Tag: gather
group name: tsopr
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June 13, 2008 03:49 PM EDT --
My head slightly bent over a table of happiness.
My feet, sod with white lilacs, dance merrily
to a moon stroke music of twilight night.
My finger-tips childishly . . .
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June 29, 2008 05:43 AM EDT --
I tilled my thoughts--
near a sparkly stream, where
a rainbow bridge linking the past,
the present, and the future
of an exquisite aroma
of my morn sighs, 'til it dawned upon a pink butterfly, . . .
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October 17, 2008 01:53 PM EDT --
In grade school, I fell in love with English Romantic poetry. Who wouldn't swoon over a phrase like " willows whiten, aspens quiver, little breezes dusk and shiver " ? The gorgeous . . .
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October 24, 2009 03:02 PM EDT --
Your brutal attack began years ago. But here I am…still standing.
Sometimes you whisper to me, and fear invades my soul. You come in daylight or darkness. It doesn’t matter. Suddenly I . . .
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November 05, 2009 08:40 PM EST --
A letter from anyone
A letter has been thrown from the window
of a white girls’ school-bus to no one
in particular and the glory
belongs to all the boys. The letter . . .
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November 06, 2009 08:39 PM EST --
birds and cats of this world
(To Chris)
Chris has sent me a thousand birds’ calls.
They are muffled by my neighbor’s cat
hungry, forlorn after giving birth. . . .
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November 05, 2009 10:52 PM EST --
About Ziggurats:
Before Young
Cyrus / Xerxes /
Darius Were
Enthroned Victorious,
Foreign Ur-s
. . .
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October 13, 2009 05:12 PM EDT --
Mama told me not to walk down this road.
“It gives me the heebie jeebies,” she said.
I don’t much care though…
Cause lots of things give Mama the “heebie-jeebies”. . . .
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June 24, 2008 12:21 PM EDT --
Walls closing in,
pressing,
squeezing the life
out of one
who once lived well
dancing on paved streets,
laughing . . .
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June 20, 2009 08:28 AM EDT --
(This poem is dedicated to all of my poetry friends on Gather, who never fail to inspire me, make me cry...laugh...or think. Keep writing, my friends!)
The poet searches
for words, . . .
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May 11, 2009 11:29 AM EDT --
Rain whispers,
a gentle hush
falling over parched pavement,
a healing balm
to the violence
that fell before.
Sunlight
does not reflect this morn,
. . .
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November 01, 2009 11:09 AM EST --
A
boy........has already
called
down
enough
. . .
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August 01, 2009 11:34 PM EDT --
TWO SHADOWS
by: René Allen
The connection seemed BRIGHT
Looked RIGHT
Felt OUTASIGHT!
But the connection was merely
TWO SHADOWS . . .
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July 10, 2009 09:39 PM EDT --
We were kids.
We jumped into the lake,
kicking, splashing, swimming.
I dove under
and came face-to-face
with a white fish corpse,
slowly rotting away.
I screamed . . .
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May 23, 2009 08:08 AM EDT --
I rummage through clutter filled hallways,
cutting myself on sharp edges.
Voices echo...
I shiver in remembrance.
Tangled up in cobwebs,
I look for the spider.
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October 17, 2009 01:57 AM EDT --
(Pronounced: HO-ee-chi)
Fallen samurai,
salt waves embrace the broken,
moon on haunted shore.
The biwa weeps on blind hands,
but no ears hear these . . .
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October 20, 2009 09:34 PM EDT --
a red pearl on a string
It would be a pearl, the wise ones solace,
to be worn by a lady who knows
how to wear them to her advantage,
how to outshine the creases of age. . . .
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December 11, 2008 09:56 PM EST --
T he S pirit of red and green
The red and green is mixing, blending, merging.
I look at those out-of-worldly Magnolias.
A spell of wintry wind is coming down
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April 27, 2009 09:50 PM EDT --
T h o r n s
The man wakes up, waking up hurts.
“Where are my thorns?” He whispers.
The spot of blood provides evidence
to the thorns’ burning existence. . . .
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October 29, 2008 08:56 AM EDT --
Hiding in shadow,
afraid of light,
I join with night,
and darkness is where I linger;
I see you laughing
without care;
It's hard to believe
I was there by . . .
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