Tag: poems
group name: wordpainting
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February 08, 2008 11:42 PM EST --
pretending again
presuming the fond farewell
kisses warm, absent
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September 10, 2007 09:39 AM EDT --
POETRY CENTRAL Volume 3, Number 5 ~Poems on Poems~
A poem should be motionless . . . more
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April 18, 2007 09:36 PM EDT --
Tastes of a clarified wine
Inspires simplification, demands mediocrity
O’ where art roam
Free, pure, beyond purification by simple souls
Free of clarification to modest words
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March 25, 2007 05:09 PM EDT --
A long-forgotten tune
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October 19, 2006 08:06 PM EDT --
I love the poetic flow of the letter w…
As it weaves within my words.
Welcomed words of wisdom,
Weep in the wine of worry.
Worn and weathered,
The weight of the world
Wearily . . . more
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May 15, 2008 09:31 AM EDT --
enough of this that the otherwise
surprise! here i am where are you
when it all comes down
how can you say you did you don't you will you won't you will
take it on take it easy . . . more
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February 23, 2008 08:34 PM EST --
For those who read my previous article about writing in Shakespeareanese , here are the results from my school students who were asked to write a compliment to their partner in iambic pentameter. I give . . . more
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July 19, 2007 10:29 PM EDT --
A play on words
A play starring you
with a cast of
emotions
heightened by the
entrance of joy.
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April 18, 2007 09:48 PM EDT --
Bogy Exposed (Haiku)
by Jim Ross
GALAXY OF LONGING
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July 19, 2007 10:06 PM EDT --
Music on the wires
following the path
dusting your footsteps
with Renaissance
roses
Granting your last
request.
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July 19, 2007 10:14 PM EDT --
Windmill
blowing
dust
When rain
drenches
the
parched
ground
The sun
would
bleach
the feet
of those
it could
reach.
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May 13, 2007 04:23 PM EDT --
Pristine crystal blue
Shore trees shiver, kiss water
Squirrel jumps, canoe glides
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February 10, 2007 06:06 PM EST --
It sounds like the last day we will ever meet.
I can hear it - the tinsel thin wire - it stretches taught
before snapping: A violin string that breaks mid partita,
a movement interrupted. Is it your . . . more
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December 06, 2007 11:13 PM EST --
broken bones, broken
spirits descend hovering
still waiting for me.
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October 21, 2006 02:14 PM EDT --
Old , wise Oak
So tall, so bare,
But one lone leaf
Still hanging there.
Brown and tattered,
Curled and dry,
Clinging to memories
Of Autumn passed by.
Old, wise Oak
So tall, so . . . more
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July 19, 2007 10:22 PM EDT --
Design for me
a world in which
love takes place
eternally
abiding in each heart
a burning stone
no caves of fear
to take away
our
caring.
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July 24, 2008 07:13 PM EDT --
"The Cloister In My Mind" oil on wood panel with canvas inserts 18"x22" by Mme. X
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February 12, 2007 09:59 PM EST --
The most powerful of weapons shall ne'er cease to be,
those who will hurt me know this the best,
they deem me formidable, and not quick to scare,
so of all that is magic and mystical,
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February 19, 2007 09:47 PM EST --
With all the strength I may command,
cast these demons away,
purge them from my being,
only discovering with great dismay,
that they remain ignoring my sincerest demand.
What do I . . . more
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February 07, 2007 05:45 PM EST --
How many times have I photographed your profile now?
Roman: Your aquiline nose, the slight hook near the tip, the way it
meets the bow of your lip - pouted and bee-stung
I must have at least a hundred . . . more
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