Tag: writing
group name: blackbirds13
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July 25, 2008 06:29 PM EDT --
WATCHING RHINE
It just lies here in its big
curve through Basel
on an early autumn
evening, possibly wanting
to have changed its course
a few times over the years
but maybe not minding . . . 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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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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February 08, 2008 02:23 AM EST --
(this poem is in response to John Beck's article .)
Finding Joy
One of these mornings,
she won't wake up.
Sometime . . . 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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November 30, 2007 07:19 PM EST --
Wait! Oh, wait just one moment, she said.
I so wanted to dance a bit more.
The clock struck and she ran
losing a shoe and
unfinished dances
kisses untasted.
That waltz music sang in her . . . 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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February 14, 2008 02:31 AM EST --
Poem for Andy
This is a poem for the windows in my life,
which I have passed by, not even glancing
to see if it was sunny or mist.
This is a poem for mist,
fogging my window
as I looked, . . . more
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August 12, 2008 02:47 AM EDT --
I've had my ear to the rail for some time now.
Three yards up the line, my sister huddles,
waiting, same as I.
. . . 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 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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November 04, 2007 02:03 AM EST --
We spent the morning swapping words.
Weaving through the tangle of hills,
The wild work of volcanoes,
More opulent than Grandma’s breasts.
The land rose like fresh loaves
On a sideboard in . . . more
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February 04, 2008 02:09 PM EST --
Good Counsel Home, 1963
The first time I saw Tula,
she was cracking an egg over
a yellow bowl the housemother and I
had found at Goodwill that morning.
The trick is to beat . . . more
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November 04, 2007 12:47 PM EST --
We spent the morning swapping words.
Weaving through the tangle of hills,
The wild work of volcanoes,
More opulent than Grandma’s breasts.
The land rose like fresh loaves
On a kitchen sideboard. . . . more
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July 06, 2008 09:07 PM EDT --
The Judas horse is a device used to trap wild horses.
Can you predict the moment,
That last scene of despair and
deception.
Follow me, you say, see the gold, . . . more
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February 15, 2008 12:28 PM EST --
please lord, let the sun
not catch me sleeping
but let me welcome him
when his first beams crest
the horizon, my prayers done
let my love
find expression in the manner . . . 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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April 01, 2008 04:56 PM EDT --
Ah, she smiled
ruefully at his wonderment
the most profound mystery
simply presented can be a bore
so charm me
she winked
then we'll see
if you see
that . . . more
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January 19, 2008 08:31 PM EST --
A STALINGRAD REQUIEM
For My Historian Friend
I have seen history only through your eyes.
Its drums have pounded death into my head.
I have watched a billion soldiers die,
Yet . . . more
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February 13, 2008 08:18 PM EST --
Found a shriveled black thing
under the bed
while vacuuming today.
Gingerly picked it up.
Humph, I puffed. An apple
and all the time I thought
that sickly, sweet smell
was love.
more
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