Tag: poetry
group name: talkboutit
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November 06, 2009 06:52 AM EST --
Guards go down across the fence
Setting sun calls for rest
Bayonet look like trumpet
Uniforms transform body within
Sit down to break the bread
Voices unknown faded in sleep
You . . .
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June 17, 2007 09:07 PM EDT --
Just for you Debra H!! Lol - this is what happens when you sit on the computer alll daaaayyy looongnggggg....
Looking through drunk gather eyes
I can not even see my demise
for articles . . .
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September 30, 2006 08:28 PM EDT --
I wrote this tonight after a big fight with my husband and talking about divorce. I taped it to his computer screen.
Suffocating,
leave me alone
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August 02, 2007 11:11 AM EDT --
Good morning, Mrs. Hummingbird,
It’s nice you came this way
Come on in and join me
Let’s greet a brand new day
The air is fresh and cool now
We sip our early brew
It’s coffee in . . .
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September 06, 2006 05:57 PM EDT --
Smoky wired banter,
Hanging crepe, raucous laughter,
Whispered asides unveiled.
Dreams flapping in the wind,
Like pages of unread books.
Books stained with coffee,
Dreams stained by fear.
Inhaling . . .
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December 04, 2007 01:22 PM EST --
Santa is just an old far m boy
No more lukew arm milk for him
Now don't get al arm ed over this
But playing Santa is just a whim
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December 14, 2007 02:32 AM EST --
My sub con scious con jured you up
Con fusing my troubled heart
Con tradicting what I felt about you
Con veying what . . .
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September 19, 2006 12:09 PM EDT --
This is my first attempt at a haiku.
Rain drops land gently
On the inside of my cheek
Open mouth invites
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August 23, 2007 08:03 PM EDT --
How much pain can the average heart bear?
The pain is so heavy.
Intense.
Overwhelming.
Tears flow like rivers seeking the ocean.
The pain remains.
Deep are the breaths.
Hot are the tears.
Mind . . .
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September 06, 2006 06:02 PM EDT --
My world I examine through scrutinous eyes
All is merely will and representation
Unabated longings of the heart
Passing through the womb of possibility
Potentiality transformed into actuality
The . . .
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October 23, 2009 06:45 AM EDT --
Sorry due to copyright reason I have to remove it.
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September 13, 2006 06:17 PM EDT --
He moistens his lips
Raises his brow
Masters the art
Of seducing the page
Sheds a tear for longing
Wipes his eyes with shame
Gently rubs his temples
Sacred ink stained pain
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December 02, 2006 02:54 PM EST --
Have you ever tried to help someone,
and end up making them more alone?
The anger, the hurt, the pain,
You make it all your own!
You try so hard
You want to be there
nothing matters,
nothing . . .
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November 03, 2009 08:13 AM EST --
Stand looking through the ocean
No boundaries I see
Imprints decades before
Etched on the pristine soft sand
No where I could see
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November 04, 2009 06:26 AM EST --
Silence... alone thinking of you...
As I walk to a bank
Trajectory of only a pebble small
Ripples cause far wide
Reflections in the waves I watch
Space that existed . . .
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November 24, 2006 07:17 AM EST --
Where I Am From
I am from two loving parents
My mother image, my father’s athletic skill
I come from many places
Sometimes confusing
98.6 degrees and chilled to the bone
I . . .
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September 17, 2006 06:58 AM EDT --
Dear Diary,
I crash into the iceberg
Oceans spill within my veins
A flood of thoughts pour forth
Salty tears; tides of insight
Snapshots of the ebb and flow
Immortalize these colored moments
Of angst, . . .
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July 26, 2007 10:33 PM EDT --
You suck and I’m not sorry
When I was a freshman in college I was roomed up with a girl, I’ll use the name Jillian. She grew up in the suburbs of Chicago and had that accent . . .
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March 02, 2007 11:45 AM EST --
I published one of my grandson Kyle's poem here on Gather yesterday because it was his 13th birthday. Then I realized that I hadn't given his sister Kayla equal attention on her 14th birthday . . .
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October 08, 2007 09:27 PM EDT --
I feel as if i've committed a crime,& i'm seriously wasting my time again
Your playing with my heart,only to tear it apart. I am the fix,for a very lonely junkie.
You as the junkie . . .
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