Tag: poetry
group name: firsttimewriters
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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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November 23, 2009 06:36 PM EST --
First of all I want you to picture in your mind the beautiful dark lavender blue Iris of the ICON of a dear lady we know as the poet Lady Solskin, OR Solskin Iam!
I remember seeing that name after I . . .
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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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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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October 19, 2009 06:40 AM EDT --
Poet writes with a broken heart
and finds truths universal
while his life is torn apart
a reluctant true Apostle
Your Poem strikes truth in all situations External Factors, yes they happen more . . .
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November 16, 2009 05:46 AM EST --
A rose wants once more to be a bud? the closing Act's what makes the Play Maybe wine's a better analogy Aging sneaks up upon one, day by day
Like a good wine you're better as you get older Rosebud is . . .
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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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November 23, 2009 02:22 AM EST --
One year on, how to reflect? they say one day we must let go but this is harder than I expect I miss him more than he would know
My brother died a year ago our last meeting a grainy photograph . . .
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