Tag: poetry journal
group name: blackbirds13
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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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November 13, 2007 08:20 PM EST --
Any News on my girlfriend?
I cannot sleep
I want to shoot myself with a 9mm
But before I do, tell me,
Any news on my girlfriend?
I’m too futile
I need a soul-mate . . . more
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November 04, 2007 10:19 PM EST --
The bell rings, a resounding clang of doom
Fire wraiths dance along in the dusky gloom
Smoke rises above the building’s new glow
Brisque attention all gawking faces show . . . 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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December 10, 2007 01:43 AM EST --
Ode to Poetic Obsession
The clamor was for cheesecake
But instead iambic verse baked
When it's time to pay the bills
Writing haiku triggers thrills . . . 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 06, 2007 09:44 AM EST --
our lives are scattered
red ball bounces up and down
diurnal rhythm
randomly we land
. . . 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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May 28, 2008 02:41 PM EDT --
When I First Knew
It was an ugly autumn day, and I was walking to class.
The morning was dreary, but I had to pass.
I couldn't sleep in, no matter how much
I'd rather do that, than . . . more
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May 28, 2008 07:49 PM EDT --
There are many routes to work.
The hilly one, through fields,
precipitates its scenery in random bits
as my attention lingers on a ruined barn,
a schoolbus burned and listed to one side, . . . more
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April 22, 2007 12:07 PM EDT --
To you who cradles every birth
With grounded sustenance
To you who dazzles every sense
From mighty mountains to sparkling seas
To your volcanic fire and glacier . . . more
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November 08, 2007 06:56 PM EST --
I write
for me
I type for thee
I don't expect eternity
When . . . more
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April 15, 2008 10:34 AM EDT --
For Magi . . . more
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April 09, 2008 02:00 AM EDT --
The world is a slow place. Like bodies,
its motion remains localized –
peninsulas twitching to move this pen
in a scrawling blue oxbow across the page -
the global . . . more
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November 03, 2007 10:30 PM EDT --
Sex is the only good thing now.
Yeah, sex…
and the kids.
They keep me laughing
when they aren’t crying.
They help me forget
about the rest,
the negative balances
in our checking account, . . . more
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April 30, 2008 08:54 PM EDT --
may
day
light fire
make hay
kindle desire
feeling flow
candle glow
wrap your
soul
around . . . more
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October 16, 2007 10:45 PM EDT --
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I remember
When I was 3 I bit into an electric cord. I remember the buzzing tingle . . . more
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January 14, 2008 01:16 AM EST --
I remember
When I was 3 I bit into an electric cord. I remember the buzzing tingle in my head,
When I was 7 I stepped on a nail. I remember the stabbing . . . more
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January 06, 2008 01:39 AM EST --
My first poem of the year.
I am Love.
I was there the first time they met.
I was there when they shared a first kiss.
I was there when they walked . . . more
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May 28, 2008 10:50 PM EDT --
The only thing we have to fear is
Becoming the sum of our fears
Becoming rain
on everyone's parade
becoming the sick feeling of despair
as you wait to reveal
nothing
but . . . more
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