Tag: poem
group name: clearmindscreate
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November 02, 2007 02:00 PM EDT --
Restless, pacing, measuring out
concrete boundaries
that strain the seams of mortal peace.
Electric storms rage
within cranial confines,
where . . . more
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September 21, 2007 06:29 AM EDT --
Camaieu is a technique that employs two or three tints of a single color other than gray, to create a monochromatic image without regard to local or realistic color . (From Wikipedia) . . . more
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June 11, 2008 10:58 PM EDT --
Weeping willow cover me
from gazing eyes and mouths
that sting a child's mind with
bitter words that whip
like metal chains.
I sit beneath my willow tree
Hoping they will . . . more
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January 23, 2008 10:43 PM EST --
sunshine in september
burnished roofs
starlings scatter
at sound of hooves
he arrives home
the old house stands
time spent far
in foreign lands
he halts his horse
suddenly afraid
of the past . . . more
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January 21, 2008 01:30 PM EST --
When late becomes early . . .
When the moon sails by . . .
When stillness prevails . . .
In the nighttime sky
A crash in the underbrush
Sketched lightly by snow
A red fox in downward throes
Pounces . . . more
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June 29, 2007 06:51 AM EDT --
Came kicking and screaming into that new world
changing more than just the attitude in me
Red hair and long legs just like me but yet again
not me, . . . more
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November 07, 2007 01:49 PM EST --
Brain Synapse
I will dance on the table till dawn
while a myriad of thoughts
twirls twists turns
inside my mercurial mind
I will touch the sun
without benefit of gloves
and when the inevitable . . . more
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October 13, 2007 05:20 PM EDT --
I wrote this poem when my grandpa died in 2001. This was read at his funeral.
Grandpa
You were more than just our grandpa
you also were our friend
And though we knew they couldn't . . . more
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September 11, 2007 08:53 AM EDT --
Poem I wrote a few years ago to the tune of Away In A Manger
I follow the leaves down the street that I walk
They are blown on the pavement by the breeze in the air
I wonder if they'll . . . more
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March 27, 2008 11:43 AM EDT --
Beneath your lonely feet
Walk a long desert.
The gold of a sky
Eternal, liquid.
Fire of sand touches
Both your lonely feet.
They call those bushes snake flowers.
The breeze . . . more
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December 25, 2007 06:45 PM EST --
My ten year old daughter wrote this for me for Christmas. I cried when I read it. It's the best present of all.
M is for Mother's love. She is the best at that
O is . . . more
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January 02, 2008 02:30 PM EST --
The doorbell rings
Some people are here
Oh, please God help me
my heart is full of fear
I am so small
and so very afraid
I didn't mean to do it
but all this trouble I've made
I try . . . more
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January 21, 2008 10:15 PM EST --
Don't touch me
I might break apart
into a thousand pieces;
float like ashes through the sky
Don't look at me
with those eyes
I might spontaneously combust,
burn up in a fiery flash . . . more
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July 27, 2007 10:31 AM EDT --
She tied red ribbons in my tightly braided hair
Silk ribbons cut from grandma’s Sunday dress
“Be neat and clean!” she said,
“So you . . . more
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September 17, 2007 04:52 PM EDT --
The first chord
The first line
That first look
The first rhyme
Those rare moments of sheer bliss
When life forms perfect piece by piece
When doors fly open, let in the breeze
When walls do crumble and . . . more
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July 21, 2007 05:03 PM EDT --
I missed your face today, and
this whole thing seems wrong.
We need to talk, you know
that sudden turn of events.
The leaves are turning and
you aren't here, and I’ve changed.
The . . . more
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September 22, 2007 12:09 AM EDT --
Reluctantly pushing, yearning forward tentatively
Last and the latest, loudest and brashest
An afterthought amongst many unbidden and inevitable ones
That was me, at one time
Shy and fearful, . . . more
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December 08, 2007 02:02 PM EST --
I will stay by your side on the darkest day
when your best intentions are not enough
lost in shadows I'll help you find your way
I'll stay by your side when it don't . . . more
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January 15, 2008 10:04 AM EST --
This is another true poem. I gave this one to my grandparents for Christmas a few years ago.
On a cold, blustery day
you picked me up from school
Mom had promised me a Big Mac
and I was hungry . . . more
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October 20, 2007 03:57 AM EDT --
Here's to all that remains
To the freedom to chose
What to do
What to say
What to think.
Here's to all that remains
To my heart cracked and bruised
Hoping still
Flying still
On love's . . . more
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