Tag: arts
group name: poeticjustice
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August 06, 2006 09:42 PM EDT --
It's alright by me
If you sometimes call my name
We left that room so long ago
But my heart is still the same
Please feel free to drift
Back to the mood we were in
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September 07, 2006 02:43 AM EDT --
Riverbank Sketch
Tight wild river winds
Grayish clouds scud quickly by
To steel white water
Redwoods bear their tall burden
Of fickle wind and eagles
Copyright 2006 Jim Ross . . . more
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July 19, 2006 02:23 AM EDT --
The anodyne for loneliness arrives with you--and what you have to say.
Ear Balm
Your warm gentle breath
Chaperoned by loving oaths
In my anxious ear
© 2006 Jim Ross
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February 12, 2007 07:51 PM EST --
Tell us what
You are conceiving?
Is it for Mansfield,
We find you grieving?
Scatter not,
To winds retreating,
The merits of youth
Sorrow’s depleting.
Do not abandon
Your lust for being.
Embrace . . . more
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September 09, 2006 12:20 AM EDT --
A Matter of Taste
Cat flipped the kibble
With an averted-eye roll
And sauntered away . . .
To return with a scrub jay
Too slow for Cat's autumn prowl
Copyright 2006 Jim Ross
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July 14, 2007 02:23 PM EDT --
It's a chilly Autumn morn
It's just the break of . . . more
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November 11, 2006 09:16 PM EST --
It's great to have met
A nice and friendly person like you.
You make me happy when I'm down.
You encourage me when I feel there's no hope.
I have never been so lucky as . . . more
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July 19, 2006 02:20 AM EDT --
There is always a moment when everything is clear
Afterglow
Here in the twilight
Where morning is memory
There's nothing but love
© 2006 Jim Ross
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September 07, 2006 02:20 AM EDT --
To Be With You Again
When I hold your face
And feel your hair brush my hands
My heart leaps to you
And I pull your lips to mine--
Delicate touch of our love
© 2006 Jim Ross
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March 08, 2007 03:32 PM EST --
I am a blank piece of paper, ready to be made into a masterpiece.
Make me into something pure, something raw,
So that I can show the world my colors.
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October 06, 2006 11:15 AM EDT --
Lying in a tent
across a murmuring stream
I stole a moonbeam.
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August 06, 2006 02:53 PM EDT --
A nocturnal read leads to a missing person and a problem; how do I get her to bed?
Misplaced Slumber
Creeping
Over wood floors
Sliding in hissing socks
She awaits with glasses askew
Snoring
© Jim . . . more
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August 09, 2006 02:27 PM EDT --
I'm amazed at the myriad places gifts come from, not the least of which from this anonymous oak in the Sierra foothills.
An Oak Tree's Gift
Two green acorns nestled
In three oak leaves
Now fallen . . . more
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July 25, 2006 12:59 AM EDT --
Someday, when I am all grown up, this haiku will be a full-fledged poem of love for humanity that, after infancy, can only be reached when the security walls are down. I hope I grow up soon. I love you. . . . more
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January 12, 2007 04:26 PM EST --
Turquoise is the sea borne sheen
Orange is my mandarin
Grey are my faded flowers
Blue are my lonely hours
But multi-hued is our romance
As we do the rainbow dance
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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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July 30, 2006 09:44 PM EDT --
My stomach grumbles and I ignore it until . . .
Trailside Rest
Heavenly hisses
Sounding through the quaking leaves
Clap the backpack flap
As if in urgent patter
Reminding me--time to eat
© 2006 . . . more
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September 10, 2006 05:35 PM EDT --
Sun Blessed Bowl
Summer's vessel gorged
Autumn's bowl begins to fill
With yellow and red
Light, late seen and early gone
Golden rays touch larders packed
© 2006 Jim Ross . . . more
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July 29, 2006 12:27 AM EDT --
A birthday loomed for an ageing friend and I saw the fear in his eyes. Being a questing soul that perhaps couldn't see what he gave others, I wrote this poem for him, hoping it would help. Rest in . . . more
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August 07, 2006 01:37 AM EDT --
A squirrel fills his hidey hole with food as I fill my notebooks, lest paucity find us wanting to fight our battles.
Pastoral Pit Stop
I search the morning
For life's colors and textures
To stir . . . more
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