Tag: poem
group name: saynotogames
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September 20, 2008 07:53 PM EDT --
Ah naturale or permed
braids, pony tail or tails
the view from my vantage
nothing but colorful sails.
A breezy fresh wind
blowing over my way
adds a bit of umph
to a normally dull day. . . . more
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October 10, 2008 11:25 AM EDT --
When I am tired and weary
sometimes I write in beige
when the write is over
I then turn the page.
When things get down
like sometimes they do
I just keep on writing
tho the outcome is . . . more
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March 19, 2008 12:55 PM EDT --
For anyone who did not completely "get" my poem, Working Girl's Lament , you might not realize what huge compliment that is to me. I feel like quite a bit of my writing is . . . more
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November 14, 2007 10:20 PM EST --
Ole man river
sashays on down stream
humming tunes I know
my soul catching its beam.
I can feel the breeze
lifting my wings.
With every lapping wave
hear the song it sings.
I can inhale . . . more
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October 14, 2008 02:58 AM EDT --
As you gaze
Out of the window
At the city,
You know
That he's out there
Somewhere
Working hard,
Living fast,
Thinking of you,
You hope
As you, do him,
And you wonder
If . . . more
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October 05, 2008 04:20 PM EDT --
Stella Vanilla
It is early August, a day or two after Bill's birthday celebration, 2005. We are in our usual late afternoon position, . . . more
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November 07, 2007 04:09 PM EST --
“…There’s something wrong,” cried the boy in the corner. He had been standing in the darkness cowering in fear waiting for an outstretched arm that never came.
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October 12, 2007 05:10 AM EDT --
What if I had said I loved you?
What if I had said I cared?
Would the past have stayed untainted?
I have wondered all these years.
What if I had gone the distance?
Would I have remained in your heart? . . . more
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October 29, 2007 03:04 AM EDT --
We spent the evening being fixed up by friends.
Sometimes I thought it would never end.
Trying to find out how you felt,
Subtlety became a joke.
You make me laugh, I feel special inside.
Talking . . . more
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August 15, 2008 07:06 PM EDT --
When I finally embrace you
should I feel the woman who was
or treat you as you are now
concerned and caring just because.
When we finally sit to have our chat
shall I imagine your yesterdays . . . more
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October 28, 2007 03:15 AM EDT --
I was alone and so were you.
I needed love, and you thought you knew
how to heal me,
how to tame my wild indifference.
When I think about how little self-respect I had for myself,
I cry for the . . . more
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October 26, 2007 05:54 PM EDT --
Earlier today I got a message from a Gather friend telling me of a family member (a man) who had passed away. I could tell she was filled with grief. of course we all should pray that God will . . . more
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November 05, 2007 03:50 PM EST --
Words are fashioned without regress
As they weave a pattern of hues
And paint canvasses with broad strokes
That touch our soul with daily news
A word unsaid can have affect . . . more
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December 03, 2007 10:38 AM EST --
Here I sit so weak and merry
Wish I had a bowl of cherries
But I don't in my search to find
Something nice or an ax to grind
If my mind seeks feral release
In the vacuum . . . more
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December 06, 2007 05:20 AM EST --
He danced to her table
Handed her a note
Though they had never spoken
This moment of simplicity
Soon led to their love
He was just a stranger
Lost upon his way
To find some . . . more
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December 09, 2007 11:01 PM EST --
The gentle Muse had stubbed his toe
And the canvas in his hold
Had slipped into the full moon night
For a girl with glass dreams in sight
The Muse said I need someone
To paint with words . . . more
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December 27, 2007 05:05 AM EST --
Heaven and Hell
Once it was decided
Once and for all by great men
Who should rest in heaven
and who should be in hell
Painters, poets, writers,
. . . more
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January 12, 2008 05:11 AM EST --
Where is the scene of triumphs made
Do not photographs etch these truths
Forever binding that we paste
In endless journeys of our sublime hues
Where absence . . . more
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February 17, 2008 08:55 AM EST --
Collard greens
smoked neck bones
a common thread
for Delta's moans.
Rivers flowing south
depositing silt
brings with it traditions
that do not wilt.
Sweet potato pies
buttered . . . more
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February 25, 2008 06:29 PM EST --
No ma'am, don't tell me your secrets
I don't want to know you that well.
This is not one of those occasions
thought it was to be our show and tell.
You showed me those sad . . . more
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