Tag: love
group name: blackbirds13
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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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November 07, 2007 05:17 PM EST --
Turkey , stuffing, yams
Table circled by loved ones
Smiles of gratitude.
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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April 16, 2008 07:03 PM EDT --
Six years and too many hours past,
when one hour's wait was giddy joy,
or fear you'd already left.
We talked and loved 'till we full understood
each other, our lies, . . . more
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November 29, 2007 09:57 AM EST --
Dance Me To My Heart
by Cathryn flowers Ritchie
A cavern deep within
forgotten, crumbled,
Swirling in the dust of pain;
a glint
. . . more
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June 09, 2008 01:43 PM EDT --
I wake to hear you snoring; it isn't morning
I reach for you in the dark and quiet of the room
And feel that spark, that need to touch you
And I do
Your arm, chilly, I cover you
And rub . . . more
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November 22, 2007 02:31 AM EST --
Picking raspberries in your mother's
garden, I confess I wasn't thinking
of berries, delicious though they were, my mind
was on the softness of your lips
one night long ago when I . . . 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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May 13, 2008 07:00 AM EDT --
A salute to love...a love without demand
I wish to give you light,
As you walk on your own path,
So let me be just who I am.
Let me be the wayward one
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June 02, 2008 01:13 AM EDT --
Unsure our fingers
that let it slip
to shatter crash
the pieces skip
across the floor
aghast we stood
not quite sure
what was left
if there was more
to safely hold
in silence our . . . more
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April 30, 2008 08:03 AM EDT --
You bring a light,
As you go your way.
I want to come near you,
And be stroked by your ray.
You bring music,
From the gods above.
Let me be near you,
And hear the sounds of love.
You . . . more
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October 08, 2007 05:09 PM EDT --
To my wife of 43 years.
She was a city girl and I a small town boy.
What did we have in common?
(Her hair was auburn red, like the very last touch of sunset.)
. . . more
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March 29, 2008 02:22 PM EDT --
Habibi - an always song
(melody of her perfection) . . . more
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November 22, 2007 01:21 AM EST --
DRIFT
I had no idea in that shy summer sun
when the raspberries were just
under-ripe and the soft lawn of your old school
found its way beneath us;
The cold flow of . . . more
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May 21, 2008 09:44 PM EDT --
When these dusky tones simmer in the room,
while washing dishes, or combing long
cashmere curls,
black waves rippling against the shore
of her pale shoulders,
there is no recourse; . . . more
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February 18, 2008 11:13 AM EST --
Winter Sonnet
So when the swirling snow begins to fall
outside where frigid dreams begin to dance
their tarantellas to the gods of chance,
these wintry symbols list to bear their all
upon . . . 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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