Tag: poetry
group name: poeticincarn
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February 27, 2007 12:10 AM EST --
Forbidden Dream
In the corners of your mind
And the core of your design,
In the pout of your lips
And the sway of your hips,
You are a forbidden dream-
You are not what you seem.
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December 23, 2007 01:19 PM EST --
There is a song inside my mind
I'm not sure how it goes.
It starts off very slowly
But then the melody grows.
The words are so elusive
each time they're not the same.
It is my very favorite . . . more
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February 17, 2008 06:59 PM EST --
Although many miles lie between us
there exists even less between us
t han if we were but mere inches apart.
For now, I cannot possibly forget you
or even neglect you . . . more
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August 02, 2007 10:14 PM EDT --
His favorite time of day was sunset and looking out at the alpengLOW.
The time before the moon is fully agLOW in the night's sky.
His complexion was salLOW from the months
he had spent indoors . . . more
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February 14, 2007 12:39 PM EST --
Just after I got this two-word challenge CNN ran a special called The Town That Fought Back – and I was so horrified to learn that Katrina’s victims have been abandoned --by the government . . . more
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June 07, 2008 03:28 PM EDT --
On Being a Pisces
Flashing, glinting, thrashing,
beneath frothy cerulean blue --
two silvery fish draw and heave. . .
Each dragging the other,
To opposing . . . more
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June 19, 2008 09:44 PM EDT --
My face, joy,
Your face, pain,
My spirit flies,
Yours remains...
My lips smile,
Yours turn down,
My heart laughs,
Yours only frowns...
My love shows,
Yours stays . . . more
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July 06, 2007 04:12 AM EDT --
Run to the mountain, the pond, to Walden: run on two-year old legs that crouch in the sand as we laugh and scoop sand-buckets for sand castles. Run fast before time steals, shifts in my mind's eye. . . . more
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August 22, 2007 10:50 AM EDT --
When life is your muse
You are inspired every day
When life is an odyssey
You learn everyday
You pen down your fears
On a gloomy day
And paint a lovely picture
Spreading colors . . . more
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November 22, 2007 03:38 PM EST --
I saw fire blaze in his eyes.
I put out the fire.
Holy book in my hands.
* Disclaimer: My son has been fighting religion for a long time. I just want it to be known that I never laid a hand on him. . . . more
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March 03, 2008 07:10 PM EST --
Are we not all like an ocean
depthless, mysterious and unknown?
Do we not intentionally crest,
rise and roll the breakers of our soul
across the waiting shores of others?
Are we . . . more
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February 11, 2007 10:35 PM EST --
I need an extreme makeover
I want to take over
My body
And give it instruction
On it’s function.
It is not
Supposed to eat
Everything sweet.
Nor is
Wonder bread
How it is supposed to be . . . more
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February 24, 2007 04:04 PM EST --
requiem for blame
I cannot feel sorry for the monster that comes
raging into the quiet field of home
leaving disheveled bits and pieces of paper and heart and dream
casually tossed aside
I prepare . . . more
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May 27, 2007 10:42 PM EDT --
She rushed head-first into every crevice
of her life, arms wide as if to embrace the unknown
and the wondrous-strange soon became dull-familiar
until the silence took on a bellow of its own.
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September 19, 2007 06:25 AM EDT --
Terza Rima---Circling
looking at those filled answer sheets,
with not much of a space in between;
finding correct responses is no mean feat.
each word to be read, each sentence to be seen
in all that . . . more
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June 18, 2007 06:27 AM EDT --
Wings of life
Fluttering her wings
Amidst the sweet scent
Giving flowers competition
You are stagnant
But I can fly
And spread my colors
in the sky
Just out of bud says . . . more
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September 14, 2007 07:07 PM EDT --
Hawks
Search for
Plump juicy chickens
For breakfast, lunch, and dinner
They crave fresh meat from daylight to dark
So at times they must settle for just a big black nasty rat
This is known . . . more
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September 26, 2007 08:11 PM EDT --
This 1788 (public domain) poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge (with his famous line about hope) goes out to friend Jan, whose poem-comment hails the sun and placed stars over the poet's head.
Where there . . . more
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March 19, 2007 05:50 PM EDT --
Another poem,
The indentation of another feeling, alas, perhaps another instant of life wich we pursue until we have it in our hands,
And do not let go,
Like the harp of Galactic Andreas Vollenweider, . . . more
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March 01, 2007 09:47 PM EST --
He bestow to me a child in part,
I wholly gave my fairest heart
Yearning of my soul, please don't whither now,
Unborn child a gift. . . . more
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