Tag: family
group name: poeticjustice
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September 20, 2006 02:56 PM EDT --
A new life is born,
the soul begins its journey,
though the soul is worn.
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July 03, 2008 04:02 PM EDT --
I
She from the icy folk
catatonic
perfect;
I'm brazen nostalgia across the frosty . . . more
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November 17, 2006 11:51 AM EST --
How far my outstretched hand,
reaches to help in your distress.
Although my affections banned,
by you, I still progress.
Many times you've been in need,
I rush in for the rescue.
My time will . . . more
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September 13, 2006 07:51 PM EDT --
From the window
He watches the grounds
Focusing on the slightest movements.
From the window
He hears every household sound
Knowing which require his attention.
From the window
He smells any foreign body . . . more
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August 14, 2006 11:23 AM EDT --
(written to and for my daughter who is on active military duty)
Marching while the birds still sleep
muscle, nerve and sinew
camouflaged caterpillar's
segmental . . . more
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August 20, 2006 11:04 PM EDT --
Sylvia January Keck is published by SparrowCrowne Press, Gossamer and Gold, (1998)
Why the author wanted to share this with you: Maggie B., recently sent out a poem that stirred something within . . . more
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September 30, 2006 07:54 PM EDT --
4 years old and so innocent,
reality invades, oh, so menacing.
The man she`s trusted her short little life,
He`s taken his liberties, and scarred her for life.
He takes her hand, landing a . . . more
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October 02, 2006 04:30 PM EDT --
Mommy holds tight her little girl`s hand,
as they travel the rough foreign land.
Mommy leads her down a path unknown,
but she knows her daughter`s will is strong.
They`ve finally made it to . . . more
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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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September 26, 2006 12:19 AM EDT --
Family Fright Night
Crescent moon, crescent beach, crescent shadows in the sand; shapes that shift, shapes that stay, shapes that move in changing light; light that blinds, light that glows, light . . . more
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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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October 18, 2006 08:29 PM EDT --
I wrote this poem about 8 years ago. I wrote it for my two oldest daughters, to hide away in their baby books. But, it was recently uncovered, and I thought that I would share it with all of you. . . . more
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June 11, 2006 04:39 PM EDT --
Great great grandmother Esther was wild,
Never a husband, many a child.
When long in the tooth
She tarred her own roof.
Ain't nobody dared get her riled.
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August 16, 2006 01:19 AM EDT --
RESPITE
Chest heaves
eyes aflutter
foot twitches, breath eases
stress drains, day ends, peace descending
he sleeps.
copyright 2006
John G. Lawless
WINDOWS
windows
opaque filters
decievers of . . . more
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August 27, 2006 06:52 PM EDT --
Battle weary, fortress faithful
sustainer under siege
self reliant sentinel
calling no one Liege.
Scarred and battered
standing stoic
honor bound,
not heroic.
Staying course
start to finish . . . more
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October 01, 2006 03:28 PM EDT --
Autumns' Sun in golden haze,
Shines out on shorter days,
Lengthened shadow colors all,
As cattle's gathered in their stall.
The harvester brings in his bounty,
Of wheat that he . . . more
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November 19, 2006 10:10 PM EST --
I HATE YOU DEATH!
of that I do feel strong.
If you are just a part of nature.
Then why do you always feel so wrong.
I see your power is eternal,
as here, you visit once again.
To fight you would just . . . more
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July 11, 2006 11:53 PM EDT --
Fifteen minutes ago, I was smiling at you,
Loving the way you love me,
Loving the way you take care of me
And the way you tell me I'm pretty even when I don't feel like it.
Fifteen minutes . . . 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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