10:57 AM EDT --
the metaphors of you
dance across my mind
like deer outside my window
but the deer herd has found
the safety of deep woods
they are gone
from my view
like the snow that they . . . more
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July 23, 2008 12:06 AM EDT --
She sells sea shells on the sea shore.
Sea swells, she sells sea shells no more.
Sea swells, sea dwellers fading away.
Sea felled sea dwellers, hot air today.
She sold sea . . . more
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November 24, 2007 03:47 PM EST --
and drags me through the streets of buffalo
through the suburbs of plastic and recess
her hand in mine holding through gloves
she pull the memories of walking
though hardware stores . . . more
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March 30, 2008 10:17 PM EDT --
o
as in o boy
a thought that vibrated
each time i saw you
o
a circle of lips
that parts in the middle
as a kiss begins
that makes the comic
x at the end of all
love letters . . . more
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April 27, 2008 12:49 AM EDT --
we never went anywhere
where we could slow dance
where in the middle of everyone
where we had the privacy
of the dance floor
where i could whisper the desire that
goes with hips . . . more
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July 29, 2008 11:51 PM EDT --
Sto ope d beneath the weight of years
Flowers dro ope d in veil of tears
Promises co ope d in empty cage
Where futures who ope d with rage.
Ope ns her heart to . . . more
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March 12, 2008 12:10 AM EDT --
i want to find
a little spin of
sweetness
in some words
that to lure you
that
coast to victory
with enough
delegates to prompt
a night of mid-life glamour
o tonight . . . more
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April 01, 2008 11:56 PM EDT --
the hidden desire
of mid-life glamour
using a metaphor
for camouflage
like at active blanket
i'm slipping through
the fingers of holding
your hand
it is night
just . . . more
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June 21, 2008 05:15 PM EDT --
wild flowers
that are so striking
that shoot up between
bi-weekly adventures
of the lawn mower
are my resource of joy
red and yellow
and there for you
if you were there . . . more
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May 05, 2008 08:07 PM EDT --
Blacksnake
Coiled in my path like an ampersand.
My heart beats an ellipsis . . .
Punctuates the sentence of my original sin.
Serpent conjunction links me to my base nature. . . . more
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March 16, 2008 08:47 PM EDT --
the snow is streaming down
i am listening to
the place setting chapter
in the experts guide audiobook
that chapter segues into
how to uncork a wine bottle
on the cork screw
the screw . . . more
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April 15, 2008 01:06 PM EDT --
AUTUMN SACRIFICE
Holy ghost mist
Walks on water
In morning's sacred hour.
Autumn hovers above,
Walks on water
In reflections of the sky.
Autumn hovers above,
Mild, then meek, . . . more
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April 26, 2008 11:20 PM EDT --
on the blue couch
that first time
a beautiful first
exchange of intimacy
in the excitement
of mid-life glamour
so prevalent setting
the tone for happily
ever and again
closing . . . more
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June 12, 2008 07:26 PM EDT --
like an old timey cartoon
where the good guys win
and the losers have funny accents
i dream of mid-life glamour
where silly is silly
for no understandable reason
like a casual conversation . . . more
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August 25, 2007 05:02 PM EDT --
yellow birches, red maples, and old old oaks offer their leaves to the rain-soaked road, mourning this august twilight, in camouflage for the palm-sized discs of flattened baby snappers. i continue to . . . more
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April 27, 2008 10:54 AM EDT --
WHERE I'M FROM
For George Ella Lyon
I am from porch swings,
Hershey bars and bottles of pop.
From a house of many angles,
high ceilings and slanted floors. . . . more
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