Tag: life
group name: blackbirds13
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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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October 15, 2007 10:05 PM EDT --
Trying to work on my poerty again. Feel free to give positive feedback or advice.
We Were More
There was More to us than rags
More than poor
More than struggle
day in . . . 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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April 02, 2008 10:59 AM EDT --
For Boris G., virtual buddy and fellow poet, who keeps me on my toes with his incandescent prose.
---Hypocrite lecteur--mon semblable, --mon frère!*
Au Lecteur, LES . . . more
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February 25, 2008 08:15 PM EST --
for Jan Hersh, poet and artist of harmonious spiral and my dear friend, who dances stellar forms into dynamic embodiment.
How you got
Mapped like that
Blessed
* . . . more
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December 12, 2007 07:59 PM EST --
Life
is not a Barbie doll’s house--
spotless and somewhere-over-the-rainbow-like
Life is…
leaving your Pepsi out the fridge,
that old pizza crust on a plate, on the floor
where you . . . more
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November 24, 2007 03:09 PM EST --
So, okay, my shoes are tired.
Traveled the road;
In the morning, late at evening;
Over the steeled pavement, across cooled grassy paths;
Under stars, in the heat of day.
But . . . more
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December 30, 2007 09:44 PM EST --
For Yorgo D., dazzling young writer and Gather´s music critic of virtuosic talent, whose article today entitled Hollywood And The Primacy Of Dreams, which can be found at http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.jsp?articleId=281474977215478, . . . more
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December 21, 2007 10:03 PM EST --
lust and love are two entirely different things , though easily confused. it makes me mad to see that somebody has an infatuation with a person and its not for the right resons and they say im so in love. . . . 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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April 27, 2008 03:59 PM EDT --
This took longer to write than the week of the Poetry Please challenge "Round" allowed. So here I'm posting it now, late. Any comments or suggestions are appreciated!
Plato's . . . more
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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
. . . more
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November 07, 2007 06:43 AM EST --
One drop of water - one drop
Scant little would one pay. . .
For one drop,
a mere . . . more
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November 02, 2007 03:55 AM EDT --
wind lifts, skies darken , leaves to yellow,
white sand memories of kicking the foam,
tides rush in, crashing sandcastles
we built when you were small;
we made mountains, rivers,
moats and . . . more
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December 31, 2007 09:39 AM EST --
I held an "empty" vessel
longing to be filled,
sensed the fullness present
pouring out to me.
I gazed upon an innocence,
a purity of trust, . . . 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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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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June 12, 2008 12:01 AM EDT --
The heavens
let a rainfall conquer
fearful thoughts.
Misleading Encounters
punishable by
starvation of The mind
painful memories lay upon
whispers in . . . more
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