Tag: people
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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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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July 09, 2008 08:36 AM EDT --
I do not pretend to know the effect 400 years of induced poverty and oppression has had on the mind of black folk. I will never say, "I can relate" or give inane platitudes . . . more
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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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November 12, 2007 01:54 AM EST --
When I was in graduate school, I volunteered to teach at a nearby minimum security prison. Its this poem is a simple narration of something that happened one night. Its not finished so you can help me . . . more
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November 19, 2007 11:15 AM EST --
Name as many AMUSEMENT PARKS that you can. Big or small name them all, but only one per post please, but enter as many as you like.
Thanks and have fun!!
I'll go first ok.... Disney . . . more
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November 07, 2007 05:41 AM EST --
Fire laden stars circle
frigid moon
Tracing the shape of you
. . . 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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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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December 07, 2007 03:59 PM EST --
WHAT KIND OF THINGS WOULD YOU FIND IN A COURTHOUSE?
One per post please, but post as many as you like...and have fun.
Thanks for playing too, I'll go first ok.....
Metal Detectors . . . more
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June 12, 2008 11:23 PM EDT --
asking me not to post junk to a group about fathers. I didn't even know I was a member, and I don't get easily offended, but if you want my attention and you send me an email of such vital . . . more
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December 06, 2007 02:21 PM EST --
Do you believe in ghosts? Spooks, phantoms, spirits, the lviing dead whatever name you have come to know them?
I do and here's why.
I wasn't always a believer . . . more
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November 27, 2007 11:29 PM EST --
[words & photos by Robert B.]
A BRUISED REED, HE WILL NOT BREAK
MT. 12:20 NIV
Bruised Reed
©Robert C Burnham . . . more
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July 01, 2008 02:08 PM EDT --
We always read about about folk's complaints regarding the way Gather does things.
I'd like to read the opinions of people who have found good things to write about Gather.
We all come here . . . more
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December 07, 2007 09:08 PM EST --
Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife,
The royal banner, and all quality,
Pride, pomp, . . . more
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July 17, 2008 03:40 PM EDT --
THE LIAR
By Bev P.
You hurt the world with all your lies
I tell your truths and cut your size
Your mouth is rare to speak the truth
Perhaps it stems from your youth?
I cannot stand . . . more
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December 16, 2007 04:46 PM EST --
SUMMARY OF MY LAST YEAR ON THE COMPUTER
. . . more
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December 22, 2007 04:05 PM EST --
We're soaking a kettle of black-eyed peas
none of them peas at all it seems
merely black hearted beans; beans, beans good
for your heart, eat too many and you will
(don't be childish) . . . more
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May 15, 2008 08:36 PM EDT --
I never broke a promise
Never made one either
But my family is disapearing
and I wish for no solace
only the gut eating guilt
of no more days with them
no more excuses for absence
Didn't . . . more
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