Tag: relationships
group name: paree
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August 09, 2006 11:26 AM EDT --
I saw The Man six years ago, at a CPR training workshop in downtown San Diego. He laughed when I shook the lung dummy the way they teach you to do.
"Annie, Annie, are you OK?" I shook and said . . . more
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November 21, 2006 01:18 AM EST --
Vexing fog persists
Comforting self in earth's sod
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April 06, 2007 05:20 PM EDT --
The cold had seeped through the shabby blanket the woman huddled under. I could see her shaking as she lay on the big square cardboard she’d made as her bed. Even though she . . . more
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August 17, 2008 12:40 PM EDT --
Of all the ways there are to die, there's only two I don't want to try. One is by fire, t'other by water. Maybe I should just live forever; the Lord knows I wanna......
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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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September 30, 2006 08:28 PM EDT --
I wrote this tonight after a big fight with my husband and talking about divorce. I taped it to his computer screen.
Suffocating,
leave me alone
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March 10, 2007 07:39 AM EST --
So what's changed other than the date
Memories haven't faded, but the pain did
at least I can say that, still it's there--the scars.
That infernal reminder of the damage left behind . . . more
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July 31, 2007 11:07 PM EDT --
This poem was written as an excercise in a poetry Workshop . A set of words were given and my task was to write a poem,improvisationally , including that set of words. It was given . . . 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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November 24, 2006 11:09 AM EST --
Melt into me
like the snow
during spring's thaw,
bringing to life
that which was frozen.
Envelop me
with the warmth of you,
and lay to waste
that which is cold and barren,
frigid . . . more
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November 20, 2006 07:52 AM EST --
She had worn masks all of her life. Masks had served a purpose in her growing years. She had laughed when things weren't really funny. She had pretended to be surprised when she always . . . more
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July 21, 2006 10:40 AM EDT --
Some days
it all comes down to a word,
spoken too soon,
spoken in anger,
spoken in passion,
or the heat of the moment;
Some days
it all comes down to a word
spoken without thought
spoken . . . more
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June 01, 2008 06:12 AM EDT --
This is my first attempt at songwriting. As many of you know I ordinarily don't rhyme so your critique is much appreciated. Love you~Amanda
Laughter may echo in hallowed halls
Tears will be . . . more
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September 30, 2006 07:54 PM EDT --
4 years old and so innocent,
reality invades, oh, so menacing.
The man she`s trusted her short little life,
He`s taken his liberties, and scarred her for life.
He takes her hand, landing a . . . more
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October 02, 2006 04:30 PM EDT --
Mommy holds tight her little girl`s hand,
as they travel the rough foreign land.
Mommy leads her down a path unknown,
but she knows her daughter`s will is strong.
They`ve finally made it to . . . more
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November 02, 2006 04:27 AM EST --
She trips on uncertain ground, a virgin path. She swims in tidal seas of unspent desire. Caught in a whirlwind of infatuation, she clings to sanity. Their minds toss, turn, meld together. . Words . . . more
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December 07, 2006 12:41 PM EST --
Frame my blissful smile
Etch my warm repose
Outline me in oaken musk
Trace my peach lips and remember…
This smug grin
Those soulful eyes
Turned grim; turned cold
That frigid . . . more
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July 30, 2006 04:35 PM EDT --
At the time I wrote this poem (seven years ago), I was pleased with it, as were the handful of people with whom I shared it. I'm not sure how I feel about it now, so I decided to tinker with it. Below . . . more
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July 18, 2008 11:04 AM EDT --
He stumbles from the twisted wreckage that lays half buried in the depression between two dunes.
His unsteady gaze surveys the aluminium that litters the trench the fuselage has scratched from the . . . more
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