Tag: people
group name: poeticjustice
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March 29, 2008 12:48 AM EDT --
(This poem is from the writing of another. I can't remember who wrote the original words; I cut up the article and rearranged it. I promise I'll find the author. If someone recognizes . . . more
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October 05, 2006 09:54 PM EDT --
Am I a heartless pilferer? A big time sociopath? An inveterate cheat? A spineless ne'er-do-gooder?
I don't know what you're going to make of this but I am pretty much engaged in an interesting . . . 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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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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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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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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January 17, 2008 05:54 PM EST --
This is a rough draft I wrote a while ago. I'm publishing it because I feel it complements the commentary of another article here on Gather.
There are three important . . . more
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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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September 06, 2006 11:20 AM EDT --
Tis the nature of the poet
to provoke, not to explain
he doesn't choose the avenue
the muse runs through your brain.
Within each poem resides a truth,
a piece torn from the soul
couched in meter, . . . 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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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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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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September 18, 2006 04:50 AM EDT --
It would seem that many folks consider single line conversation starters to be "articles". I suppose their right in a way, like a sock is an article of clothing. And there's nothing . . . 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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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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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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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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