Tag: random
group name: poeticjustice
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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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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 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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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 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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July 08, 2008 01:02 PM EDT --
I forgot to link y'all to this: How To Write a Sestina
Try it, you'll be glad you did.
No one
Can write a poem using two
Hands, a sheet of . . . more
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February 03, 2007 12:43 PM EST --
Anguish and despair
Flashing light and thunder
Storms
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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August 30, 2006 01:26 AM EDT --
Scent of forest fire
moisture drawing down
streams are slowing
berries full
squirrel and chipmunk
agitated
racing, hither, yon.
Scent of forest fire
tinged with hint of orange
spreading eerily . . . 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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July 31, 2006 04:37 PM EDT --
A THOUGHT ON REALITY
When you dream
Reality disappears
When you feel alive
Reality disappears
When you feel joy
Reality disappears
When you find laughter
Reality disappears
When you find love
Reality . . . more
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August 03, 2006 10:21 AM EDT --
wrote it
rewrote it
rhymed it
timed it
hummed it
sang it
Read it
reread it
can't shred it
It's been
tweaked
peeked
hummed
sung
still not 'done'
Gee, writing poetry
. . . 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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August 16, 2006 01:11 AM EDT --
Touch and feel
tactile, aware
instruments of
daily care.
Builders, molders
baby holders
forcefull, dainty
gritty, pretty
sinewy or soft,
strongest
reaching out.
copyright 2006
John G. Lawless . . . more
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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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June 02, 2006 02:38 PM EDT --
My obituary will read
that I always laid
stark in the dark
mooning the night;
the epitaph will interpret
my soul as a barren,
menopausal womb,
hysterectomised
by a deity's shaky hand.
it will . . . more
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June 03, 2006 07:49 PM EDT --
Recently I read a wonderful editorial written by Jennifer Hodge, a member of Gather's editorial team. In this editorial Ms. Hodge had mentioned the diversity of writers here in the Gather . . . more
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September 22, 2006 07:08 PM EDT --
Can one stop the wind?
Strong powerful nemesis,
Whirlwind destruction?
No, the wind chooses her path.
We must wait 'til she is soothed.
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August 14, 2006 11:23 AM EDT --
(written to and for my daughter who is on active military duty)
Marching while the birds still sleep
muscle, nerve and sinew
camouflaged caterpillar's
segmental . . . more
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