Tag: poem
group name: bardsandsages
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March 24, 2008 10:16 AM EDT --
God in a hot afternoon
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Sun is leaping over the cracked fence.
Light feet of sunlight
Wakes a sick horse chomping a mouthful. . . . more
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March 25, 2008 11:22 AM EDT --
He has no calendar
His cheap cigar burns to suppress smells.
A moment of respite and a strike
To light up the smokes from a death-stick.
Now a young sun leans on blue terrace. . . . more
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March 02, 2008 04:01 AM EST --
A kitty named "Zelda"
Her paws, soft, are upon fallen gold
Of rustling foliage. Cold sundown
Turns around to a shadowy cottage.
A cottage with a coach and love-strokes
On . . . more
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March 02, 2008 10:54 AM EST --
Potential was born
the day the stick
turned blue
and she stopped
drinking coffee
sipping wine
learned to like
milk
ate her vegetables
tried to . . . more
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April 20, 2008 12:15 AM EDT --
Faces of death
Sunset, now, on my window begging to write it
A purple suicide note.
'Come on write it for yourself.' I may have uttered.
Selfish-man as I am
Or a man who . . . more
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May 16, 2008 10:08 AM EDT --
Deliverance
The shadow of the winged creature
Upon the arid-gold meadows...
The shades of the trees have shortened,
The high-lighted flowers on earth
Uplift their faces asking . . . more
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February 23, 2008 04:12 AM EST --
Amnesia arose
I never pardoned you to wake me
With a splash of grief
Thrown on my closed eyes.
Arose I found me amid wetness.
A bed of ocean,
The salt of . . . more
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February 27, 2008 06:56 AM EST --
Rains on the vegetable patch
Sickened, it came waning
From the up North, land of ice.
Feverish cloud, it came only
To ebb at your windowpane.
Rain; rain on your . . . more
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March 13, 2008 09:20 AM EDT --
Hotel sea view ===============
A long walk up the wet sand
Sun on the grains and
Salt in the sky and water.
Hands in the long pockets
Flare the nostrils.
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March 15, 2008 06:26 AM EDT --
Rain rain
Mother told her to save them for rainy days.
The rain drops on the future this noon.
This noon of annihilated sun.
And, this day she breaks her piggy bank.
Opened, . . . more
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March 18, 2008 01:55 PM EDT --
Throbbing twilight
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A throb is coming alive,
It faces the cracked mirror,
And dares the reflection.
Jaded image speaks the tongue
Of an alien . . . more
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March 22, 2008 12:08 AM EDT --
The closed doors.
The closed doors look at his back.
You know they are insignificant!
He will not look back to see nameplates.
The sky welcomes a new wonderer,
A fellow of its eternity! . . . more
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March 30, 2008 06:26 AM EDT --
Insecurity
The bike and its rounds,
Everyday at this time,
The sound like a child
Whining in insecurity.
Air fiddles with her hair who
Stands at the balcony.
From there the . . . more
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May 14, 2008 12:13 PM EDT --
Aftermath of an accident
The down and drawn men, how was it to be
That close to death? The snub of light through it,
The bitter dark water's fatal embrace . . . more
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April 11, 2008 09:34 AM EDT --
Snippet -I
His dull scissors fell from a hand too old.
The red dirt of a village road ahead.
The village barber's hairs flow in arid air
more
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January 25, 2008 09:01 AM EST --
Where is the power?
Words fall short before a rising sun.
They are nothing to the gust of rays,
Giddy they lower their heads
On the green grass.
That squanders the gathers of . . . more
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March 20, 2008 09:00 AM EDT --
War and pieces of peace
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Dropping parachutes on a land of white jasmines
The fingers tightening the grips on fatal arms,
They do not dare to whisper for the fear . . . more
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August 14, 2008 08:00 AM EDT --
Tangerine Lily
An egg yolk sun
spreads over that
marmalade grass.
Eyes in a trance.
Fingers pick up
the tangerine lily.
First in this patch.
. . . more
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March 04, 2008 04:18 AM EST --
Dear old comedian
They sit with the pulsing anticipation
Every time the dilapidated
Comedian takes the stage wearing a wry smile.
Rustles of the mice beneath the stage, . . . more
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March 22, 2008 08:16 AM EDT --
Seaside l ore---------------
She strolled down to sea at dead night.
That was the last of her seen, yet.
Legends roamed there and giggled with
Pebbles. Whispers of darkness were
So . . . more
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