Tag: life
group name: poeticlicense
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February 19, 2008 06:47 PM EST --
Mornings we find glasses and teeth
for each other and laugh
at new marriage late in life's plan.
Adjusting to new quirks,
body parts quickly declining,
we play the game, "despair . . . more
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February 20, 2008 09:46 AM EST --
Hidden our secret course
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July 10, 2007 09:34 PM EDT --
A sailor stands on the bow of his ship,
the wind, accelerated by her passage,
cutting deeply, pushes against his slender frame,
momentarily interrupting his thoughts,
as he balances, to counter the . . . more
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August 27, 2008 03:19 AM EDT --
Ode to the countrymen who mind their P's and Q's
Discussing times forsaken after friendly pint or two
Standing inside byways, watching a match consume
Troubles as feathers fly and maybe a . . . more
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March 02, 2008 06:19 AM EST --
As the nun descended
The stairs to the cloister,
Fingering her black wood
Rosary given by
Her mother, sensing the
Cold stone beneath her feet,
The hard brick of the walls,
She mused on . . . more
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October 12, 2007 08:07 PM EDT --
some flow slowly
and gently
down the stream
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April 11, 2008 11:59 AM EDT --
Deep inside shattered dreams,
tucked behind
ripped out seams
of disrepair... . . . more
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July 30, 2007 08:54 AM EDT --
BY DENISE B.
this is my first attempt at poetry since high school so bear with me.
Clip clop, Clip clop
A smile, a wave,
he hands me up
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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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January 10, 2008 05:34 PM EST --
Life is filled with the unexpected...
the surprises,
the twists and turns,
the half-truths,
and lies of those
who pretend to know what's best
when they know nothing at all.
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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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May 18, 2008 08:26 PM EDT --
Cancer is a psycho path
a Ted Bundy
a Dahmer
there is no guilt
only a want for it's own procreation
it doesnt lay awake and worry about its
previous actions
Its . . . more
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May 24, 2008 11:25 PM EDT --
It has to be there
Somewhere
In the midst of
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January 23, 2008 12:14 AM EST --
(This poem is dedicated to my fellow founding Gather Guides, who I consider to be my dear friends. I wish them nothing but the best as we move on from our Gather Guide . . . more
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July 05, 2008 05:37 PM EDT --
Walls close in,
and there is no escape
from this self-induced hell.
Wish I was spry
like the gingerbread man...
Oh, God...I would run away
as fast as I can
and escape . . . more
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September 16, 2007 09:38 PM EDT --
malware spreads freely
read write permission granted
corruption assured
more
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May 19, 2008 03:18 PM EDT --
I shall make a batter to make a lovely cake
Ingredients well prepared in the steps I take
A pantry overflowing with spices and herbs
A teaspoon of each sprinkled over promised verbs
For . . . more
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August 11, 2008 05:37 PM EDT --
She grew up in the mountains,
amidst the pines,
where she could breathe deeply
the sweet scent of fresh forest air;
Some days she would wander
to the top of the mountain, . . . more
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