Tag: poetry
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 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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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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January 31, 2008 03:51 AM EST --
HE SETS A TABLE FOR TWO, IN THEIR QUIET KITCHEN.// HE'S ALL DRESSED UP TO SPEND THIS NIGHT WITH HER. /// HE TELLS HER ALL THE THINGS THAT HE'S BEEN MISSING // REMINISCING . . . 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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October 30, 2007 02:52 PM EDT --
I have complaints,
with my heart
you wish
which is apart?
A pain echoes nearby
a thought that beats
a set of floating desires
always ruling me
You are innocent, I know
I am alone, you . . . 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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February 06, 2008 05:27 AM EST --
'' BUTTERFLY BEAUTIFUL '' COPYRIGHT 2007, Lonnie Ray Fowler--inspired by my 6 yr old Grand-daughter, Dakota Le'Ann Petty ......
On the night of August 31st, 2007; when . . . 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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June 22, 2008 09:41 PM EDT --
i wish i could
write you poetry
not the meandering desire
that filters through
weather and flowers
but the words that
change thoughts
to roll you into my arms
like the stuff . . . more
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June 26, 2008 08:20 PM EDT --
packing the books
taking the knicks
and knacks into
storage
preparing my summer
for solitude and retreat
and did i mention the
thought of seducing you
or better
you seducing . . . 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 20, 2008 02:47 AM EDT --
You tug at my body
with(in)visible lines;
I flail about, a fish out of water.
You busy yourself with my skin:
pulling me apart with a rusty pair of pliers,
after massacring me to the hilt, . . . more
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February 07, 2008 10:32 AM EST --
'' POLITICS & POKER '' cpyrt 2008, Lonnie Ray Fowler
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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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July 05, 2008 10:11 AM EDT --
Birth
This is the deepest of all partings,
Foreshadowing reunions and re-partings:
The first breath,
The found thumb,
The day you walked,
and walked away,
I saw . . . 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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