Tag: poem
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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
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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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July 14, 2008 10:02 PM EDT --
I saw my first fairy today
she was about two inches high
She wore a tiny powder blue dress
and had wings that made her fly
"I'm here to watch over you"
she said in her soft . . . more
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March 25, 2008 10:32 PM EDT --
Unseen greatness
as I strolled in the sand
partially broken heartache
turning page after page
undeniably love has become
an odyssey.
Reminding me of a
faceless horizon, . . . more
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March 27, 2008 09:29 PM EDT --
Steady...
Fear is approaching,
predominant principal of survival,
shadows are standing there
eyes wide open...
Precocious moves between
another sundown,
I learned to escape . . . more
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April 01, 2008 08:06 PM EDT --
On a long day
intentionally I drift to
another Universe,
where meaningful thoughts
randomly feel oppressed by
an unpredictable image.
Holding to a glimpse of . . . more
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April 04, 2008 10:03 PM EDT --
Occasionally
unselfish thoughts
will past you by
finding shadows
walking an entire
plain field with you
trailing me behind.
Deception...
Whirl winds steadily
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April 06, 2008 09:44 PM EDT --
Tender moments
allowing us to departure
on a cloudy day
towards ecstasy.
Our journey is eminent
Rose Petals lay upon
opening your eyes
to a new beggining.
A hand full of promises . . . more
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March 29, 2007 08:37 AM EDT --
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There are a lot of choices in life we can all make,
And some of them could be a very big mistake.
There are others though that turn out really good,
And everything works . . . more
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March 24, 2008 11:03 PM EDT --
On a period of time
pressure comes between
logic and rationality.
Imagine writing
metaphors from above,
In middle of great line,
her face interrupt me . . . more
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March 09, 2008 11:58 AM EDT --
Slow motion as mourning mist
wrap around you, willingly pace yourself
as you walk Blindfolded, I think to myself
where is she with my Bleeding Heart
Wishing to come back and give . . . more
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March 10, 2008 11:24 PM EDT --
An straight ahead silence
her silhouette approaches,
predictable senses will allure you
simple passing by...
Uncontrollable desire
waiting at the edge of a river bank, . . . more
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March 12, 2008 11:24 PM EDT --
Circle of clouds
underneath a passionate love,
carefully drawn by winds.
Whispering out loud
Is it your untamed beauty ?
holding you back from darkness,
Merciful . . . more
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July 20, 2008 06:07 PM EDT --
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The Elephant in Your Room
If you imagine the incomprehensible
made evident,
looming in your living room
like a parked car,
immoveable in its essence;
a surety,
slightly . . . 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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July 16, 2008 06:48 PM EDT --
This article is largely based on "The Epic of Gilgamesh" by N K Sandars published in the Penguin Classic series in London.
If you ever wanted an original of this Epic then Amazon.com would . . . more
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July 17, 2007 04:11 AM EDT --
it's through the fingers
image
pattern
laying it out
hands descend
and fingers touch
and the first imitations of sound
ever stronger sensations
reaching out along the wires
to touch
enter . . . more
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February 29, 2008 10:38 PM EST --
She sneaks up stairs toward the door at the top of the stairs,
stepping silently and gingerly but with fear,
she reaches for the door but it evaporates and she awakes,
grasping.
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April 03, 2008 08:24 AM EDT --
Amongst us
shadows gradually
corrupting our
piece and mind.
I'm emotionally disturb.
As I walked blindfolded
through a valley
of death souls
leaving . . . more
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May 27, 2007 10:24 PM EDT --
INNOCENCE LOST.
STOLEN, TAKEN WITH OUT PERMISSION.
ROBBED OF THE JOY OF BEING
A SWEET CHILD FILLED WITH THINGS,
NEITHER INNOCENT, OR MILD.
YET, DESTINED TO BE.
SURROUNDED BY ,
HATE AND MISERY.
MADE THE . . . more
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