Tag: poetry
group name: paree
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August 15, 2008 03:41 PM EDT --
I suppose some of you might not be familiar with this item from past years, but when I was growing up you didn't have bug sprays, Just the old fly swatter and fly paper. It is tricky being around . . . more
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October 21, 2007 10:18 AM EDT --
Discuss the process of self-discovery in poetry .... there's a wide open essay question, eh?
I actually have specific poets to address (Frost & Yeats).... but my first step, I think, is trying . . . more
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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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November 30, 2007 08:15 AM EST --
The Skater
by Marianne McNamara
When blue twilight wrapped the house
and I waited for the rest of them
to come back from school and jobs and errands
(strange that I should . . . more
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December 02, 2007 12:54 PM EST --
The National Weather Service Issues A Winter Storm Watch
Anticipation hovers at the edges of the heavy gray sky
electric with the faint throb of far-off energy and static.
. . . 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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August 06, 2008 04:20 PM EDT --
What a changable day. It began with bright sunshine and now is raining. That is summer in Iowa
Unpredictable
Unpredictable
Clouds move in bringing some rain . . . more
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August 18, 2008 11:38 AM EDT --
You know how sometimes in August the night turn cool and the early mornings are even cooler after getting out of bed. This morning was like that. I know it will be hotter later in the day . . . 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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July 25, 2007 09:19 PM EDT --
The sails flap listless in a damp dead wind.
Sheets limp on the bow, she glances toward a
blank horizon, lost in the distance.
Below deck, frustration and words fill the void.
But here, . . . more
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March 04, 2008 03:46 PM EST --
Disc--Poetry Please single word challenge
I took out the movie
and slid it on in.
The DVD player
won't work again.
I pull out the disc,
maybe to . . . more
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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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December 23, 2007 01:19 PM EST --
There is a song inside my mind
I'm not sure how it goes.
It starts off very slowly
But then the melody grows.
The words are so elusive
each time they're not the same.
It is my very favorite . . . more
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February 17, 2008 06:59 PM EST --
Although many miles lie between us
there exists even less between us
t han if we were but mere inches apart.
For now, I cannot possibly forget you
or even neglect you . . . more
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January 11, 2007 07:31 PM EST --
“Panthers”
Black stealthy creatures
Whiskered sensors like radar
Noiselessly rove by
ã 07 Barbra L
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January 18, 2007 11:23 AM EST --
Exuberant rays
Sun, coddle me in your warmth
Target my cold heart
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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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June 04, 2006 05:47 AM EDT --
Murder of Crows
I will sing your song for you who denied her name
when you fell under a murder of crows
cawing the dark deeds of your shame.
One happy drink too many sucked you into . . . more
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March 16, 2008 02:24 PM EDT --
An old dog of a man squats low,
wears a utility shirt stamped USMC
with holes where a rank had been sewn.
He is under the eaves, watching
white hail miss his coffee mug. . . . 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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