Tag: life
group name: poeticjustice
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July 19, 2006 04:00 PM EDT --
history repeats
a new day is beginning
life continues on
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August 16, 2006 02:04 AM EDT --
This one came to me in a dream......... ;) Pretty sappy, but it begged to be written.
And the dream always ends
With you still there
While my mind stays adrift
Sleepy currents of . . . more
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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
And . . . more
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January 04, 2008 11:22 AM EST --
This life is not enough
to understand a woman.
What a thing she is!
No dictionary has enough words
to say about a woman
whatever she is.
Sometimes we think
the woman is just like the summer. . . . more
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October 10, 2008 10:00 AM EDT --
I'm frazzled
I'm dazzled by the sting of your hips
and I should be sleeping
but I'm bleeding underneath your silver clip
I play about
now I'm laid out
on a canvas for . . . more
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September 12, 2006 03:33 PM EDT --
LIFE FORCE
Sun fuelled brilliance
leaf captured,
transforms into green life juice,
comingles with
nuitriant sustanence
sucked from the dark loamy earth
capilloried upward, magically
fuses into
riots . . . more
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October 07, 2008 09:14 AM EDT --
Sparkle, flame, dance, I think I'm falling
Heels over head in love again
And wishing, as you whistle, painting night sky
Sprinkling magic dust brightly,
Kissing her heart with . . . more
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August 04, 2006 11:07 AM EDT --
Tending to the stopper in the
ink bottle,
I quarantine my thoughts
of you.
A cloud of suspicion
like a sudden Spring rain
mars my landscape.
Rivuelets of water crumble my resolve.
I am no longer sanguine. . . . more
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October 06, 2006 08:44 PM EDT --
A Pebble in a Pond
I throw a pebble in a pond,
Counting ripples in its wake,
Contorted image, my reflection,
A forlorn, soul searching face,
Mirrored sky upon the surface,
Infused with gold of summers . . . more
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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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August 02, 2006 11:27 PM EDT --
GIVE ME BREATH
My love gives me breath
To wake and wonder
To stand up tall
Against lightning, thunder
My love gives me voice
To raise when I'm weak
To speak plainly, directly
For those hungry and . . . more
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October 13, 2006 09:48 AM EDT --
It seems that I've known you sometime before,
So different and yet the same.
You hold me and love, and are saying good-bye,
Bringing me nothing but pain.
You'd had all your happiness:
But . . . more
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November 02, 2006 02:13 AM EST --
That Moment
Darkness spreading slowly slowly
Black-ache sliding slowly slowly
The deem mind bent like bamboo
And the heart sank with a deep sigh....
Far away, few footsteps merged . . . more
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July 10, 2006 04:39 PM EDT --
THE UNDERSTANDABLE ME
It's not that difficult really,
to understand a man like me.
Although even my oldest and dearest friends who still tell me in varying ways
that they love me, will tell you
that . . . more
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May 22, 2006 08:51 PM EDT --
Each day you roll
past on your spindly bike
weaving along the pebbled road,
your vision
straight as a spoke.
Where do your eyes lead? Away
from your smoke-gray shack and red- . . . more
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April 18, 2007 11:50 PM EDT --
If there were no sun,
There would be no day.
If there were no water,
There would be no tree.
If there wasn’t air,
We would have no breath.
If there were no moon,
There would be no stars. . . . 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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August 14, 2006 06:44 PM EDT --
THE SMALLEST OF WORDS
P.S.- (maybe this isn't rightly a post script so let's call it a pre script or prologue to the verse)
One night my love seemed to be in a dim and lonely place.
She sat on . . . more
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September 11, 2006 11:48 PM EDT --
COYOTE'S CALL
Swift across the hillside heights,
snaking pungent chaparral,
above the stars of city lights,
as crescent moon begins to fall,
the coyote's choir hunts the night
for scent's . . . more
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July 12, 2006 04:39 PM EDT --
Poem For Treasa (Hallelujah)
It is the movement of the breath
that makes the words sing.
It is a breezy wind moving
waves of vowels
flowing, skittering, crashing
against rocky craggy . . . more
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