Tag: poems
group name: poeticjustice
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September 26, 2006 10:20 PM EDT --
"Let me have wisdom, Beauty, wisdom, passion,
Bread to the soul, rain when the summers parch.
Give me but these, and though the darkness close
Even the night will blossom as the rose."
John . . . more
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July 01, 2006 07:21 AM EDT --
I wrote this poem in Spanish during a difficult period of my life, some years ago, trying to keep my hope.
Today I would like to dedicate it to anyone who is going through hard times. Please, keep your . . . more
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October 07, 2008 01:41 AM EDT --
On a quiet and sticky summer night
When sleep is elusive,
An unexpected breeze
Wafts across my sweat dampened body,
Prodding me from my bed
And I think of you.
As I wander . . . more
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October 08, 2008 12:27 PM EDT --
(for Jennifer, for Barb & Jay)
You were my world for that too-brief moment in time; you were my everything. Then I handed all eight pounds, fourteen ounces of faith into . . . more
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September 20, 2006 01:14 PM EDT --
The blue-black night he does adorn,
yet withers and weakens upon the morn.
With approaching light his beauty fades.
Sun bearing her bright new day.
I fear not the dawn of light,
for my love returns . . . more
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January 01, 2008 06:53 PM EST --
THIRTY-SIX YEARS
by Marianne McNamara
We eat in easy silence; homemade chicken soup
golden with egg noodles and crusty French bread.
Pale lamplight outlines his craggy . . . more
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September 23, 2006 10:59 AM EDT --
Our lives are like a book.
Before I take you within my hands
To read your story
I'll run my hands gently over your cover,
Feeling the richness and quality of your fine leather binding, . . . more
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December 30, 2007 02:20 PM EST --
Buying Squash
by Marianne McNamara
I saw her at Cub three days before Christmas,
looking for black-green scalloped winter squash,
no different from any other busy woman
heading . . . 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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September 22, 2006 12:24 PM EDT --
I am here, and yet I'm not.
The trees whispers my name,
Making it resonate between the mountains.
Thunder rumbles low in the background,
Waiting for the sky to light my stage.
Clouds darken, only . . . 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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September 06, 2006 05:31 PM EDT --
Watch her now
she stares into the light, it entrances
hypnotizes her mind.
Shes numb, dazed and lost in amazment of the daily
trance.
She breaths in the fire, an old awerness is
rekindeled.
As . . . more
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September 21, 2006 07:36 PM EDT --
Thunder rolls in hard, and steady.
Clouds are thick, dark and heavy.
Proclaiming the imminent storm to come.
Unleashing a fury upon everyone.
Darkness creeps in with pounding rain,
lightning strikes . . . more
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September 17, 2008 08:49 PM EDT --
Left alone,
locked in the past.
Forgotten friendships
buried,
Never meant to last.
Left alone
Time standing still
Unforeseen,
this bitter pill.
Left alone,
The sky is gray
It wasn't . . . more
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September 03, 2007 08:40 PM EDT --
The sun shone brightly during my 15 minute break.
The leaves on the trees fluttered with the wind.
Tall grasses swayed back and forth.
Butterflies danced with the wind.
The crickets . . . more
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October 25, 2007 11:00 AM EDT --
Her Birthday
by Marianne McNamara
He waits for her on sheets that need changing.
Afterward she sprawls in her favorite chair,
listens to the silence, watches the white moonlight
stretch . . . more
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January 24, 2008 12:40 PM EST --
Simplicity, purity, clean lines
As Thoreaugrows lilies in a fog filled,
Pellucidvalley of trees
I become a birdat times.
Love, pain, naïveté
While . . . more
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September 23, 2006 11:47 AM EDT --
My life was a puzzle
made of many pieces.
Each one connected to the other
without quite the right fit...
jagged edges, missing pieces.
You entered my life,
and scattered your pieces among mine... . . . 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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