Tag: random musings
group name: funwithpoetry
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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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June 02, 2006 02:38 PM EDT --
My obituary will read
that I always laid
stark in the dark
mooning the night;
the epitaph will interpret
my soul as a barren,
menopausal womb,
hysterectomised
by a deity's shaky hand.
it will . . . more
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June 10, 2008 02:00 PM EDT --
When she sees him,
her first thought
is of the myth of the Yup'ik
and the hundreds of words
they have for snow.
It seems unfair that English
does not provide her
with hundreds . . . 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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March 30, 2007 04:10 PM EDT --
Incendiary passion rummages,
Stacks of old dried views,
Sequestered long by raison d'être,
Inflammable debris, superfluous-
Spring-cleaning the mind periodically,
An exercise worth time . . . more
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June 08, 2006 08:31 AM EDT --
It's irritating
the way you
sweep through church doors
on sunday mornings
. . . more
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June 03, 2006 07:55 AM EDT --
There is nothing more difficult
than to interrogate
my own psyche;
perform an introspective
autopsy, dissect
every hidden niche
of my soul.
I scalpel through tendons
of consciousness . . . more
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July 12, 2006 04:15 PM EDT --
Powerless and helpless
So tired, on the ground
I should have stopped this long ago
In fact, was duty bound
Now in this shadow
Hiding
Been burnt by the same sun
I once befriended . . . more
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March 02, 2007 06:03 AM EST --
I enter the land of words often,
Eager to pluck the ripest,
Driven by urge to fashion verse,
Attempting a vivid message.
Michelangelo chiselled his "Boy David",
From a piece of misshapen rock, . . . more
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July 12, 2008 10:18 AM EDT --
Celibate pens make good narrators
For Houdini thoughts submerged in ink
Freed of all trappings again . . . more
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February 14, 2007 08:32 AM EST --
rainy roads-
swishing cars
mud all over
more
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September 01, 2007 04:47 PM EDT --
A lotus thrives placidly
On contempt of the rotting pond
Bloated with decaying leaves
Still water blackened quartz.
The foul environ augmented with
Popping bubbles of odious methane
Can’t . . . more
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August 03, 2006 02:50 PM EDT --
His breathing; fast
Head resting on the floor
His whiskers; white
Purrs; waiting at the door
With his paws he hugs me
With his eyes he loves me
Trusting with his life, his soul
At heart . . . more
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February 23, 2007 01:13 AM EST --
English language has acquired a term,
From an event two millennia old,
Its' key figure a man called Christ,
With twelve simple followers-
Cinderella being no historical fact,
Easier for millions to believe the . . . more
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March 23, 2007 12:49 PM EDT --
My eyes, pearl mongers disburse,
Liquid globes from lachrymal sacs,
Sprung out with emotional stirring,
Augmenting expressive depth.
A gifted twosome with thinking their own-
Seem sophisticatedly inclined, . . . more
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March 25, 2007 03:25 PM EDT --
"Keep in touch," her remark at our parting,
Complimenting my eagerness,
A gesture well meaning probably,
Or cliché of social language
I'd compromised when life demanded,
As she had . . . more
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August 20, 2007 02:08 PM EDT --
Gyrations of the fire made me smile
Insinuating alacrity
Methodically intent almost frenzied
Feeding voraciously.
The orgiastic feasting would too soon
Ebb in ferocity
Embers glow awhile bemoan
. . . more
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August 23, 2007 05:24 PM EDT --
Statues fear not modesty outraged
Wind can’t their fig leaves shift
Impromptu rendezvous in twinklings insist
Seeking fulfilling tryst
Aiding attires off unscrupulous bodies . . . more
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August 24, 2006 10:03 AM EDT --
. . . or anything else you write? The author makes a boo-boo, of course.
I couldn't understand when a particular tanka of mine wasn't getting the hits I thought it should; then I looked . . . more
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September 25, 2006 12:18 AM EDT --
Art and nature click
Indian basket weaver
Echos the pine cone
more
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