Tag: poetry
group name: wordpainting
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February 14, 2007 12:08 PM EST --
for Inmaculada Cara Martin, beloved wife, forever my valentine. With special use of the public domain lyrics from Richard Rogers and Lorenz Hart's immortal song, MY FUNNY VALENTINE, now a jazz . . . more
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September 01, 2006 09:10 AM EDT --
the absence
the negative space
the only space
the free space
the filling space
to cover wanderings
to put everything that doesn't exist
all the figments
and all the fears
blooming creativity . . . more
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July 20, 2008 11:00 PM EDT --
The robin's alarm and the crow's rude cackle are all to be sensed...
The world still sleeps, except for the birds of pre-dawn...
So complete is the darkness here, no laws exist, . . . more
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June 25, 2006 07:33 AM EDT --
There is something about a gentle summer rain
that invites us to be still.
The birds, though calling, stay perched.
Foxes, squirrels and chipmunks
watch, but don't venture.
Sounds are muffled . . . more
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February 17, 2008 06:59 PM EST --
Although many miles lie between us
there exists even less between us
t han if we were but mere inches apart.
For now, I cannot possibly forget you
or even neglect you . . . more
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December 09, 2007 05:29 PM EST --
for Will Evans, to whom this email poem was addressed
Yesterday was my wife´s saint´s day,
so I was offline and not answering calls
if you called--I don´t think you . . . more
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October 10, 2006 04:58 AM EDT --
I fashion my surreal masterpiece
time when music was passion
imagine psychedelic rhythms
electric feelings
harmony and balance
creating sculpture through experiment
wild aesthetic symbols perform . . . more
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July 07, 2008 09:55 PM EDT --
See the sly boy's face...
Between the thicket of two pines...
Look up, see the sunshafts...
Busting through branches, through leaves and tangle...
Of maple fronting . . . more
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July 17, 2008 10:46 PM EDT --
He's quite certain that his parched throat, his squint means no disrespect to the sun.
Morning breaks and with comes the bravery of songbirds seeking food
It humbles him ... . . . more
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April 27, 2008 03:30 PM EDT --
This "picture poem" was written about three years ago. I've only written a handful of them. This one probably depends on the visual imagery to the extent that it doesn't work . . . more
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June 04, 2007 04:09 PM EDT --
Do I dream?
I do.
I dream of knights impassioned, chargers racing beneath them.
Of knights—men of strength, of conviction, of honor.
I dream . . . more
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July 17, 2007 05:09 PM EDT --
I’ve mown down the weeds or should I say
The brown patches of parched grass
That have so ill spoken of the sun’s rays.
The downtrodden perennials once having proudly displayed
Nature’s . . . more
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May 22, 2007 06:52 AM EDT --
Tarnished stars
Starched tarot-readers
Tardy avatars
Startled tarantulas
who tarry at the altar
Stark tarts
Starry-eyed starlets . . . more
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August 21, 2006 12:34 AM EDT --
My tears fall into the ocean, I become the ocean, My waves pull you, Pull you closer, My saltiness fills your lungs, Lights flicker like a thousand suns, Surrender to me, You're like a riverboat in . . . more
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April 29, 2007 10:26 PM EDT --
The times when she would sit
in the small, yellow-papered kitchen
near the bay window, she would gaze
outside, silently, and I
wondered, what is she staring at?
The crooked branch that used . . . more
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April 29, 2007 10:35 PM EDT --
Let’s play funeral home
she said, seated before her vanity mirror
I watched her powder her face
fragile skin like tulip leaves
cherry rouge seeped into the crevices
around her eyes and near her . . . more
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June 06, 2007 05:01 PM EDT --
Steady.
Strong.
Stalwart?
He often is.
Able to withstand the attack, the battle, the onslaught.
He is the bulwark, the implacable wall. He is the barbican.
No vanquished, . . . more
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March 07, 2007 11:41 AM EST --
for Ludolf Grolle De Rochefort, pre-Simulationist painter, poet and patterner of invisible textures.
you don't ever get straight
though you try hard
and at times it feels just right
in . . . more
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March 21, 2008 05:44 PM EDT --
Click here for an MP3 Recording of Eostre, Or Cross of Sheer Light (2:25min)
Eostre, Or Cross of Sheer Light
I found myself ebbing
away, and so I fasted.
When my commitment . . . more
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March 03, 2008 07:10 PM EST --
Are we not all like an ocean
depthless, mysterious and unknown?
Do we not intentionally crest,
rise and roll the breakers of our soul
across the waiting shores of others?
Are we . . . more
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