Tag: family
group name: blackbirds13
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November 09, 2007 10:21 AM EST --
I fought with the rain
and lost, cold
At five I didn't know I was the hunter
Sitting on the stoop
I was the prey
Or so I thought
Until my golden winged friend . . . more
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January 02, 2008 06:41 AM EST --
I once looked at the moon and thought it was made of cheese.
My friends laughed at me. I never mentioned it again
I wanted to close my eyes and see only darkness there. rather than the swirling . . . more
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April 20, 2008 08:31 AM EDT --
How is is you say you love me
When every time you don't get your way
I am the one who is wrong
How Is it you say you love me
When you use the words that cut the deepest
How is . . . more
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May 26, 2006 12:05 AM EDT --
What do we strive for in life?
Is it the most obvious, happiness?
Or, the ever impressive, great looks?
Can you be driven by greed?
Does the thought of power will you to . . . more
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November 07, 2007 05:17 PM EST --
Turkey , stuffing, yams
Table circled by loved ones
Smiles of gratitude.
more
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November 03, 2007 10:59 PM EDT --
As I listen to
Beethoven’s’ “Moonlight” Piano Sonata: I. Adagio sostenuto
I see…
My mother is at the center
of a field of well aged Nogales.
Autumn leaves . . . more
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December 20, 2007 05:06 PM EST --
The Silver Coin's BeQuest is resubmitted soley to Thirteen Blackbirds for review. Your critical comments and analysis would be greatly appreciated.
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July 15, 2008 12:08 PM EDT --
You speak
And I know at one time
I understood
But now
The words are lost
Make no sense
And I wonder who you are
Your mouth
Moves franticly
Animated hands
Come to rest on . . . more
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June 24, 2008 03:43 PM EDT --
Your Mom makes you scrambled eggs
And toast with strawberry jam,
And feeds it to you in little bites,
While she tells you how high the tomato plants are,
And . . . more
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March 03, 2008 07:36 PM EST --
wind lifts, skies darken , leaves to yellow,
white sand memories of kicking foam,
and the tides rush in, crashing sandcastles
we built when you were small;
we made mountains, . . . more
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November 04, 2007 02:03 AM EST --
We spent the morning swapping words.
Weaving through the tangle of hills,
The wild work of volcanoes,
More opulent than Grandma’s breasts.
The land rose like fresh loaves
On a sideboard in . . . more
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November 04, 2007 12:47 PM EST --
We spent the morning swapping words.
Weaving through the tangle of hills,
The wild work of volcanoes,
More opulent than Grandma’s breasts.
The land rose like fresh loaves
On a kitchen sideboard. . . . more
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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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March 01, 2008 06:48 PM EST --
"I gave them to my housekeeper," my mother says.
She is eighty and frail.
"Those old green beads of mine, the earrings too.
You never wear earrings."
A small thing, yet it . . . more
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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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December 06, 2007 01:10 PM EST --
Christmas Day
©Robert C Burnham
There's tinsel on the tree that's sparkling
And the mistletoe is hung just . . . more
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January 16, 2008 05:33 PM EST --
This one is dedicated to Susan, Crystal and my new Gather friend Marsha. Please Enjoy!
A Mother's Pride
© Robert Burnham
. . . more
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January 22, 2008 12:22 AM EST --
For everyone who has feared life was passing them by and leaving them lonely. If you ask the Lord, and wait on the Lord, He can make agreat difference in your future for he can place someone very . . . more
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November 06, 2007 10:53 AM EST --
The Heroes of My Lai
The heroes of My Lai have pulled Ba Ngu
from the ditch, flown him back
to the orphanage at Quang Ngai.
The heroes of My Lai have body-shielded . . . more
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