Tag: family
group name: poeticlicense
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July 08, 2008 05:52 AM EDT --
When women pick out their outfits in the morning it reflects how they are feeling that day. If they are ready to take on the world, then a short dress and heels will show off their confidence. If they . . . more
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February 09, 2008 11:56 AM EST --
You turned your head,
closed your eyes
while your little girl
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November 04, 2007 07:57 AM EST --
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April 08, 2008 07:40 PM EDT --
In the back of our ancient house
I watch the wind push the trees apart
the leaves swirling to the ground
Was I the only one to notice?
My secret, my panaorama to miserly keep
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June 21, 2007 06:31 PM EDT --
Phone sirens death
Grief crackles and burns
Searing red rimmed eyes
Phone rings
Tortured tongues spread wild fire wails
Screaming her demise
Mother is gone
She died we
Cried
I kissed her china doll head . . . more
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May 16, 2008 05:17 PM EDT --
Happy Mother's Day from Rachel A poem
Roses are red
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December 08, 2007 10:20 PM EST --
In the sixties she drank southern comfort on the rocks
just like Janis
In the seventies she slept in a car by the orange grove
for her freedom
The eighties found her love in her daughters . . . more
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March 15, 2008 07:52 AM EDT --
E leven months
thats all it took
For your body to be ravaged
trapped in cancer
No medicine . . . more
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July 11, 2007 05:09 PM EDT --
I sent off to school today
A child so clean she shined
golden hair up in braids
a brand new dress of white
But who's this turning in my gate
mud from head to toe
an orphan with hair all . . . more
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January 17, 2008 03:30 PM EST --
Mama used to say
It smells like snow ,
and I didn't understand,
but knew that when she said it,
snow was surely coming.
Daddy would put chains on his truck,
and . . . more
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June 13, 2008 09:47 PM EDT --
I decided to take a dose of my own medicine. This is a writing exercise based on a poem by Carl Sandburg. See An Invitation to Write
My head spins round . . . more
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June 19, 2008 03:35 PM EDT --
In my house,
my little house
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May 20, 2007 11:32 AM EDT --
There you sit, Cheech,
With your whiskers all forward
And your eyes open bright,
Hoping against hope
That the bright orange carton
Of Catty . . . more
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July 31, 2007 10:55 PM EDT --
Warm summers
Sitting on the portch swing
Arms crossed
Looking alike
Only memory I can seem to recall
As I sit there
Looking at the stone
That you are now
The only reminder that you where here . . . more
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August 06, 2007 08:27 PM EDT --
My Easter Egg, yes she is my Easter Egg,
You see my one and only daughter was born on Easter Sunday,
Not a Monday or a Tuesday but a Sunday,
And it was Easter that Sunday,
She couldn't wait, impatient . . . more
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June 28, 2008 06:09 AM EDT --
Dark Days
There are dark days ahead in our world,
getting longer and darker as they go by.
Sunshine only makes my eyes hurt,
but rain makes me cry.
His room, while nice is still a hospital; . . . more
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December 26, 2007 04:28 PM EST --
( A curious thing happened in writing this poem to my daughter this Christmas. As I was writing it, I realized that not only was I writing it to her...I was writing it to the inner child inside . . . more
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April 23, 2008 07:48 PM EDT --
The morning I woke up and knew I was loved
and cared about
Not for my blonde hair and curvy looks
nor my manipulative pout
I became real
seeing not myself but you
Velveteen . . . more
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May 15, 2008 08:36 PM EDT --
I never broke a promise
Never made one either
But my family is disapearing
and I wish for no solace
only the gut eating guilt
of no more days with them
no more excuses for absence
Didn't . . . more
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August 09, 2007 07:31 AM EDT --
Myopic foresight
Panavision pixel dream
Dad’s projected pride
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