Tag: poetry
group name: firsttimewriters
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November 07, 2009 02:23 PM EST --
Trenches are dug deep
Fences are placed beyond reach
We do need to do our share
Fill our share of pinch the gaps within
Hear clear I, amazed
Ecclesiatic sounds as they me reach
Closed . . .
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October 13, 2009 07:00 PM EDT --
Brace the feet. Dig in. Borrow the strength of those who did stand.
As you will now.
Burrow it up your bones.
Root and claim. Daughter in experience. Place . . .
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April 20, 2009 04:18 AM EDT --
Child Of Abuse
You, child of abuse,
fully grown, no trust inside;
still thinking you're of no use.
I'd tell you, you'll be all right,
but I'd just by telling you . . .
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August 15, 2009 10:17 PM EDT --
All Yours!
If I were rich, I'd have a grocery store, to give those what they need and more. Take what you want, more for a hungry aunt. Bring all your friends to the free store!
I'd name . . .
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March 17, 2008 01:10 PM EDT --
IRELAND IN THE SPRINGTIME
I went to Ireland in the springtime
the sky rinsed pearly gray with rain,
the sweet soil sprouting
tender green buds and shoots,
fern green, forest . . .
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May 13, 2009 09:30 AM EDT --
ETERNITY
I gaze into a crystal glass of blood-red wine
and see, unbidden, unwanted
a vision of destruction.
A vision so much like the others --
other times, other places.
A death of happiness . . .
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April 26, 2008 01:36 PM EDT --
Caged: Haiku
pulpy flesh
from the caged tomato ~
the gardener's prisoner
© Autumn Farrington
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May 21, 2008 10:01 PM EDT --
There is laughter in the air.
The tulips are dancing with daffodils,
as I watch birds fly here and there.
My cats are sunning in the windowsills.
The bees buzz around new growth,
and that bluejay . . .
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November 06, 2009 06:52 AM EST --
Guards go down across the fence
Setting sun calls for rest
Bayonet look like trumpet
Uniforms transform body within
Sit down to break the bread
Voices unknown faded in sleep
You . . .
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May 26, 2008 10:00 AM EDT --
I used to do it when I was young,
Though I don't do it any more.
I did it in my room all alone
At night after I locked my door.
I could have done it in the day,
But I . . .
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November 24, 2006 03:21 PM EST --
I've decided to take Sandy's advice and write about a function that we do every day in our lives.
Here goes:
Urinating
Urinating is life
Every where I go, it's . . .
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July 20, 2008 11:00 PM EDT --
The robin's alarm and the crow's rude cackle are all to be sensed...
The world still sleeps, except for the birds of pre-dawn...
So complete is the darkness here, no laws exist, . . .
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September 28, 2009 08:30 PM EDT --
Than-Bauk
Missy
You're cute, funny, my honey, sure! Sunny, all love.
Little kitty, a pretty girl, Missy, all ours.
mn - 2009
Posted for Mindful Poetry , Susan Budigs group, . . .
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January 12, 2008 10:58 AM EST --
Morning
Morning . . .
Mauve and purple
and bands of pale yellow
weave through bare December branches.
The sun hangs low, an old gold pocket watch.
Rises higher as I . . .
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February 06, 2008 09:45 AM EST --
Cold Rain
Cold rain
spills down all day.
Huddled against the sky,
pigeons brood into their feathers.
Grayness to darkness to infinity.
Crowded beside blank-faced strangers
on the Five-Thirty-Two, . . .
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February 04, 2008 01:23 PM EST --
Red Bird
red bird against snow
scarlet flash
in winter's garden
LUNE:
A thirteen syllable form arranged 5 / 3 / 5 in three lines, . . .
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December 06, 2006 09:28 AM EST --
Computer technicians fix stuff
That puts many a user to huff
I clicked on the darn thing
but it only says ding
So help me before I get rough
Try the Rhyming Dictionary here
. . .
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July 07, 2008 09:55 PM EDT --
See the sly boy's face...
Between the thicket of two pines...
Look up, see the sunshafts...
Busting through branches, through leaves and tangle...
Of maple fronting . . .
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July 17, 2008 10:46 PM EDT --
He's quite certain that his parched throat, his squint means no disrespect to the sun.
Morning breaks and with comes the bravery of songbirds seeking food
It humbles him ... . . .
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