Tag: poetry
group name: clearmindscreate
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November 26, 2007 12:53 AM EST --
It's dawn in Dallas
I turn down Houston and Elm
No sound - it's morning
No crowds - no shouts - no sirens
Not yet - all is still
Rising flame skyward
I stamp out . . . more
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May 17, 2008 10:05 AM EDT --
I love Alice Fulton's mix of wordplay, humor and range. For the uninitiated, Dancescript with Electric Ballerina is an excellent, accessible book to begin with. Here's a link to her . . . more
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August 04, 2007 08:48 AM EDT --
Here is where lonely begins
hand on brass knob
one last glance back
to an already gone room.
Hands on a steering wheel
out of the driveway
and a pause to shift
all but the eyes. . . . 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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August 19, 2007 04:42 PM EDT --
Haven't done anything stupid for love lately.
Lost that touch or dropped the facade.
No more tangled breath or startled heart.
Gone to their futures without me,
Lovers . . . more
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October 12, 2007 02:05 PM EDT --
My poetry’s in disrepute
Because I gambled to compute
Exactly what my mentor wants
In spite of putdowns, jeers and taunts!
I’ll mold my words to be like putty,
Though friends impute . . . 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 27, 2007 03:13 PM EDT --
Acknowledgment
I have lived long
Traveled far
And learned much
But the greatest sources
Of my knowledge even wisdom
Are two wonderful women
A calico Kitten
And a black . . . more
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October 26, 2007 02:12 PM EDT --
Re win d my heart; a win ter chill is on the win d
Yello win g the t win ing peri win kle, s win ging the win d-chimes
And sending the wax win g and red win g blackbird on their way. . . . 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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August 11, 2007 03:11 AM EDT --
Momma was a flapper girl of the latter 1920’s
Her dimpled smile, waved raven hair – dress just beneath the knee
Always stylish - Many said, “Oh my, she is so pretty!”
Iron rules . . . 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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November 02, 2007 08:06 AM EDT --
Excluded
Then, from all boasting;
Dim dismay;
Extruded,
Dumb, red clay; merely hosting
Precious, gracious life.
more
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July 23, 2007 02:59 PM EDT --
Was it merely the moon
Or was it the heady wine?
Did they both dissolve
All of our futile restraint?
You swept back your hair
With a defianf brush
As your bosom heaved
And your wanton sleeve slipped
. . . more
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July 03, 2007 11:35 AM EDT --
Is This Woman Real?
Is this woman real
Or dream stuff born of desire?
Shining star bright
In the darkness of my lonely world
Oh yes she is very real
Flesh and bone . . . more
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August 29, 2007 03:42 PM EDT --
Let's pause for a moment and think of the devastation caused by rampant roaring fires of large parts of Greece. I think that a prayer is needed. Amen. Thank you all.
Introduction
The nine Muses of . . . 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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