Tag: writing
group name: funwithpoetry
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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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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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May 30, 2006 09:08 AM EDT --
storm clouds--
homeless man shivers under
a newspaper coat
midnight--
an owl interrogates
the moon
a groundhog
watches a rabbit
watching him
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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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July 25, 2006 10:14 AM EDT --
People
swimming,
sunning,
showing-off on the high dives,
lifeguards try to keep order,
staff provides maintenance,
the waters get filtered,
instruction is available,
guys scope chicks,
chicks scope . . . more
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August 21, 2006 12:35 PM EDT --
Bigger, better, more beautiful than ever,
The box suggests.
It's simply irresistible
I lift the lid on Pandora's box
And let loose my misery
And my curiosity with the mundane
There, laying . . . 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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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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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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January 31, 2008 03:37 PM EST --
Here's a poem I'm still working on: too wordy, unclear what is being said, needs focus. Too many "I" beginnings, the "I should" repetition is distracting.
Rough . . . more
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December 11, 2006 03:06 PM EST --
Bitter-almond mornings
spew poison
People crush my spirit
Fragmented woman
clawing her eyes out
So when they ask me
why I never
leave this room, I tell
them nothing. . .
shut the door . . . more
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October 15, 2006 03:45 AM EDT --
Drifting voices heard
just at the edge of knowing
you hear, but not sure.
Someone's anger; decibels
tickle the night noisily.
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
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December 13, 2007 11:41 AM EST --
Rude Awakening
Groggy at sunrise
Slow shuffle to the bathroom
Warm rump meets cold seat
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November 15, 2006 12:50 PM EST --
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Playful chasing tease
Sweet winds stirring up the leaves
Games with clever trees
Elusive prey earthward bound
Vanquished foes end in crunches
( I recycled parts of a poem . . . more
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March 12, 2007 03:15 PM EDT --
Wrap me in the familiar
Speak to me in the past tense
Don’t stoke the dying embers
Let me shiver in the bitter chill
No need to cushion the walls
Lock me in dogmatic confinement . . . more
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June 01, 2006 10:15 AM EDT --
Play coy will you?
As if you've never seen me;
go ahead, pretend we did'nt
just dance the horizontal tango.
Desperate seconds ago
you traced each goose bump,
touched "g's" . . . more
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June 08, 2008 04:16 PM EDT --
So many times
she would pray
for a touch
a tear
a sign
she was alive,
and
so . . . more
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July 15, 2008 12:15 PM EDT --
I brush crumbs to the floor
to make way for paper and pen,
wondering why
I'm left with the remains
of someone's late night sandwich
when all I want to do is
. . . more
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May 22, 2006 12:00 PM EDT --
stage
lights
and...
curtain
--
coloratura
"spiny furze-pig burrow nestles
slumbers peaceful winter's worst
evolution's lightest brushes
today's selections . . . more
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