Tag: creativity
group name: poeticjustice
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June 01, 2006 08:32 PM EDT --
The poem should dance up to you,
all spattered words and phrases.
It should slip past your filters and down to the core.
The poem should be dangerous;
the word as weapon of reason and fancy.
Poems should . . . more
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June 04, 2006 09:58 PM EDT --
thoughts
like pebbles
kept by a child eager
just to collect
anything
thoughts
like rainbows
cannot be caught
like butterflies
for they are
mothlike
ephemeral
thoughts
are more than
words strung together . . . more
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November 21, 2006 02:31 PM EST --
Muse sat at the café table
drinking Mai tais
& Singapore slings
tiny pink umbrellas with blue polk-a-dots
swirling above the rim of cheap glass.
Muse hadn't had . . . more
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February 22, 2007 07:41 PM EST --
(Dedicated to my friend, Ludo....who never ceases to inspire me with his wonderful art, and his creative expression)
Weaver of beauty,
both image and word;
You fill the world
with . . . more
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November 21, 2006 09:45 PM EST --
Sprawling shadow dog
Drummer vibrating the walls
Warm moment writing
This haiku was generated from my Shotgun Writing #11-21-06. If you'd like to know more about the process involved you . . . more
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June 24, 2006 12:39 PM EDT --
The other day I noticed my writing site was cancelled. I finally decided that well, instead of getting all peeved I would just create another. The new site was kinda expensive but I am finding it . . . more
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June 03, 2006 08:57 PM EDT --
tire marks
branches swaying
it's hot but not here
let's make something
awful
. . . more
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June 04, 2006 11:47 PM EDT --
Tire tread shoes and surly frailty waits just out side. The things of value you keep braced in place by the flagging gravity of youth, in pockets, packets and the natural order reworks your work into a . . . more
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March 13, 2007 04:17 AM EDT --
What filled the corroding bones
of my life's spinal column?
Your trilling laughter.
What stuffed the sizzling sand into
my life's leaking hour-glass?
Your surreal tales teetering . . . more
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April 01, 2008 01:31 PM EDT --
(last night I put out an article, asking for writing suggestions from my Gather friends. I received some great topics and I have chosen Denise B. whos suggested "playground" or . . . more
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September 29, 2006 11:00 AM EDT --
unable to think of words
my mind is in shreds
heart seems to be in distress
or is it just plain stress?
where has my muse fled?
suppose it is simply dead!!
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I have . . . more
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June 11, 2006 10:03 PM EDT --
I've often imagined
that life was more than just my skin
my soul that dwells
my mind that dreams
my heart that loves
combined are more than the sum of their parts
just what is heaven
is it something . . . more
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July 11, 2006 12:14 AM EDT --
Muse, 1924
When, in the night, I wait for her, impatient,
Life seems to me, as hanging by a thread.
What just means liberty, or youth, or approbation,
When compared with the gentle piper's . . . more
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November 21, 2006 07:48 AM EST --
The Shotgun Writers Group is a place for people to explore the process of creating their own writing as resource material. Include shotgun writing along with a more finished piece such as a poem, paragraph . . . more
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May 29, 2007 01:41 PM EDT --
"Did you see it?"
"Can you believe it?"
"Wow, who'da thunk?"
Here in this parking lot.
"Yeah, I know whatcha mean."
"Crazy, hey...?"
"Wait . . . more
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May 20, 2006 11:41 AM EDT --
You . . . more
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July 02, 2006 10:47 AM EDT --
Witch Works (for Anne Sexton)
The witch weaves
at her word loom,
a luminous grid
woven from waters,
from darkness.
She keeps the shuttle moving,
releases her truth
into partial-light,
. . . more
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November 20, 2006 03:24 PM EST --
fan at my feet. outside the window birds chatter. small birds calling for food. doves cuckle and coo. the sun fading dim with the passing of clouds it becomes bright again. the fan whirr and keyboard muted . . . more
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September 17, 2007 12:05 PM EDT --
~Memories
Near to the door
he paused to stand
as he took his class ring
off her hand
all who were watching
did not speak
as a silent tear
ran down his cheek
and through his mind
the memories ran . . . more
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July 15, 2006 07:22 AM EDT --
Woman in The Moon
Full Moon
My womb a room
Preparing itself
Unknown, Full
Moon glowing soon
My hope a rune
Unreadable, full
Moon growing room
A gourd hollowed
To hold a tune, full
Moon . . . more
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