Tag: poem
group name: flashandshine
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November 09, 2007 07:06 PM EST --
No one knows what I do
at night when I close my eyes.
I sing in my dreams.
Unecumbered and unashamed
My voice is loud and my heart
is full of joy.
I am . . . more
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August 24, 2008 07:51 PM EDT --
Inspired by the life of a young man, fighting for his country yet faced with predjudice because of his many layered cultural background. We should all be proud of who we are and let no-one . . . more
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November 19, 2006 01:52 PM EST --
Many hours I've spent
Seeking my inner Shakespeare,
Alas! sleeping still.
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January 17, 2007 04:28 PM EST --
Silence.
Three in nature:
Sun’s setting in the west,
Orion’s constellation. . . And
Snowfall.
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The cinquain challenge request was to devise a . . . more
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July 31, 2007 06:34 PM EDT --
"He searched for his daughter for hours but never found her. He was crying and hoping that one day this sea who swept away his only and only daughter will give her back. Krishnan lost his . . . more
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November 03, 2007 12:29 PM EDT --
I can still see your face,
and feel the touch of your skin.
There is such comfort in your embrace.
Safety, warmth, love
You tell me it's o.k.
Everything will be o.k.
I . . . more
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August 08, 2007 02:19 PM EDT --
I close my eyes and say a prayer
before I cross the bridge today.
I have never felt anxiety
about crossing the bridge before now.
The bridge is sturdy and strong.
It was built to hold heavy loads. . . . more
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May 21, 2007 05:38 PM EDT --
you're left
without a soul
naked and barren
no one to hold
no one to acknowledge
that you were a part of them
sadly
the shadows take you
they aren't picky
about who they hang with
and . . . more
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March 19, 2007 11:39 AM EDT --
It is all about anticipation.
About opposite-end thumb-twiddling,
your fingers spinning quick circles and how the mind spins
quick circles around the last time we were together.
Now, holding both hands, . . . more
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April 13, 2007 10:38 AM EDT --
How fast you spin that silk web
cocooning fast your solitude -
xylophanes titan, my dark butterfly
spinning, spinning, spinning,
your private subterranean homesick blues,
you struggle against . . . more
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November 11, 2007 07:32 PM EST --
Like Rapunzel’s golden h air , trailing . . . more
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January 30, 2008 08:56 PM EST --
The moon moves across space
seeking out the sun
Her umbral shadow
blocks out the sun
for a brief moment in time
The total eclipse can only be seen
on Earth from inside the narrow . . . more
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May 31, 2007 05:47 PM EDT --
i have faith
in the innocence of my daughters
small and wondering
they are soft
their hair is perfect
god save the man
who tries to date them
i have faith
in the woman
who raises her children . . . more
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June 28, 2007 11:40 AM EDT --
torrential tides
of people
moving in and out
of life
some good
some bad
but always there
respite
serenity
a harbor out of reach
a nice quiet lagoon
out of the way
to reflect
myself and . . . more
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May 08, 2007 08:19 AM EDT --
Shadow stands
like a totem pole--
Your negative
Twice the height of
your real self.
Stretching
It reaches
the tops of shadow trees.
Matching your flight path
Arms spread . . . more
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November 02, 2006 07:02 AM EST --
Sleeping beneath moon
Light midnight rain clouds gather
A breeze sweeping dreams
Gather
(c)06 Daddario
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November 04, 2006 09:00 AM EST --
Digital Photo Collage With Haiku
Exploring mind path
Beyond crescent cradle moon
Silent anchor stars
Gather
(c)06 Daddario
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January 20, 2007 09:33 AM EST --
“I Want to Thank You, Lord”
I want to thank you, Lord
For the good breakfast this morning.
I pray for the ones throughout the world
That will have no breakfast,
No lunch . . . more
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June 29, 2007 02:34 PM EDT --
Poppa was there
in the "big one"
he was happily drinking in a pub
san francisco, california
and his unit called
to the front lines
i don't know the hell he'd seen
just that it . . . more
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March 02, 2007 06:03 AM EST --
I enter the land of words often,
Eager to pluck the ripest,
Driven by urge to fashion verse,
Attempting a vivid message.
Michelangelo chiselled his "Boy David",
From a piece of misshapen rock, . . . more
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