Tag: poetry
group name: flashandshine
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July 05, 2008 10:11 AM EDT --
Birth
This is the deepest of all partings,
Foreshadowing reunions and re-partings:
The first breath,
The found thumb,
The day you walked,
and walked away,
I saw . . . more
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December 12, 2006 09:16 AM EST --
a brown-eyed little girl huddles in a corner
listening to the venom fly
between two who vow love,
and she cries.
years later
a young teenage girl lies in bed
as her mind leaves . . . more
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August 28, 2007 11:54 AM EDT --
Carpe Diem
An acar in my bones warns me that the carefree summer’s past.
I pick the last carnation; muscari lying beneath the soil will embrace winter’s caress
And all my Cartesian . . . more
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January 25, 2008 10:14 AM EST --
Salvador Dalí. (Spanish, 1904-1989). The Persistence ofMemory. 1931. Oil on canvas, 9 1/2 x 13" (24.1 x 33 cm). © 2007 SalvadorDalí, Gala-Salvador Dalí . . . more
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February 02, 2007 10:35 AM EST --
Gray overcast day
Cold stiff branches break from trees
Wind’s breath cuts like knife.
Dismal ambience
Frosty moon repeats days’ tone
Tomorrow awaits.
Early morning . . . more
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January 16, 2007 11:34 AM EST --
I dreamt of peril at sea last night
As I slept on the ship of despair.
I heard the screams of many trapped souls
In need of angels in air.
Tenacious waters billowed and swallowed
The . . . more
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September 30, 2006 05:33 PM EDT --
Before he died
he asked for a bowl of strawberries.
He knew he should not have them
But he said
"What the heck -
Death is coming no matter what
I eat."
So I went down by the . . . more
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December 21, 2006 09:44 PM EST --
“Presence”
I’m in a garden without roses
But smell their fragrance
I hear a voice that interposes
But no one is there
I walk alone down the pathway . . . more
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December 29, 2006 12:05 AM EST --
I walk in glass slippers
waiting for them to shatter,
for I'm not used to
Cinderella endings;
I feel so scared
in trusting love;
Somehow I don't feel
I deserve it; . . . more
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April 04, 2007 12:46 PM EDT --
They call to me,
are a wellspring inside of me,
and I could not stop them
even if I tried;
Words flow
like a stream,
gentle to my soul,
guided by my spirit,
shared with those
who care . . . more
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December 21, 2006 09:52 PM EST --
Though miles away,
I can feel you near;
I breathe you in
like the scent of rain
as it lingers
after a spring shower.
Oh, my love
how can this be?
How can every fiber
of my being be so . . . more
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December 06, 2007 07:30 PM EST --
I think about the fun times I’ve had.
Gather brought me out of my shell.
Now it’s time for me to branch out
And so, I say fare-thee-well.
The friends I’ve . . . more
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January 31, 2007 06:02 PM EST --
Pretty circled moon
Full disclosure becomes you
Crescent phase curves you
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October 26, 2007 02:12 PM EDT --
Re win d my heart; a win ter chill is on the win d
Yello win g the t win ing peri win kle, s win ging the win d-chimes
And sending the wax win g and red win g blackbird on their way. . . . 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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March 24, 2007 10:27 AM EDT --
Sweet surrender,
moth to flame,
passion's promise
when you call my name;
Sweet surrender,
desire's gentle kiss,
hands upon me;
What mounting bliss!
Sweet surrender
I shiver . . . more
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March 22, 2007 09:37 AM EDT --
How sweet is the tasting
when the fruit is forbidden,
when the nectar is heady
and runs thick through the veins;
How powerful is the kiss
of lips so gentle,
like the soft subtle flicker
. . . more
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May 07, 2007 11:13 AM EDT --
Your love blankets me;
I can feel the thaw,
and springtime is born
in my heart;
The raging winter
has taken leave,
replaced by sunny skies,
and I could not want for more
than this, my . . . more
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March 12, 2007 08:19 AM EDT --
It is not the sun that melts me this night,
nor the cold that makes me shiver;
It is your body which brings the heat,
your touch that makes me quiver.
It is your ocean blue eyes that pierce . . . more
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