Tag: living
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
And . . . more
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July 31, 2006 09:22 PM EDT --
I wrote this poem a few months ago. It means something special to me. I wanted to share it with my friends here on gather
None of this can be true
You say you love me . . . more
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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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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 04, 2006 09:54 AM EDT --
I have a little bag
I hide.
Inside, a sunrise,
rising tide,
shadow stealing
cloudy days,
horsey neighs
and burro brays.
I have the buzz
of silent bees,
ouches from a childs
skinned knees,
jug . . . 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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October 03, 2006 10:34 PM EDT --
I hate circles,
I knew a man once
he talked in circles:
around and
around
He hurt me more than once
with the same words.
He claimed "friendship"
but didn't give any
"He"
(almost . . . more
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June 03, 2006 07:55 AM EDT --
There is nothing more difficult
than to interrogate
my own psyche;
perform an introspective
autopsy, dissect
every hidden niche
of my soul.
I scalpel through tendons
of consciousness . . . 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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August 15, 2006 12:33 AM EDT --
(written in response to Amy's 10 minute challenge)
Time,
passion passing,
filled, wasted, mourned
reveled in, enjoyed, cherished
nonetheless,
is never gone,
nor was, . . . more
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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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September 22, 2006 03:55 PM EDT --
Earlier, niggling my brain during my morning work,
an idea sprung whole cloth
clattering across my desk.
Yet the busyness and whoosh of time
distracted me and I did not
as a good little poet
write . . . more
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September 28, 2006 08:35 AM EDT --
A Face Without A Name
I fade into the masses,
Just a face without a name,
Clones of suits, umbrella heads,
scurry about in pouring rain,
Looming towers casting shadows,
Unerve me with there gaze,
I'm . . . 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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August 09, 2006 07:30 PM EDT --
Disclaimer: Sorry folks, but this poem isn't based on my love life as it stands today. But maybe someday.........
My Love
like the sweet
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August 23, 2006 02:01 PM EDT --
In the midst of life,
I am blessed with true love;
It cools like summer rain,
bears fragrance like hyacinths in springtime,
gives warmth on a cold winter's day,
and nourishes me when I am feeling . . . 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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July 27, 2006 01:33 PM EDT --
So much is lovely
in the course of a day;
Do we see it?
So much beauty
in the trees and the skies,
the sound of birds singing
as we live our lives.
We run to and fro,
pass it by . . . 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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