Tag: poems
group name: blackbirds13
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November 30, 2007 08:15 AM EST --
The Skater
by Marianne McNamara
When blue twilight wrapped the house
and I waited for the rest of them
to come back from school and jobs and errands
(strange that I should . . . more
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December 02, 2007 12:54 PM EST --
The National Weather Service Issues A Winter Storm Watch
Anticipation hovers at the edges of the heavy gray sky
electric with the faint throb of far-off energy and static.
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January 01, 2008 06:53 PM EST --
THIRTY-SIX YEARS
by Marianne McNamara
We eat in easy silence; homemade chicken soup
golden with egg noodles and crusty French bread.
Pale lamplight outlines his craggy . . . more
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December 30, 2007 02:20 PM EST --
Buying Squash
by Marianne McNamara
I saw her at Cub three days before Christmas,
looking for black-green scalloped winter squash,
no different from any other busy woman
heading . . . more
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November 03, 2007 04:30 PM EDT --
EARLY NOVEMBER
by Marianne McNamara
Autumn winds drag leaves from the trees,
clogging the streets in a dreary finale.
Bare branches crisscross the heavy pewter sky.
Icy rain . . . more
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August 21, 2007 02:53 AM EDT --
She had her first child when she was only a teen, her momma made the same mistake too. Now momma's gone home and she's left here alone in this world wonderin' what she should do. Many . . . more
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November 05, 2007 11:01 AM EST --
Soft masculine hands a child smile.
you have a heart that gives a miles.
I watch the hourglass sands
wondering how much time I have to give you all I can
Your heart is warm it opened . . . more
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December 03, 2007 02:26 AM EST --
some plum nectar in
the steel fridge so cold and crisp
i could not resist
(inspired by william carlos williams)
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November 08, 2007 02:11 AM EST --
The title of this group just begs for us all to play "Copy the Master." It's a poetry exercise I used with a group of my wanna-be (some really are!) poets. We all . . . more
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November 09, 2007 04:47 PM EST --
Today I want to talk about BOOKS.
Not any special books, although to me all books ARE special, but your regular everyday books, paperbacks, hardbacks, and even those with NO backs. . . . more
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July 27, 2008 05:33 PM EDT --
A lop-sided moon
Shows its pock-marked face,
Smirking in a sky bereft of cloud.
While winter trees stretch,
Twisting their limbs toward the sky,
Lifting their last blood dried leaves in silence, . . . more
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December 09, 2007 02:59 PM EST --
closed eyes believing.the world opens from withinas everything changes
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December 10, 2007 12:27 AM EST --
cold rage coiled tightly ~
fallible assump!tions
made way into light
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June 28, 2008 10:12 AM EDT --
Ordinarily it wouldn't have happened,
But the booze went to my head.
I lost my inhibitions
And I wound up in your bed.
You looked into my eyes
And lit my body's fire
Pressed your lips . . . more
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July 05, 2008 03:59 AM EDT --
In the park
a chubby pink child
rests on a bench
in her mother's arms,
eating long strands of blond hair
in affectionate clumps,
and staring at embracing lovers
who smile back.
In . . . more
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July 13, 2008 03:12 PM EDT --
I used to keep my heart
In a woven wicker basket
On a cluttered closet shelf.
It was safe there.
You came along one day
bringing candied sunshine on a stick,
I put it away in a black box . . . more
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June 30, 2008 04:28 AM EDT --
At the foot of a tree
Brown wisps of memory
Clutter the ground
and choke the grass
But the tree stands unconcerned.
Gnarled and wrinkled from ages of wind and sun,
It is old with the wisdom . . . more
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December 05, 2007 08:18 AM EST --
dynamic at will
from night opaque breaks day
firm is the body
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June 30, 2008 02:51 AM EDT --
Alone in the darkness,
I stand at my window
and gaze down on my deserted block,
barely lit by a single street lamp.
Suddenly, I see him,
The old man sitting lonely
On the September cold, . . . more
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December 09, 2007 02:35 PM EST --
feel everything
connecting infinitely
questioning nothing
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