Tag: arts
group name: freedominpoetry
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October 06, 2007 08:35 PM EDT --
The New River flows up and down and all around the south. It is the oldest river in the United States, I have been told.
The Watauga River, the Catawba River, the Cumberland River sweep through the mountains . . . more
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February 01, 2007 06:58 PM EST --
Lonely landless heartaches
Found mournful hearts and
Remembered passing migrants
On tracks that
Forever hide the rhytm
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May 14, 2007 07:34 PM EDT --
I've always loved the poetry of Pablo Neruda (1904-1973), Chilean poet, diplomat, politician, and 1971 Nobel Laureate in Literature. His Twenty Poems of Love and a Song of Despair are a classic, and . . . more
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September 30, 2007 07:39 PM EDT --
In the desert it rains in your dreams or on occasion.
In the desert the rain is miles away
And the sky is painted black and blue and gold and white.
In the desert it rains with the odor of a thousand . . . more
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February 01, 2007 06:55 PM EST --
Couldn't think of a good title for this one.
Rosewood blessings from Orleans
Speak of serpent's daughter
Who found silent desire
Sitting in a rose-colored glass
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October 28, 2007 10:50 PM EDT --
T he wind moves swiftly through the October night as
the dancing leaves begin their yearly flight.
Embracing the autumn fairy as she celebrates the season
Protecting . . . more
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January 23, 2007 09:06 AM EST --
People look but they don't see
Anything inside of me
They don't wonder, they don't ask
But I don't care, I have a task
It is a thing I must fulfill
If I can summon up the will
A story that . . . more
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February 11, 2007 08:12 AM EST --
Could man wander
Through his mothers garden
And ignore
The damage he has done?
Does he realise
That he raped his sister
While she was
Dancing in her fields?
Will he ever know
He stole his daughters . . . more
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January 22, 2007 11:26 AM EST --
Spellbinding waters are tugging
Against bewitching dunes
Glowing summers evening
Breath sandy dreams
A glistening moon binds
Your unsuspecting gentle flirtations
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May 22, 2007 06:10 PM EDT --
Tango between paper and pen.Ink running like sweat down brow I twist and turn in your arms. words appearing,scribbles on page,frantically etched into time. Words beginning as thoughts and moving . . . more
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November 29, 2006 07:02 PM EST --
The Question was written December 26, 1996, the day my wife of 15 years arrived home from work to inform me she no longer wanted the honor of that title. As one can imagine, the devastation was complete. . . . more
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February 22, 2007 11:39 PM EST --
Derek Anthony Beall
April 24, 1989 - February 16, 2007
In the early morning hours of Friday, February 16, 2007 my 17-year-old son reached the agonizing conclusion that whatever problems . . . more
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August 10, 2007 10:33 AM EDT --
I cry so hard
the tears can’t fall.
My breath rasps in
each ragged sin.
Oh why did I have
to love at all?
Why couldn’t I have
just stayed small?
But I’m in the . . . more
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November 03, 2006 05:38 PM EST --
Secret Affection
And a transitory stillness set into his
lungs as he stood behind the
pleasant girl immersed into a Mother Jones
article on Third World poverty,
and when the bouncing railcar . . . more
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December 10, 2006 04:18 PM EST --
Celtic Magic
Misty mountains
Verdant glens
Celtic magic
Take me back
Again
Back to the land of my ancestors
Back to a world full of myth
Back to a life
Blessed
By all of Nature's . . . more
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February 23, 2007 01:39 PM EST --
Night created a vacuum,
the world outside vanished,
white walled universe squared
around the kids. The stairs -
sirens - calling reform, they knew.
They wished for silence in the dark.
They . . . more
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December 07, 2007 09:02 PM EST --
do you crazy love?
bubbling, shattering, hot,
cold and wild and gone
like star dust i move
my crazy love is doomed to
scatter into space
before i . . . more
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January 04, 2007 12:05 PM EST --
Atlantis Waits
Beneath the salty waves, I lie
My home a ruin, my life a sigh.
Currents change and currents flow
Yet here I lie deep down below.
Once I dreamed of love and light
Now I'm . . . more
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November 29, 2006 08:56 PM EST --
Dedicated to Linda Denise McFarlane Beall
Through the mist she appears
eyes glowing, hair flowing.
Like a spirit materializing from thin air
she becomes a vision to behold.
With a voice as soft and sweet . . . more
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May 05, 2007 03:24 PM EDT --
my step dad and I have been working on a poem about my best friend and sister
there are two of them right now but we are combinding the to so here we go:
My verision:
you said you would always be there . . . more
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