Tag: life
group name: tsopr
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June 17, 2008 08:12 PM EDT --
My dad was a farmer, as were his dad and grandpa before him. My mom's dad and grandpa were farmers too. This is from my memories of all of them.
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June 18, 2008 05:14 PM EDT --
I couldn't sleep last night so I let my mind wonder. When I finally harnessed my thoughts, this is what I had come up with. I'm not sure where the idea came from, but while I . . .
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July 16, 2008 01:21 PM EDT --
I lift my face to the moon
and throw a kiss to the stars.
I feel the night's breeze through my hair.
I take a deep breath.
I shut my eyes
and utter words to my Lord above.
My soul is . . .
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December 04, 2008 01:29 PM EST --
I love Christmas, what it means, and the good it seems to bring out in people. On the flip side of that, though, I also hate the season for the commercialism and the pressure that the commercialism . . .
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March 21, 2008 07:12 AM EDT --
I did NOT write this poem. It was written by neal shusterman, however I love the way it flows, and it can really make you think. It's the kind of poem that's not gory or bloody, but can absolutely . . .
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March 28, 2009 11:23 AM EDT --
"Gnarled"
My thoughts; twisted, misshapen
Like that of an ancient gnarled tree.
Though Sweet recollections of you, float like perfume...
Death . . .
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June 12, 2008 11:55 PM EDT --
Floating on air
Nothing under my feet
Suspended 'tween high and low
Hanging.
No ground on which to stand
No walls on which to lean
The air has lost all warmth
Its chill wraps me
Cold. . . .
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June 29, 2008 08:09 PM EDT --
I was thinking of an old Red Skelton routine--the one of an old man at a parade caught up in emotion when the American Flad was carried by--and came up with this. So, with Independence Day coming . . .
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October 25, 2009 01:10 PM EDT --
~There's Always Hope~ (Monotetra)
Things change all the time everyday. There are bad days and some good days. Life brings troubles give us bad card. Life gets hard,life gets hard.
Times . . .
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May 07, 2009 10:23 AM EDT --
Neon sign flickers
through the dusty windowpane.
Rain pours down.
The streets are slick.
The mattress squeaks
as she turns to face a wall so thin
she can hear . . .
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May 10, 2009 12:45 AM EDT --
I am a storm, raging;
I am a river, flowing;
I am an ocean, tempestuous
crashing upon the shore.
I scream,
I sigh,
I laugh,
I cry.
I pound . . .
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September 07, 2008 07:04 PM EDT --
Evading any reminiscence
for the price i paid should i credit vision?
for averting and shortening the breath
adding activity to nerves, each respective nerve in breadth
it was in the kitchenware . . .
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May 19, 2009 06:59 AM EDT --
Today, I traded in my shorts for blue jeans,
my sleeveless blouse for a sweatshirt.
The windows are shut,
the rain pounding against them...
driven by a cold wind
that blew in on a . . .
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December 24, 2009 07:50 PM EST --
Greetings wayward
The templates grow a wing; travels light
with one or two lines. Catchy phrases.
I fumble on a wrong phrase. Is it
meant for me? Uncertainty descends.
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July 01, 2009 08:20 AM EDT --
I stumble about,
searching for a song,
searching for a prayer,
searching for a promise.
Time is a thief
and I stumble on.
I chew on words
that have lost their way; . . .
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November 11, 2009 12:30 PM EST --
I trudge up stairs
made of glass;
Voyeurs below look up,
peeking with hollow eyes.
Slowly I climb,
stopping along the way,
stretching, moving
catlike,
. . .
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April 07, 2009 12:56 PM EDT --
Tiny Traveler,
Bud of Hope,
Flesh of my Flesh...
nourished by this body
for seven months
until springtime came
in colorful array...
then the tiny bud . . .
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November 08, 2009 11:25 AM EST --
There is music
if we but listen;
There is laughter
if we set it free;
There is beauty
if we open our eyes;
There is love
for you and me. . . .
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June 09, 2009 08:36 AM EDT --
We stand in the crossroads of time.
God speaks to us in whispers,
like the gentle flutter of butterfly wings.
Too often we are so busy shouting,
listening for our own song to be sung
we fail . . .
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April 04, 2009 06:56 PM EDT --
I have spoken with the serpent,
tasted and shared the forbidden fruit,
and it is sweet...so sweet!
But now there is a hunger inside for
something . . .
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