Tag: poem
group name: deadpoetssociety
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May 14, 2008 12:56 PM EDT --
kissing is a game
played to entice
to tease
maybe to taste
it is not a promise
but perhaps a preview
one cannot guess
what is the open mouth
to the peck
the hard sucking of . . .
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May 21, 2008 04:14 PM EDT --
Lazily I crawl from my bed
no lover beside me
to enjoy the sun seeping through
the black blinds of my bedroom window
I open them to greet the day
The city is already awake
below me ten . . .
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December 14, 2009 07:53 PM EST --
siren
The siren comes out clear. It has passed
through being nonexistent, muffled
and distinct like blood stains. The siren,
a voice of caution, the clear siren,
comes . . .
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December 12, 2009 07:57 PM EST --
Edge slips away
Madly, sun grabs the edge of the roof.
The edge slips away. Roofs after roofs
doused in red, witness a death. Comes the dusk;
the dusk comes . . .
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March 27, 2008 11:43 AM EDT --
Beneath your lonely feet
Walk a long desert.
The gold of a sky
Eternal, liquid.
Fire of sand touches
Both your lonely feet.
They call those bushes snake flowers.
The breeze . . .
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December 13, 2009 07:59 PM EST --
Reality of a vacation
It falls, dignifiedly sloth, deliberate;
it falls while we listen to the stream, the tune.
The harmony embraces us; the rich hues
of the . . .
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December 11, 2009 07:46 PM EST --
A death in our family
The wounds received, the wounds inflicted
hardly matter. Ash is in the air.
Rust of the season drops out, a leaf.
River in the . . .
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December 07, 2009 07:59 PM EST --
Abused
The tiny feet of a squirrel on a tin roof;
nothingness is a corrugated top.
You look up from there, a frightened life;
a squirrel, not playful; in search . . .
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December 01, 2009 08:44 PM EST --
Surreal corridor
“However”, says the naysayer;
‘however’ has always been his
way to end a sentence which will
fly like a mesmerized . . .
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December 06, 2009 08:37 PM EST --
Counter development
Talks with an older relative pass
through a still water. Time descends; soft,
white, flakish. Soon the water will freeze.
Something small . . .
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January 25, 2008 09:01 AM EST --
Where is the power?
Words fall short before a rising sun.
They are nothing to the gust of rays,
Giddy they lower their heads
On the green grass.
That squanders the gathers of . . .
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December 17, 2007 12:24 PM EST --
I want to fly into the sun,
I want to be free,
Let me go,
So I can be me.
Through the eyes of an eagle,
I want to soar,
Then live as a tree,
With root . . .
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January 28, 2008 09:31 AM EST --
A mother's prescription
{ To Renee (Pres of Baby James Foundation), my friend, dearest.}
Sewn lips.
She cannot tell.
Failed words storm the window of heart.
Eyes have . . .
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February 03, 2008 01:07 AM EST --
Floor full of shattered mind
In an afternoon of untimely shower
Mind falls out of the benumbed fingers.
A winter of crazy white on the screen.
underneath is an open road . . .
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February 29, 2008 09:49 AM EST --
Tears of an angel
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Winding up his wings
He sits on the steep end of the temple
The angel.
Down there people,
People touching
The marvels of ancient . . .
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March 02, 2008 04:01 AM EST --
A kitty named "Zelda"
Her paws, soft, are upon fallen gold
Of rustling foliage. Cold sundown
Turns around to a shadowy cottage.
A cottage with a coach and love-strokes
On . . .
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March 08, 2008 01:02 AM EST --
They arrested pa!
The storm on the northern sky
He eyes the yellow painted door,
Fingers quivered on touch of
The ancient woods and red bricks.
The crisscross of the net . . .
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April 07, 2008 05:32 PM EDT --
OUR FIRST KITTY CAT
BY CHARLENE CLARK
OH MY, GOODNESS SAKE, WHAT A KITTY CAT!
"IS IT A GIRL OR A BOY, WHAT'S THAT ON ITS BACK?
HERE LITTLE RICHIE, HERE JACOB AND ROBBIE, . . .
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March 14, 2008 09:55 AM EDT --
Sickened heart
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Hand extends to touch yours and
It passes beyond
Only the wetness stays on.
Without a loss of
Something closer to this heart
You cannot . . .
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July 16, 2009 08:53 AM EDT --
T id e black
By the night they haul the black canisters,
surreptitiously, stealthily they move
midst a moonless night with rabid dogs barking.
They say take care. “Take . . .
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