Tag: poem
group name: funwithpoetry
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February 18, 2007 04:06 AM EST --
Veins protrude from my temples
Sacred vermilion rivulets
Stream within papery skin
Sinuous lines, fragile mind
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November 16, 2006 09:19 PM EST --
I lay awake — your flame my only triumph.
Beside you, the kingdom beyond the grave is nothing,
to the embracing desert.
When your eyes are closed
the earth veiled.
Warriors of the drunkenness . . . more
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October 11, 2006 04:50 AM EDT --
"He tried to weigh his soul to see if it was a poet's soul. Melancholy was the dominant note of his temperament, he thought, but it was melancholy tempered by recurrences of faith and resignation . . . more
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May 26, 2007 09:44 AM EDT --
This is not me. I am not Pre-Sim. I am just. Just Me.
This is the first poem.
This was the first time I knelt
and with my lips, frightened, kissed
the lit inwardly pink petaled lips.
it was like touching . . . more
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November 06, 2006 11:43 AM EST --
to turn from which is love, the mind
finding without that wall at which to thrust itself
itself and, my tongue as . . . more
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February 27, 2008 12:52 PM EST --
Silly dog warms me
Stroking his head, warmth growing
Love lays on my lap.
I have lots of pictures of the same thing on here because I have no clue how this stuff works. Sorry. . . . more
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April 27, 2008 03:30 PM EDT --
This "picture poem" was written about three years ago. I've only written a handful of them. This one probably depends on the visual imagery to the extent that it doesn't work . . . more
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July 24, 2007 05:57 PM EDT --
Thirteen Ways To Think Of Trees
The little girl’s hand touches the trunk gently
The bark is smooth in places
But her hand stops at the rough patch
She picks at the scaly edges
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July 25, 2006 05:53 PM EDT --
If it's beauty that we're after
It's in the love and laughter
Of playing children
Flowers, pets
In hugs and smiles
The sun that sets
All free and widespread
Heaven bound
In parks and . . . more
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October 28, 2006 02:19 PM EDT --
I am writing something. Not a swan song, and not, not me. But - I will post it here - every stanza - as it happens. And finally. Some.Of.You.May.Comment.
That too, will go into the next stanza. And. &&& . . . more
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June 03, 2006 04:32 PM EDT --
This morning I rolled
around in the fragrances
of sage and clover
and let their scents
sex my skin.
I looked up past
the wingless mango
hanging nonchalant
in perpetuity
and . . . more
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March 05, 2007 05:28 AM EST --
Dawn bares her rich palette-
Seductive awakening
Tar stained gulls hover-
Scolding thieves
Sea reflects sun's rays-
Blinding illusion
Waves pound the virgin sand-
Tidal release
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May 25, 2006 07:45 PM EDT --
Slowly, graceful wings
Softly touch the still water.
Peace on quiet lake.
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November 10, 2006 01:52 AM EST --
skyglass over newbury street,
bustle under blank.
an intrigue, really,
this clarity tracing
serpentine maple branches,
this grand merci and silence,
for all that, some say, good news.
I'm serving . . . more
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April 14, 2007 10:04 PM EDT --
Arced plate of steel sky
Unblemished by solar blue,
Seals the somber force
Within the ancient spectrum,
Appropos for muscled drudge
Copyright 2007 Jim Ross
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March 04, 2008 03:46 PM EST --
Disc--Poetry Please single word challenge
I took out the movie
and slid it on in.
The DVD player
won't work again.
I pull out the disc,
maybe to . . . more
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October 19, 2007 01:43 AM EDT --
My mind drifts,
what do I have?
I have friends,
scars,
and sadly,
my own legend.
But what do I possess?
What is my most important object?
After all these years,
do I possess any valuables? . . . more
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November 05, 2006 10:40 AM EST --
Avant You
avant i want
& if you
i am becoming
my love's dying
body okra tomatoes
sweet corn sunflower
to my sin, love . . . more
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October 23, 2006 12:58 AM EDT --
In the self another self
An eye that merely observes
Like a camera catches a pose
It doesn't judge it only shows
In the self another self
A lover reaching out . . . more
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June 02, 2006 01:53 PM EDT --
This afternoon I watched
a lemon-faced drunk,
slump into a daily stupor,
no doubt fatigued from
his own radiance.
Under his high swelter,
two pie-faced
girls with braided
antennae and jean
clad . . . more
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