Tag: poems
group name: enthusiastsofall
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September 20, 2006 01:14 PM EDT --
The blue-black night he does adorn,
yet withers and weakens upon the morn.
With approaching light his beauty fades.
Sun bearing her bright new day.
I fear not the dawn of light,
for my love returns . . .
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September 30, 2006 07:54 PM EDT --
4 years old and so innocent,
reality invades, oh, so menacing.
The man she`s trusted her short little life,
He`s taken his liberties, and scarred her for life.
He takes her hand, landing a . . .
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October 02, 2006 04:30 PM EDT --
Mommy holds tight her little girl`s hand,
as they travel the rough foreign land.
Mommy leads her down a path unknown,
but she knows her daughter`s will is strong.
They`ve finally made it to . . .
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September 21, 2006 07:36 PM EDT --
Thunder rolls in hard, and steady.
Clouds are thick, dark and heavy.
Proclaiming the imminent storm to come.
Unleashing a fury upon everyone.
Darkness creeps in with pounding rain,
lightning strikes . . .
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September 17, 2008 08:49 PM EDT --
Left alone,
locked in the past.
Forgotten friendships
buried,
Never meant to last.
Left alone
Time standing still
Unforeseen,
this bitter pill.
Left alone,
The sky is gray
It wasn't . . .
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June 28, 2008 10:12 AM EDT --
Ordinarily it wouldn't have happened,
But the booze went to my head.
I lost my inhibitions
And I wound up in your bed.
You looked into my eyes
And lit my body's fire
Pressed your lips . . .
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July 05, 2008 03:59 AM EDT --
In the park
a chubby pink child
rests on a bench
in her mother's arms,
eating long strands of blond hair
in affectionate clumps,
and staring at embracing lovers
who smile back.
In . . .
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July 13, 2008 03:12 PM EDT --
I used to keep my heart
In a woven wicker basket
On a cluttered closet shelf.
It was safe there.
You came along one day
bringing candied sunshine on a stick,
I put it away in a black box . . .
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August 10, 2008 12:47 AM EDT --
Yesterday, I knew this girl
who wore 'tragicly hip' as an accessory
to thrift store jeans
and manufactured angst
she drowned her happiness in bottles
then peeled the labels back
. . .
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June 07, 2007 09:12 PM EDT --
There is a time and there is a place
And I have found neither to rest my weary face
A whisper of rain in trees
Can bring the fiercest to their knees
Hazy mists rolled across the skies
And the truth was . . .
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November 18, 2008 07:37 PM EST --
Tupelo Diner
Wait till you hear what Ruby Perlman did last night.
What in tarnation she be thinking, I do not know.
We was working the second shift
. . .
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August 27, 2007 12:00 AM EDT --
Never project emotion.
They will only mistake
anger for arrogance
tears for weakness
If you show fear
they will strike.
Smile. Smile. Smile.
Shake hands.
Make eye contact. . . .
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March 25, 2007 05:09 PM EDT --
A long-forgotten tune
. . .
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June 30, 2008 04:28 AM EDT --
At the foot of a tree
Brown wisps of memory
Clutter the ground
and choke the grass
But the tree stands unconcerned.
Gnarled and wrinkled from ages of wind and sun,
It is old with the wisdom . . .
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November 18, 2007 07:07 PM EST --
Predator
By Carole Shukle
Copyright 2006
The snake dangled from
the talons of the swift hawk
like limp spaghetti.
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June 30, 2008 02:51 AM EDT --
Alone in the darkness,
I stand at my window
and gaze down on my deserted block,
barely lit by a single street lamp.
Suddenly, I see him,
The old man sitting lonely
On the September cold, . . .
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November 16, 2007 01:46 AM EST --
It had been a long time since I saw you,
Then somebody told me you died.
Despite all the years, I stopped where I stood,
And I fell to me knees, and I cried.
It's funny how life goes on. . . .
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September 30, 2006 07:39 PM EDT --
On my pillow, I lay my head.
Just lying here in our bed.
Thoughts of you on my mind,
and all that you have left behind.
Where did you go, why did you leave?
We could`ve worked it out, I believe. . . .
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June 26, 2008 08:25 PM EDT --
It is a hot Sunday morning.
My restless eyes move around the chapel
And focus on the old man
Who sits across the aisle
In a homemade wheelchair.
I wonder what he thinks and feels
As he blinks . . .
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June 30, 2008 03:28 AM EDT --
At the end of my life, I live,
And dream my way back
Through a thousand acres of time
To when I sat small and unalone,
Listening to the whispers
Of unloved maple leaves.
At the end of my . . .
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