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March 12, 2007 02:21 PM EDT --
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The sun blazes.
We know what it is.
Its rays flood .
We chart the physics of them.
That light-wave combo platter
a feast . . . more
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October 17, 2007 10:21 PM EDT --
Buddy Rich had the beat. Levon Helms has it now. Beat the drums slowly or hang it high. The drum is power-Ringo knows. It makes a brave man weak and a weak man strong. The dance of the drums calls to the . . . more
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October 25, 2007 01:45 AM EDT --
I will wait until the breezes no longer blow.
And I will watch the sea until there is no more.
I will move with the winds until the night is still.
And I will reach for the stars until I lose . . . more
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August 06, 2007 02:50 AM EDT --
There is a word
It is a name for something you can see
If I tell you the word
You can no longer see that thing
You will see the word
The word will . . . more
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November 07, 2007 12:39 PM EST --
Here we are
planted, rooted atop
another’s base
seeking shelter under
an intricate fan
of drooping mango leaves;
it’s fruit hangs heavy
tempting taste.
Privately, . . . more
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October 28, 2007 03:22 AM EDT --
Blueberry melon
ripens on the summer vine
Cantaloupe surprise
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December 24, 2007 12:28 AM EST --
pardon my disinterest
to converse. tooth ache
is no joke. sanitary ware
was a bloody mess after I
brushed with medicated
paste . in my mouth
rolled tongue feels akin to
fuselage . . . more
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December 02, 2007 04:09 PM EST --
Be still, my love, hold this moment
on your tongue, like sugar
or adoration.
They come so few and far between
that each is worthy of being
cast in bronze.
Words will have to do.
We have just . . . more
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November 26, 2007 12:24 PM EST --
deciphering words
amidst tattered pages-
resulting from folding
refolding,
of yellowing letters,
wrapped carefully
with love.
a single tear flows.
This is for my mom. She . . . more
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November 14, 2007 09:55 PM EST --
your eyes behind me
startling, dark, danger waits
this will not end well
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November 16, 2007 08:35 PM EST --
how did I get here?
it is not what I wanted.
can I take it back?
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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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November 06, 2007 08:49 PM EST --
It made the papers, you know.
Air Force Colonel struck low by lust,
And me, his accuser.
He told me he loved me,
Elf-skinny, hair in a bob, freckled,
Worthy of love, at seven.
I believed, as did . . . more
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December 18, 2007 08:26 AM EST --
in my head, lights keep dancing;
closing my eyes I see ceaselessly ,
images I had deliberately made myself forget.
with determination I yet again brush aside that unfinished chapter,
which . . . more
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May 23, 2007 03:23 AM EDT --
Baby
Baby,
cuddly, innocent,
giggling, smiling, crying
We are finally parents.
Complete.
mn - 2007
This is only my second attempt at a cinquain - please feel free to critique. ~ Marilyn
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November 16, 2007 11:05 PM EST --
Slowly, sweetheart, slowly.
It took years to wrap this gift.
Each separate layer, each application of tape
Considered for its color, its placement;
I didn't want the paper to pucker,
Or the pattern . . . more
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November 07, 2007 12:38 AM EST --
I woke to find my dream degree arriving by the door.
I stepped outside and in again before I hit the floor.
A matching pair of silhouettes to view and then to store,
Achievements now behind . . . more
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November 17, 2007 09:49 PM EST --
I want to rattle the bars of propriety
and dream an Eden where the only
original sin is to reject the pleasure
our bodies can give us, and fig leaves
are merely the bowls from which
lovers' pursed . . . more
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November 11, 2007 09:22 PM EST --
I wrote my first poem at six. I don't have a copy of it saved, but I do remember that it was four lines long, rhymed and was full of patriotic sentiment-- my father was in the Air Force, and as his . . . more
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November 20, 2007 08:08 PM EST --
The textbook tells me that entropy is
Energy broken down in irretrievable heat.
Irretrievable seems a word ripe with regret.
Surely, for us, it's more complicated. And
Is it better to fight or . . . more
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