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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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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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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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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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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November 06, 2009 01:31 PM EST --
Fair enough you left
Yes forever! but you did
You placed your self made
Self to my face
Thinking it's fun.
Bad enough we dined,
You suited yourself to taste
I did hold for a stretched . . .
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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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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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March 18, 2009 12:52 PM EDT --
Today you each embark on a journey...
each one different,
each one important.
Your eyes are set on your destination,
but do not forget the beauty that resides
in every step that you take along . . .
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May 01, 2009 11:17 PM EDT --
She picks the dandelion.
No longer yellow,
the white puff waits patiently
for her warm breath.
With one swift rush of wind,
the puff scatters into the air,
a secret traveler
with . . .
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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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June 01, 2009 11:34 AM EDT --
Filled with rage,
locked in her cage
of despair,
she seeks freedom
longs to soar without care.
Angels take flight
in the dark night
of dreams;
. . .
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June 02, 2009 07:10 AM EDT --
She smiles at the world.
Deep down she is scarred,
used up,
and her light is faded
beneath the twinkle in her eyes.
She waits to fall one more time
into the arms . . .
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June 30, 2009 07:04 AM EDT --
I walk the dusty way
amid shadows that linger.
Try as I may,
the light escapes me.
I see it shining
in the distance,
but the more I grasp for it,
the more it eludes me.
The more . . .
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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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