Tag: poetry
group name: poeticjustice
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September 30, 2008 11:15 AM EDT --
I lived for many years on the farm and witnessed the yearly game of planting, growing and harvesting. There is beauty in this process.
The Golden Harvest Game
Golden fields of oats . . . 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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June 17, 2006 05:22 PM EDT --
This is my first poem written in English instead of in my mother tongue (Spanish). Writting in a language that is not my native one is a very interesting experience that I'm enjoying very much.
The . . . more
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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 15, 2008 03:41 PM EDT --
I suppose some of you might not be familiar with this item from past years, but when I was growing up you didn't have bug sprays, Just the old fly swatter and fly paper. It is tricky being around . . . more
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June 02, 2008 11:04 AM EDT --
. . . .One day he will find me here
playing amongst the violets with butterflies
dancing off my skin to the delight of a thousand lonely pixies
who hunger only for the words to drink out of my . . . more
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February 17, 2008 12:42 AM EST --
THE SKY SPILLS
perfect silver drops
of spring rain
to wash the world clean
LUNE:
A thirteen syllable form arranged 5 / 3 / 5 in three lines. . . . more
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June 15, 2006 11:40 PM EDT --
In staunch repose does lie my corpse,
As dead as dead can be,
Until the sun comes beaming in,
And wakes the soul in me.
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August 18, 2008 11:38 AM EDT --
You know how sometimes in August the night turn cool and the early mornings are even cooler after getting out of bed. This morning was like that. I know it will be hotter later in the day . . . more
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November 25, 2006 12:59 AM EST --
North Wind Foe
Caps of foaming white,
Icy blue Pacific waves
Run south with the wind
To break on decks and sailors
Who ply ships to all ports north
Copyright 2006 Jim Ross
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May 27, 2006 12:15 AM EDT --
ouroboros dreams the night
illuminated
aurora borealis slithers
freer
teasing Gaia's senses
one bite
inflicting conceptual fantasy
labored
afterbirth rains down like
ripe apples
NOTE: . . . more
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September 23, 2006 08:53 PM EDT --
As the lighthouse breaks the haze,
Of the eerie nightly mist,
Sat upon the harbor,
A ghostly child awaits his ship,
His cries haunt the darkness,
Beyond the afterlife,
As he awaits the ship of souls, . . . more
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March 11, 2007 05:34 PM EDT --
Totally Jaded
There are colors
There are rainbows
There is the dark
In the darkest night
There’s a voice
That whispers softly
Telling me it
Will be all right
I cry softly
In my sorrow
More than . . . more
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October 08, 2008 11:42 AM EDT --
The dog sits by the bedroom door, waiting
while I longingly bury my face
in your jacket that hangs limply in the closet.
It smells of you in the Fall,
fresh soap, . . . more
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November 25, 2007 03:13 PM EST --
Here's
Another
Haiku
For
You
This haiku's for you.
No! Wait! This haiku's for me.
Huh? No! It's for all!
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July 04, 2006 05:49 AM EDT --
This is one of my recent poems in English. I got inspired while walking in my favourite park in Asturias (Spain), where I took this photo.
I SEE YOU
I see you in the wind;
you come silently, . . . more
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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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August 01, 2008 10:59 AM EDT --
I've been unable to get on Gather for the past 10 days and sort of got out of the limerick writing mood but thought I'd try again. You know what they call "laugh lines"? . . . more
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May 25, 2006 11:07 PM EDT --
Five years, to the day, since I
set aside my brush.
Shoved the half-finished canvas
in an unmarked
box. Three apartments
since then. One reason
or another. Moving
so the walls . . . 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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