Tag: poem
group name: poetinaction
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March 16, 2008 04:11 PM EST --
The day stands beneath november drizzle
While the thick clouded sun shines high
So to better know
What ballot or beauty is today in time's reckoning
A passing rumble forward . . . more
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June 14, 2008 07:58 PM EDT --
I have written
give 'em enough trope
aimed my ink
with a sniper scope
damn careful
not to interlope
nor forget
the angel's share
having noted
I once lived in exile
made current . . . more
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September 17, 2008 12:23 AM EDT --
As Time Flies
She sits at the window
waiting for time to stop
but it never does
She simply carries on
and on an on
She has outlived all those . . . more
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September 21, 2007 01:20 AM EDT --
A grain of sand changed hands and the world shuddered to a stop
I ceased to size my portion or care what coming would fill once arrived
My space to space and section was my own shape in . . . more
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June 11, 2008 06:29 PM EDT --
I ain't bright
nor particularly peculiar
sans Saturday night
I drink alone
but for communion
and Monday backwash
I don't echo
recon redemption
preach or petition
I half-ass . . . more
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September 29, 2008 12:06 PM EDT --
They lived as married
For so many years.
Now she lives in a bucket
filled with her own tears.
She gave him everything
That she had to give
Then she took his life
so that she could live. . . . more
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August 18, 2008 02:56 AM EDT --
Sky
. . . more
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October 09, 2008 07:38 PM EDT --
I once knew a poetry girl
At night she'd come and sing to me
Her words were like the finest pearls
The verses she'd whisper softly
Our poetry would intertwine
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April 02, 2008 12:46 AM EST --
There is no beauty can lift a lie
The Grey Goose and tonic of my early morning headache
I'm out on the street like a man with nothing
My suit echoes a boring necktie
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October 20, 2007 08:10 PM EDT --
Peel and appeal the ever waning charm
From your dusky autumn bones
The assumed graces slip, gracious reactions
Let the faces smile
Firmly youth and youthfully aged
I see what time has in . . . more
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August 04, 2008 04:25 AM EDT --
CHINA
Your history stands so regal and tall
But your antics towards humans, not human at all
You're lost in a world, all your own
And now the Olympics . . . more
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June 14, 2008 12:56 PM EDT --
drunk on breaking news
I linger
ordering yet another,
brace it back.
a frown so hard
my brow acquires
yet another headline
a new wrinkle
a new image
too high . . . more
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September 13, 2008 03:21 AM EDT --
Snap Goes the Swing
by Bev P.
I never said I was grown up
of this you can believe
For one day you saw my butt
as the swing flew through the breeze
I heard . . . more
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October 11, 2007 01:43 AM EDT --
all is one
the limits seem to say
threadbare cushion
days drift into day
stepping back I see the roots
standing at attention
clapping hands and waving trees
the forest lifts its head in praise
the earth . . . more
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October 11, 2007 01:53 AM EDT --
"It's a secret." she said, and rolled over.
"It's what I keep for myself, I suppose.
My disapproval and lust. I don't think I'll show you those."
She didn't . . . more
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August 28, 2008 02:10 PM EDT --
Could it be that I'm on the wrong page
Since I'm genuine and maybe a bit remade
I am not a spaceman, but I know of my flight
Between the bookends, so they tell me, is a life
So as I sit . . . more
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September 12, 2008 02:03 PM EDT --
Pathfinder on a mission to see which angles release
Truths finding missives within belief's hidden reach
Floating, and maybe shimmering, to say, 'Sketched today.'
And the shutter speed . . . more
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September 18, 2008 12:31 PM EDT --
Clear, oh so clear the darkened waters soften through the night
Perhaps the music makers have orchestrated each leaf
Rustling subtle rhythms much softer than a tambourine
Touching the circular path's . . . more
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September 19, 2008 02:37 AM EDT --
I see the clouds rolling in.
Today it looks like rain,
But I'm ready for a downpour
Today I want to feel the pain.
Is it cold and dark where you are?
Do your own eyes drizzle tears?
Has . . . more
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September 30, 2008 09:51 AM EDT --
A simple toast, a simple rhyme
A premature thought unwinds
And as it lengthens, coils, or projects
Holding strand, fables not told yet
In the Hinterlands: Do they exist
Like scenes on a card: . . . more
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