Tag: verse
group name: poeticjustice
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October 09, 2006 12:13 AM EDT --
Quercus Over Time
White, with rain it pokes to look around,
Green, with growth it rises to astound,
Then spreads to shade and grow renowned,
Parched with age, gold flutters to the ground
Black . . . 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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June 14, 2008 05:22 AM EDT --
This is a reponse to Janet Louise H.'s prompt for Friday's Writing Essential .
My head, like a sea dog, bobs in the ocean.
My feet dangle from the cusp of the moon, where . . . more
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September 13, 2006 11:04 AM EDT --
Autumn:
sun's cold rays
stolen flowers from other days
as long forgotten kissses
on my face. . . . more
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April 14, 2007 10:04 PM EDT --
Arced plate of steel sky
Unblemished by solar blue,
Seals the somber force
Within the ancient spectrum,
Appropos for muscled drudge
Copyright 2007 Jim Ross
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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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May 19, 2007 01:45 PM EDT --
Just my opinion
for what it's worth,
I think your work is worthwhile.
If you are not published
You sure should be.
Your verse you should compile!
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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 19, 2007 09:24 PM EDT --
I'm a tad confused y'know
The tadpole said to the reed,
The tad is a lad who swims all day
Yet is sad beyond the weed.
I come here often, thinking of you
You grew up here with me, . . . more
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August 06, 2007 02:50 AM EDT --
There is a word
It is a name for something you can see
If I tell you the word
You can no longer see that thing
You will see the word
The word will . . . more
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October 01, 2007 04:47 AM EDT --
Little man, barefoot boy with cheeks of tan
Looking through an hourglass made for you
Where dreams seeking promises start to brew
As you raft mighty river speaking truth
Pencil in each . . . more
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August 04, 2006 11:07 AM EDT --
Tending to the stopper in the
ink bottle,
I quarantine my thoughts
of you.
A cloud of suspicion
like a sudden Spring rain
mars my landscape.
Rivuelets of water crumble my resolve.
I am no longer sanguine. . . . 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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September 24, 2006 03:12 AM EDT --
Where'ere the Poet's Limits Lay
Reaching for the twinkling stars
Is a strange and wonderful thing . . .
Reaching for that which defies
A grasp of common sense
Is the herculean effort . . . more
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June 12, 2006 08:03 PM EDT --
Aching
I need your touch
The way you kiss my lips
Losing yourself inside of me
Lovely
The way I feel
Every time you touch me
The whole world seems to disappear
With you
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November 13, 2006 12:31 AM EST --
Legacy
My granddaughter ran giggling,
Her mother catching up by bit
As I watched from the park bench,
Winded
Grandma strode behind them
But soon they were all together
Heading for . . . more
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December 22, 2007 07:45 AM EST --
How, when Santa's dead?
Now we lay our head,
Down without the man,
That put sugar plums on our map.
If anyone can,
Show me how to find Christmas,
Show me how to bridge that gap, . . . 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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September 24, 2006 03:42 PM EDT --
Neighborhood Chore
Sunday sounds of sough
And blowers blowing leaves
And other stuff I cannot see
Across dry earth, across
Dew'd grass, across
The driveway paved
With golden mulch of . . . more
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September 26, 2006 12:19 AM EDT --
Family Fright Night
Crescent moon, crescent beach, crescent shadows in the sand; shapes that shift, shapes that stay, shapes that move in changing light; light that blinds, light that glows, light . . . more
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