Tag: poetry
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April 26, 2008 01:36 PM EDT --
Caged: Haiku
pulpy flesh
from the caged tomato ~
the gardener's prisoner
© Autumn Farrington
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February 19, 2008 07:43 PM EST --
"Poltergeist Fury"
I blink to signal to the forceful dam within -
To DRY UP.
I do not want my inner fountain . . . more
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October 05, 2007 11:06 PM EDT --
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October 10, 2008 10:25 AM EDT --
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Resurrection , by Amy George
I don't remember
when you grew wings...
when they flared out
from your back
above the stab wounds
now only scars.
I just remember your . . . more
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February 22, 2008 06:12 PM EST --
Once more I want to ride the carousel,
whose galloping ponies' bright-painted thighs undulate and sing to my core,
and yet fear shrieks: hold fast the pole, hold fast the pole, hold fast the . . . more
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September 14, 2007 07:07 PM EDT --
Hawks
Search for
Plump juicy chickens
For breakfast, lunch, and dinner
They crave fresh meat from daylight to dark
So at times they must settle for just a big black nasty rat
This is known . . . more
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May 26, 2008 10:00 AM EDT --
I used to do it when I was young,
Though I don't do it any more.
I did it in my room all alone
At night after I locked my door.
I could have done it in the day,
But I . . . more
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September 06, 2007 12:22 AM EDT --
Below
there is a storm
raging
flashing lightning
unfurls
like fear and hatred
searching
for souls to steal
hearts
to tear and break
gently you touch my cheek
with sunshine and cool breezes
frothy clouds . . . more
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March 28, 2008 01:47 PM EST --
Beloved
She's with Me now I heard Him say
As I stood looking down upon her face,
It came so sudden, my heart cried, "Nay!"
I'd been too busy at my fast . . . more
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November 15, 2007 01:28 PM EST --
Welcome Poetry Play on Words members and anyone who should happen on this poem.
"It doesn't . . . more
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September 10, 2007 04:22 AM EDT --
Five days old
His father passed on
This great king
Left one son
A childhood taken
In his youth
The castle he fled
A circus
Took him in
Becoming an acrobat
The subjects were sadden
Chaos Broke
The king's . . . more
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June 10, 2007 02:08 PM EDT --
When I was old,
yet in my youth;
I was taught a lie
and learned the truth.
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I lived each day,
while I was dead;
Full of joy,
which brought me dread.
~
I was . . . more
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September 09, 2007 08:09 PM EDT --
Behold, I am left-over crazy
holding in a fragile container
a gourmet dinner of yesterday's
giggles, punctuations and thoughts
opening carefully to the air of
controverted expectation
and the smiles . . . more
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January 08, 2008 11:28 AM EST --
My 2008 Writing Resolutions
Welcome Lists, Lists, and More Lists members and anyone who should happen across this list.
Kimberly Ripley challenged writers to come up with a . . . more
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August 30, 2007 11:22 PM EDT --
On my birthday, August 18th I started a project I've wanted to try for years, writing a poem a day. I've been posting them on my blog. I thought I would share them here, mostly for the comments . . . more
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September 05, 2007 12:45 AM EDT --
Stale as week old bread
The story tried to be told
For the fifteenth time
Using words of color
First, I think I died
It is so difficult to remember these things
When what should be warm blue
Turns to . . . more
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September 08, 2007 04:04 PM EDT --
You are right
you know you are right
you didn't do anything wrong
there is no reason to feel like this
it was under control
but it never left
and you remember
and there you are again
your lungs struggle . . . more
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August 09, 2007 11:40 PM EDT --
The purpose of life is a life of purpose.
- Robert Byrne
ABC's of Sue
A... is for Andrew, my beloved twenty-something son.
B... is for Bellevue, home . . . more
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March 13, 2008 06:20 PM EST --
Some time ago I shared with fellow Gatherers that I had been asked to be the subject of an interview and to have an excerpt of my play LUMPs ( which deals with issues related to breast cancer) published . . . more
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August 30, 2007 11:44 PM EDT --
Fifty
Yellow balloons
Drifting by my window
Waking I wonder if it was
A dream
This is a Cinquian. Syllable count is 2-4-6-8-2. When writing this I thought about that song in eighties . . . more
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