Tag: poetry
group name: onewordatatime
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October 21, 2007 10:18 AM EDT --
Discuss the process of self-discovery in poetry .... there's a wide open essay question, eh?
I actually have specific poets to address (Frost & Yeats).... but my first step, I think, is trying . . . more
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September 23, 2006 10:59 AM EDT --
Our lives are like a book.
Before I take you within my hands
To read your story
I'll run my hands gently over your cover,
Feeling the richness and quality of your fine leather binding, . . . more
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November 30, 2006 03:27 PM EST --
Swing yourself as high
as the length of chains will go.
It is there at the top of the arc.
That split moment
of motionless, weightless thrill
before gravity claims you.
Close your eyes,
. . . more
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January 21, 2007 10:09 AM EST --
I wrote an article last night about this growing older nonsense and I referenced (poorly) some of my favorite poetry and literature pertaining to being wistful of one's life growing shorter and not . . . more
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December 15, 2006 11:43 AM EST --
Cherished(for Muni)
You catch my tears
And drink them
Transmute to mirth
You feed me
How is it in four days, four meals
You find me?
Where near forty years
The fathers four failed . . . more
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December 15, 2006 11:40 AM EST --
Sing(for my namesake)
I see your melancholy
You see mine
In this city of crazed bees
You float with serenity
Your words strong and true
Pierce my armour through
Sing, you say
Find . . . more
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September 23, 2006 11:47 AM EDT --
My life was a puzzle
made of many pieces.
Each one connected to the other
without quite the right fit...
jagged edges, missing pieces.
You entered my life,
and scattered your pieces among mine... . . . more
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April 24, 2007 06:44 PM EDT --
beneath the crinkled skin
beneath the cavernous cage
a heart fills and flows
meanders with an age
the letter never sent
"sorry" never spoken
hands could not reach
promises told then broken . . . more
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March 12, 2007 08:39 PM EDT --
Hard as stone
wrapped on a core
could not let in
would not let out.
. . . more
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September 21, 2007 06:29 AM EDT --
Camaieu is a technique that employs two or three tints of a single color other than gray, to create a monochromatic image without regard to local or realistic color . (From Wikipedia) . . . 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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September 26, 2006 02:14 PM EDT --
what is poetry?
a few have asked.
i don't blame them
they know not'
rhyme and rhythm
is that all?
no my dears,
it's not!
i write what I see
i write what I feel
i write about love
i write about . . . more
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September 30, 2006 08:20 PM EDT --
I'd tell but
You'd make a joke
I'd reach out
But you would flinch
I'd give but you wouldn't know
What went into this gift of heart
And how I wanted it to touch yours
I'd ask but . . . more
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September 09, 2006 02:20 PM EDT --
some eyes are meadows
flower tops ruffle endlessly
the open embrace of more
some eyes are bark and twine
sturdy and autumn crisp
hammer and nail precise
some eyes are chapels
holy . . . more
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March 28, 2007 04:29 AM EDT --
I
My favorite season arrived the day I
Started a new life with my soulmate
Fog and rain greeted guests
Disorienting even the best navigators
II
Day and night meet each . . . more
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September 26, 2006 07:09 PM EDT --
Late night writing
There is something to be said
For staying up most of the night
To clear ones busy head
Silence is what's healing
My soul this balmy night
I woke up broken, down and scared . . . more
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June 29, 2007 06:51 AM EDT --
Came kicking and screaming into that new world
changing more than just the attitude in me
Red hair and long legs just like me but yet again
not me, . . . more
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September 23, 2006 09:41 AM EDT --
Abstract ideas altered into
Realistic views.
Time consumed hours used by
Idled thoughts.
Secret products of the mind coming together
To form a masterpiece.
unpublished work . . . more
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February 05, 2007 11:01 PM EST --
We measure our lives in fractions of time. A minute here...a second there...moments lost and days we have not met. Time strings us along as we pull backward towards what we know and what . . . more
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May 02, 2007 03:46 AM EDT --
I waited for you with bated breath
In hopes that once again,
We could share that oneness
we knew when we were friends.
But has time and distance erased
The closeness we once knew? . . . more
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