Tag: writing
group name: poetscorner
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May 10, 2008 08:36 PM EDT --
Use your sharp words to cut off my tongue
For they do nothing but curse
Your name
In vain my attempts are faithless
A heartless worm
That seethes beneath the soil
Nothing more than the . . .
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May 16, 2008 10:32 PM EDT --
Man sits alone
Stares at the wall
He wants to call her
But it won't
Satisfy
His lonely heart
Her words or voice
Can barely touch close enough
To the deepened hole
That encases
Him . . .
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May 13, 2008 10:55 PM EDT --
Do you think men or women are better poets? Why? I almost think men are...
Bob Dylan made me think it.
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June 01, 2008 09:24 PM EDT --
Paint by number town
Cookie cutter houses
With swings and rocking chairs
On their front porches
Crickets sing their evening songs
As children march on home
The sheriff makes his way
Around . . .
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May 14, 2008 10:19 PM EDT --
Mind control
that directs the pen
along the dotted lines
of a piece of cut
paper
slowly over a folded
napkin
easily across
the side of a table
wherever . . .
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September 28, 2008 10:10 PM EDT --
Rustling, rustling leaves
The swishing, swishing, swishing
of squirrels skimpering around trees
The rush of wind that pushes me along
the revving of engines
and squealing of brakes at stop lights . . .
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October 28, 2008 06:22 PM EDT --
Intensity consuming the air around you
The electrical energy surging through the walls
The rustic, sweet smell of your breath lingering
Among these sensations the sensitive touch that continues down . . .
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April 28, 2008 06:43 PM EDT --
Hello everyone! Thank you for joining this group. I just wanted to give you all a brief overview of how this group will "work". Write a poem, short story, or prose and post . . .
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August 22, 2008 04:24 PM EDT --
This black and white
world of mine
Has a subtle way
of soothing
. . .
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October 28, 2008 06:13 AM EDT --
You may feel distant
Your thoughts don't seem to matter
Compared to the trash thrown around you
You constantly fight through
Your anxious shakes
To write a straight line
But the jagged . . .
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November 29, 2006 07:02 PM EST --
The Question was written December 26, 1996, the day my wife of 15 years arrived home from work to inform me she no longer wanted the honor of that title. As one can imagine, the devastation was complete. . . .
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August 14, 2008 12:13 PM EDT --
Framed In A Windowpane
Framed in a windowpane
Are memories of
Sunrises and sunsets
Surprises and upsets
Sunny days and rainy days
Snow showers and spring flowers
Togetherness and Solitude . . .
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February 27, 2007 06:15 PM EST --
The following poem was given to me by my seventeen-year-old son on my 46th birthday. Little did I know just a short three months ago, it would be the last writing I would be graced with from my son. Derek . . .
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June 06, 2008 03:53 PM EDT --
The US Constitution gives Americans free speech.
Does that imply that we can freely exercise the power of dissent?
Yes, in some cases it does -- in other cases, maybe not.
Try going to a presidential . . .
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May 12, 2008 06:22 PM EDT --
Before I get to the poem, first let me share a little backstory on it. This was written some time in the 90's. I don't claim it to be good as I was so young at the time. Very few have seen this . . .
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May 29, 2007 01:41 PM EDT --
"Did you see it?"
"Can you believe it?"
"Wow, who'da thunk?"
Here in this parking lot.
"Yeah, I know whatcha mean."
"Crazy, hey...?"
"Wait . . .
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