Tag: musings
group name: poeticlicense
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July 03, 2008 07:49 PM EDT --
Debra's Musings of:
~Seashells, Sand & Sun~
Three of life's treasures, seashells, sand and sun
Filling the heart with memories of contentment and longing
As the . . . more
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July 12, 2008 10:18 AM EDT --
Celibate pens make good narrators
For Houdini thoughts submerged in ink
Freed of all trappings again . . . more
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September 16, 2007 03:20 PM EDT --
If we gather together
with others who gather,
does it mean
we are Gatherholics?
If we struggle to finish
other things in our day;
If we forget to work
and forget to play,
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November 06, 2007 09:44 AM EST --
our lives are scattered
red ball bounces up and down
diurnal rhythm
randomly we land
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August 27, 2007 07:18 PM EDT --
Soon Come
Today is pregnant with the secret of tomorrow. While the struggles of the present moment always hang upon us, most find it . . . more
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August 01, 2007 12:56 AM EDT --
It is as if we take on a mask in our daily life
presenting a false singularity to the masses.
And those, who dare to show their colors,
instead of living in the insipid shades of grey,
are proclaimed iconoclasts. . . . more
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April 13, 2008 06:14 PM EDT --
This article is inspired by a book by the same name, But I heard a great one that is not in the book.
I'am not crazy, ask my toaster.
Mine is
I try, I try, I try.
I have . . . more
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February 28, 2008 02:15 PM EST --
Sustenance
Feed me to the volcano, hungry and dark
To sacrifice is to make sacred and holy
I ache to be devoured by the lava, hot and dark
There are no more virgins to use for offering... . . . more
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March 10, 2008 04:11 PM EDT --
Yes, It is a mad eternity.
But you must love the thousand tiny moments.
Picture a smooth road
Trudge through the fluff
As true vision stares still
And asks "Why moon from behind time? . . . more
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March 26, 2007 10:32 PM EDT --
To live dangerous
Liaisons between two
With jealous spouses
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August 03, 2007 01:00 PM EDT --
Musings on Life and Death by A. Kirana M.
Life is but a mere illusion
A cruel hoax at its best
One celebrates the joy of birth
Yet fears the gift of death
I, myself, would welcome . . . more
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June 29, 2007 05:08 PM EDT --
Lever
A lever - the simplest of tools
But under the barrel of a gun
Releases the pent up fire
Of a consequence never to be undone
Once the hammer falls
Igniting the hateful rage
Propels . . . more
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August 01, 2007 12:16 AM EDT --
Hot July mornings,
and afternoons too
we would set the sprinkler
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August 03, 2007 01:58 PM EDT --
A dog-eared mural of the past rolled down
In dim aisles of reminiscing
The image as vivid as the moment long gone
Tear painted memories are indelible.
A child turned from play and on eager . . . more
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September 18, 2007 11:19 AM EDT --
Mississippi Tipsy
- I wrote this in 2001, in a pre-Katrina Louisiana. But it seems even more relevant today.
Under the moon, on the water, we will walk.
Give over our hearts to the tipsy river. . . . more
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March 22, 2007 12:54 PM EDT --
I am a genius,
in disguise.
So, when we meet,
don’t be appalled,
at how dumb,
I seem to be.
I am an expert,
undiscovered.
So, when skill’s applied,
don’t be shocked, . . . more
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April 26, 2007 08:21 PM EDT --
This poem is dedicated to that perennial cockroach that seems to infest the gather landscape in ever increasing numbers. If this is about you, you know it. You wish you could write, but you can't, . . . more
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August 10, 2008 06:59 PM EDT --
writing refound originaly wrote on paper towels from gas stations read at the Freuedian Slip coffee house village new yourk summer of 68h on edited
this is one of a series from a hippies past
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August 11, 2007 02:24 AM EDT --
Sometimes I wonder what's the point?
Why do I bother?
Fighting with the hidden demons
that love what pain brings,
And the pain that love brings
It's all relative darlings.
I set myself up for it . . . more
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December 10, 2007 11:38 AM EST --
The Word … monger.
Please sir can I have some more … words. Give me some words about love, about death, words . . . more
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