Tag: poem
group name: themeltingpot
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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 07, 2008 01:35 AM EDT --
Take heed and please take pity
'pon this benighted soul.
For I endure such trials
that would give pause to the Heroes of old.
My poor Medusan visage
would turn mighty Perseus cold, . . . more
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July 25, 2008 06:29 PM EDT --
WATCHING RHINE
It just lies here in its big
curve through Basel
on an early autumn
evening, possibly wanting
to have changed its course
a few times over the years
but maybe not minding . . . 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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June 24, 2007 02:16 AM EDT --
~1~
i sit here in the sun
through an open window
devoid of birdsong, lilacs or harbingers of spring
yet i feel movement
just before the stillness of sleep
in the solid ground a stirring of . . . 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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October 09, 2007 08:07 AM EDT --
You killed the fire that burned in me,
The flame that fueled my heart.
And as the last sparks died away,
I knew that soon we'd part.
I now know that I was the fool
Who took no one's advice . . . more
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April 30, 2007 12:46 AM EDT --
What is it about those woods
When the darkness falls they seem to call
Come and see,come and see what lies deep
inside
Come and see the mysteries beneath the trees
in the quiteness of the dark. . . . more
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July 25, 2007 02:04 AM EDT --
how i longed for the girl with the long slender arms
dressed up in white satin and lace
with her soft golden tresses, down like a fawn's
the girl with the . . . more
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July 03, 2007 12:26 AM EDT --
to special friend
to close friend
to friend
to acquaintance
to familiar friend
to fond memory
to it's that voice
to i remember the face
to vague memory
to forgotten.
and so it . . . more
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July 03, 2007 02:41 PM EDT --
random acts of sadness
hope is the joy
the striving, the dreaming
random acts of madness
fear is the hypocrisy
the envy, the lack of humility
random acts of cadness
too kind . . . more
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August 25, 2007 05:02 PM EDT --
yellow birches, red maples, and old old oaks offer their leaves to the rain-soaked road, mourning this august twilight, in camouflage for the palm-sized discs of flattened baby snappers. i continue to . . . more
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July 26, 2007 05:55 PM EDT --
Lovely maiden
Long red hair cascades down bare shoulders and
blows in the salty sea breeze.
She sings a song never before
heard by human ears.
Enchanting and hypnotic
The maiden . . . more
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September 18, 2008 10:58 AM EDT --
Trace your fingers
through the sand.
The ocean roars out
its song nearby.
Hold fast to this moment,
Love, hold fast.
more
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September 06, 2008 12:44 PM EDT --
The knife maker didn't start out with a perfect knife. He was a keeper of birds and at that time there were birds that came to be known as "jays" which were kept for their feathers-more . . . more
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June 25, 2007 02:42 PM EDT --
your photograph is still-life
arranged by a water vase
just before moving-life
spills onto the pose.
we are the things
of photographs
not touching
not moving
posed, yet
still life
more
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July 10, 2007 01:23 AM EDT --
the green sea glistened in the rapture of the diamond sun
peridot glowed upon the hills like fine crown jewels,
the dark elm forest was replete with emerald lichen
and my soaring heart . . . more
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August 12, 2008 09:35 PM EDT --
Destination R & R
Amtrak bullet train
humming and swaying
up the Eastern Seaboard,
but I'm not hurried
or harried.
I read.
I nap.
I strreeetch my . . . more
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July 23, 2007 11:48 PM EDT --
Sadness seen in winter's white blanket
covering lush forests
green like the color of her eyes.
Lakes and rivers are quiet and serene,
but with sun and rain comes rebirth.
Then, water . . . more
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February 03, 2008 02:53 PM EST --
I inhale the smell
Incense to my soul.
The waves
Like charging tigers
Roar forward.
Then retreat.
Tigers melting
Into a sizzling, frothy, foamy meringue- . . . more
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