Tag: poem
group name: paree
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February 08, 2008 06:38 PM EST --
I will tell you how I mark my place,
even though the act may send shivers
along vertebrae and arms,
set fingers of book lovers all atremble,
whether burly-knuckled, talcum sleek, or parchment . . . more
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August 01, 2007 12:23 AM EDT --
when i first came here
i brought nothing more
than hope and optimism.
it was squeezed out of me
like toothpaste.
perhaps i thought too much
analyzed too much
worried too much.
i was drawn in
then . . . more
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September 21, 2007 03:47 AM EDT --
I dedicate this prose poetry to Dena; who said she looks forward to reading more of my writing. Thank you, Dena.
Dropping . . . my heart
. . . more
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July 30, 2007 08:20 PM EDT --
Time to be a creative poet. Today I invite you to make a Haiku poetry.
Use your philosophical thoughts to swim across the Haiku passion river.
It is very easy and only three verses/lines are required . . . more
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May 14, 2006 09:14 PM EDT --
My Walls
A Catalog Poem
An Asian cat stalking a spider
Two sumi-e crayfish dancing with red flowers
A coat of arms for MacLean: Virtue Thine Honor
Batik roses, a birthday present from my husband
A small, . . . more
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June 15, 2006 11:40 PM EDT --
In staunch repose does lie my corpse,
As dead as dead can be,
Until the sun comes beaming in,
And wakes the soul in me.
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August 09, 2008 11:45 AM EDT --
We had that lovely quiet rain this morning that revives our landsacpe and freshens the air.
Reviving Rain
Rain falling gently
Bringing tired lawns to life . . . more
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January 07, 2007 11:56 PM EST --
So quiet and calm
So peaceful yet strange
A sense of fear and excitement
I walk on
Spirits and whispers
Wind in the leaves
Trees bending down
I walk on
Turns and steps
Rivers and . . . more
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August 08, 2008 02:03 PM EDT --
Don't you love the smell of newly mown grass? I think it is one of the perks of a job well done.
Fresh Mown Grass
Smell of fresh mown grass
Tantalizes . . . more
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November 03, 2007 01:24 AM EDT --
Golden blonde hair and baby blue eyes
Girls let me tell ya about this guy
He's wild and crazy and a little daring
He's gentle,loving and very caring
He's as . . . more
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June 02, 2008 11:52 PM EDT --
This was my gate with its welcoming bells,
this my slight entry home.
Here was my rosemary, lavender grown,
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November 25, 2006 12:59 AM EST --
North Wind Foe
Caps of foaming white,
Icy blue Pacific waves
Run south with the wind
To break on decks and sailors
Who ply ships to all ports north
Copyright 2006 Jim Ross
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May 29, 2008 10:00 AM EDT --
"Crystal clear" repeats in my mind,
Your lenses, crystal clear--
Twin orbs of blue, polished by tears
Of your lovely making
To tease my heart to plead for you
To spend eternity
With . . . more
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April 11, 2007 09:53 AM EDT --
A flower breathes
Through earth it fought
It journeys though the soil
To greet the day
It makes friends with the air
The sun it cherishes
It worships the clouds
For they love this flower
And feed it with . . . more
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February 27, 2008 12:52 PM EST --
Silly dog warms me
Stroking his head, warmth growing
Love lays on my lap.
I have lots of pictures of the same thing on here because I have no clue how this stuff works. Sorry. . . . more
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August 11, 2008 01:50 PM EDT --
What's on my plate is what's on my plate
No need to look for other definitions
Like those that ride on the tail winds
Of rusting steam engine trains
That cast off traces of shadow
Lingering . . . more
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June 21, 2006 09:07 PM EDT --
The Photographer's Daybook
In the halloed prism of his camera,
girls lie flat, slim conjunctions,
limbs unpulsed, left luminous--
rush-dry. He develops
wanton . . . more
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November 03, 2007 01:26 AM EDT --
Locked inside over powered by rage
Like an animal trapped in a cage
Narrow minded fools
Go back to school
Trying to hide what is really inside
Lie?
NO, tell the truth
Unable . . . more
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December 31, 2007 06:16 PM EST --
The darkness knows where I live
The longest night of the year
and it's Winter again
dreams turn into nightmares
and sleep is no escape
sickness means more time spent
indoors under . . . more
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July 13, 2007 12:12 AM EDT --
scenes of my youth are coming back to me
in ways seldom sensed before…
the pungent lilac blossoms adorning ally ways
the clip clop of the funny old man’s rag cart
the sugar cube . . . more
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