Tag: family
group name: freedominpoetry
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January 02, 2008 06:41 AM EST --
I once looked at the moon and thought it was made of cheese.
My friends laughed at me. I never mentioned it again
I wanted to close my eyes and see only darkness there. rather than the swirling . . . more
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May 14, 2008 10:38 PM EDT --
Hi, this is the second part of my coming home experience. We just moved back into our house after about 6 months of renovation works. Here are more puictures of my new home:
These . . . more
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October 29, 2007 12:45 PM EDT --
The wind stirred my memory
only a moment
I shut out that sadness
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October 02, 2007 12:32 AM EDT --
making
dinner after we fight
hacking
heads off asparagus
tearing
the lettuce to shreds
pounding
abalone with a mallet
searing
the tender flesh
broiling
the garlic bread
stabbing
a mushroom . . . more
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November 04, 2007 07:57 AM EST --
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March 31, 2007 01:06 AM EDT --
I wrote this in the middle of the night after one of my nightmares....Sorry but have to let it out.
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April 08, 2008 07:40 PM EDT --
In the back of our ancient house
I watch the wind push the trees apart
the leaves swirling to the ground
Was I the only one to notice?
My secret, my panaorama to miserly keep
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April 22, 2008 08:17 PM EDT --
No cables
No signature labels
No presidential tables
But I keep on coming back
No aircons
No recreations
No healthy conversations
But I keep on coming back to this
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May 16, 2008 03:05 AM EDT --
two people
met somewhere in their life
they don't remember when
it doesn't matter
they get to know each other better
even if they don't want to
because not wanting . . . more
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October 23, 2006 12:51 PM EDT --
Let Me Dry Your Tears
Please tell me how you feel,
I can not stand to see you cry,
Share with me your burdens,
For I know they plague your mind,
You have been so distant,
I can not feel for you afar, . . . more
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January 04, 2007 09:07 PM EST --
The Little Face of Truth
I see a smile gracing the face of truth,
As my nephew runs free,
In a way I once ran,
And I reach out to the days long gone,
Just holding his hand,
Makes me more of a man,
His . . . more
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December 08, 2007 10:20 PM EST --
In the sixties she drank southern comfort on the rocks
just like Janis
In the seventies she slept in a car by the orange grove
for her freedom
The eighties found her love in her daughters . . . more
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March 15, 2008 07:52 AM EDT --
E leven months
thats all it took
For your body to be ravaged
trapped in cancer
No medicine . . . more
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January 17, 2008 03:30 PM EST --
Mama used to say
It smells like snow ,
and I didn't understand,
but knew that when she said it,
snow was surely coming.
Daddy would put chains on his truck,
and . . . more
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March 31, 2007 02:30 AM EDT --
With our feet we walk around
And see so many things,
It all depends what shape we're in,
Or if our feet have wings.
If I just had a speed bike
I could peddle everywhere
I could even . . . more
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October 26, 2006 07:09 PM EDT --
I wanted to share the lyrics to my favorite song, at present, and possibly introduce you to one of the most talented song writers around. The band, The Decemberists, have a remarkable vocabulary and . . . more
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January 09, 2007 08:49 PM EST --
The Forgotten Children
Children bereft of love,
Forlornness haunts there eyes,
A stare beyond steel bars,
All they have known within there lives,
A rope restrains their hands,
The same questions . . . more
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November 05, 2006 08:53 AM EST --
How I love this time of year…
cinnamon apple potpourri
roasted turkey, cranberries,
squash, apple pie a la mode;
Wind kicks up,
lifts leaves on the ground,
cold sun blows apples to your cheeks . . . more
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October 28, 2006 01:04 PM EDT --
I was there and felt your pain when he hit you.
That was me.
When you cried yourself to sleep because your nightmares were real.
That was me.
Everytime "he" touched you and you hurt so much afterwards. . . . more
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January 28, 2007 08:41 PM EST --
( I'm sorry the formatting is a bit messed up. The editor was not coorperating with me....)(
She picked up the photo album,
dusty and worn, and settled back
into her comfy . . . more
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