Tag: living
group name: paree
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March 25, 2008 11:30 PM EDT --
If I walked
through burning sand
and rocky stone
barefoot and alone -
If I walked
through icy tundra
and winter storm
naked as my birth -
If I walked
through my pain
and did . . . more
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September 19, 2006 10:55 PM EDT --
The year was 1975. I was a senior in high school, and I was very excited because I was going to attend my first concert. My two best friends and myself had tickets to see the group Chicago. . . . more
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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 15, 2006 06:32 PM EDT --
Drowning lips
that kiss me slow
Haunting thoughts
of letting go
Gentle breeze
caress my skin
Take me, Breathe me
deep within
Kiss you
as I draw you near
Now I can
release my fears
Feeling now
what I wouldn't . . . more
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August 16, 2006 08:06 AM EDT --
Racism is alive and well today. And my family and I have been a victim of it. Guilt by association.
You see, for the past twenty years, we have lived in a black neighborhood. We bought . . . more
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August 18, 2006 04:23 PM EDT --
This has been a week of clearing away some clutter. Its amazing the connection there is between what is lying deep inside of us and what is reflected in our surroundings.
This week I noticed for . . . more
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December 11, 2006 06:56 PM EST --
There are those who know nothing of Christmas spirit and all its meaning.
They are the forgotten who have slipped beyond the sight of the world.
Alcoholics, drug addicts, prostitutes, street children. . . . more
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August 11, 2006 12:20 AM EDT --
With toes curling
in and out on the
the thick pile rug,
I begin to
imagine in my head
The words to pen
that set us apart
and unequal
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Fingers play
the keys
I hear
in my head
Now . . . more
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May 30, 2006 11:38 AM EDT --
Eight hours a day she types a man's things
Typing until she can no longer see
Where the tips of her fingers turn into the keys
Or what words she leaves.
Eight hours a day she transcribes . . . more
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June 02, 2006 01:53 PM EDT --
This afternoon I watched
a lemon-faced drunk,
slump into a daily stupor,
no doubt fatigued from
his own radiance.
Under his high swelter,
two pie-faced
girls with braided
antennae and jean
clad . . . more
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May 28, 2006 04:21 PM EDT --
Gentle stranger
There is only One you can always be sure of
But I bid you stop awhile
And let me give you what I can
I make no promise
But that I will try to know you
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January 14, 2007 08:58 PM EST --
Probably won't even recognize it, but I'll stay watchful,
Feel delight in what I know will be new.
Might not be something I can easily understand,
I hope it's patient, show proof without . . . more
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February 21, 2007 01:01 AM EST --
Rounding a sharp bend, I startled a covey of grouse in the tall grass beside the trail. Five of them took clattering flight, their wings beating hard against the air. Two cut across the trail in . . . more
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August 10, 2006 08:00 AM EDT --
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August 11, 2006 12:05 AM EDT --
Out of the blue
my lover came to me
Then out of the blue
he was gone.
My love for him
never ended...
Thirty years that
Took us through:
A husband or two,
children,...
and . . . more
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August 17, 2006 04:44 PM EDT --
I'd like to cry
but I can't.
I'd like to run
away,
but that's impossible.
Sitting, watching from
the window
I feel so empty;
destroyed by one man's
words.
How can I profess to love . . . more
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June 13, 2006 01:10 AM EDT --
I have dug with a spade
a trowel and a pen.
Scratched into the soil
like a young mother hen.
Chorus
And when the planting was done
Hurried indoors to check
On the sleeping child in her crib . . . more
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September 05, 2006 01:00 PM EDT --
Around these New Mexican parts, Labor Day means the annual Bean Day Festival in Wagon Mound. Each yearly event features a free bean barbeque and the best rodeo this side of the Pecos! Of course I lassoed . . . more
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June 03, 2006 07:55 AM EDT --
There is nothing more difficult
than to interrogate
my own psyche;
perform an introspective
autopsy, dissect
every hidden niche
of my soul.
I scalpel through tendons
of consciousness . . . more
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September 10, 2006 07:57 AM EDT --
BIRTHDAY BOY
Late afternoon,, drinking stale coffee inhaling a freshly packed smoke
surrounded by businessmen and homeless souls seeking shelter
swish of the waitresses, clatter . . . more
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