Tag: poetry
group name: lovinglifealways
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December 05, 2007 06:27 AM EST --
as I couldnt submit my Hayku right to your page(Eduard Nudelman Hayku Extravaganza)I am sending it through an article form.
Hanging white clouds
whitening blue . . . more
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August 11, 2007 10:00 PM EDT --
I gave my niece a book of Shel Silverstein's poems for her eighth birthday. She wanted to read a poem to me, but stopped when she came to the word d**n. When I asked why, she said that it was a bad . . . more
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January 31, 2008 06:30 AM EST --
PARSED BY A PAUSE
I remember...
In the yellow and shadow of summer season
Our thoughts can lift soft to the sun . . . more
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September 17, 2008 08:49 PM EDT --
Left alone,
locked in the past.
Forgotten friendships
buried,
Never meant to last.
Left alone
Time standing still
Unforeseen,
this bitter pill.
Left alone,
The sky is gray
It wasn't . . . more
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October 24, 2007 12:12 AM EDT --
for friends in California who were evacuated
for all in California who had to leave their homes
for horses without barns
for rabbits without homes
for pets in shelters with their owners
for pets . . . more
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November 05, 2007 10:37 AM EST --
THIS POEM IS WRITTEN BY MY VERY GOOD FRIEND, ANNE NEALE. SHE IS HAVING A HARD TIME LEARNING TO NAVIGATE GATHER AND LEARNING TO PUBLISH, ETC. SO I AM HELPING HER OUT WITH PUBLISHING . . . more
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November 05, 2007 10:49 AM EST --
I am, again, trying to help out my friend, Anney, get her work up and onto Gather as she is having problems getting acquainted with Gather and publishing and all. She is a very talented poet! . . . more
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August 25, 2008 03:56 AM EDT --
PICNICS
P layful times
I n different places
C hildren running in sack races
N ever lacking any food
I am always in the mood
C ome and join our PICNIC
*I submit . . . more
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November 16, 2007 01:46 AM EST --
It had been a long time since I saw you,
Then somebody told me you died.
Despite all the years, I stopped where I stood,
And I fell to me knees, and I cried.
It's funny how life goes on. . . . more
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March 19, 2008 09:18 AM EDT --
With Optimistic note
eyes ran over from
pilar to post
reaffirming the surpassed words
of recommendation
to live and to long
for the winning prize-Declaration
Cash Grant . . . more
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April 15, 2008 05:59 AM EDT --
A DUET IN A GARDEN PLACE
The stem, the leaf, the head of rose
Does it crave what gentle lover's kisses bring?
Can it feel the handle of my fingertips?
May I roam throughout as . . . more
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July 14, 2008 12:18 AM EDT --
LIFE AND NO DENYING
by Bev P.
You may deny me money
but can't deny me love
As sweet as any honey
From the good Lord up above
You may deny me joking
but . . . more
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May 23, 2008 05:48 PM EDT --
One of my very favorite poets is Robert Frost.
I have written a poem, somewhat tongue-in-cheek, that was inspired by one of the master's .
Whose yard this is I think I . . . more
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June 28, 2008 10:12 AM EDT --
Ordinarily it wouldn't have happened,
But the booze went to my head.
I lost my inhibitions
And I wound up in your bed.
You looked into my eyes
And lit my body's fire
Pressed your lips . . . more
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September 11, 2008 01:03 AM EDT --
You are the ray of light in my dusty sky.
Some days your're the only reason I don't cry.
At other times you'd best believe,
You're the reason I remember to breathe.
Spending time . . . more
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September 25, 2008 09:04 PM EDT --
I am reposting this for several reasons. I have posted several poems dedicated to my best friend and I wanted to show that my feelings are reciprocated.. Not a lot of people saw it the first . . . more
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April 08, 2008 07:25 PM EDT --
Sometimes we go through life
without a care
other times we are apprehensive;
another time angry.
Still another, we may feel guilty! BUT,
alas, as we go along, we DO go through life. . . . more
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April 24, 2008 04:05 PM EDT --
I have in my possession, at this very moment, a copy of the 2008 Atwood Review . In it are 4 of my poems!!! I just found out today that any of them were accepted and then when I received my copy found . . . more
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July 22, 2008 06:30 PM EDT --
The hourglass was now empty
And suddenly she was out of time,
So she walked away from a life
That no longer seemed to rhyme.
The sand had slipped through her fingers
Through a crack in the bottom . . . more
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October 25, 2007 02:22 PM EDT --
The cold pierces me
like daggers flung from above,
wounding frozen skin.
more
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