Tag: life
group name: freedominpoetry
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June 07, 2007 06:44 PM EDT --
{Dedicated to my Mother} If I could turn the pages of time, this is my thought for youMother,
I have spent countless hours watching you cook with tender hands of deep love.
You have allowed . . . more
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June 28, 2007 03:40 AM EDT --
I stretch to taste the tears embedded so deep within only to find anguish lingering in the labyrinth, as a child sitting on a hill during a wind storm feeling the . . . more
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August 06, 2008 01:24 AM EDT --
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October 31, 2006 12:15 PM EST --
I love this poem, so in the essence of Halloween.......
Edgar Allan Poe
The Raven
[First published in 1845]
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint . . . more
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February 20, 2007 10:04 AM EST --
The French Quarter sights, drinks and jazz do enthrall.
To be tossed shiny beads some lift shirts, baring all.
Some churches serve Shrove Tuesday pancakes that night:
a "G" rated sensory form . . . 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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September 04, 2007 10:11 AM EDT --
this is a poem I wrote about losing a loved one
. . . more
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February 22, 2007 04:02 PM EST --
The garden of life
Is like an ancient library
Where each question
Discovers a story
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March 01, 2008 03:20 AM EST --
She was so
Overwhelmed
By his words
That she threw
Herself at
Him and made
A complete
Wide-eyed fool
Of herself
By being
So pretty
In a cool
Party of
Dumbstruck broads
That . . . more
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March 02, 2008 03:06 AM EST --
As she turned over
To sleep, she found it
Quite difficult to
Believe that somewhere
In the world someone
Was about to creep
From their beds to a
New fresh day either
With enthusiasm . . . 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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April 02, 2008 09:15 AM EDT --
Vital element:
all life hinges on water.
Too much suffocates.
Too little parches and kills.
Quench us, wash us, let us live.
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January 07, 2007 02:20 PM EST --
Fading Hope
Her Idealistic dreams of one true love,
Constantly occupied her mind,
All hope she ever held,
Has been beaten over time,
She once graced the land,
With a smile and heart of gold,
She gave . . . more
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October 21, 2006 11:24 AM EDT --
In The Company of Angels
For the children who have left here,
And soared through the astral plains,
Unto the arms of heaven,
Though the memories remain,
Now play games with the cherubs,
In clouds beyond . . . more
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February 26, 2008 08:48 PM EST --
The world I left has crumbled
into the abyss of hate,
taking everyone with it.
Happiness enroached on me
like barbed wire to the weeds
slowly taking the life out of me
until I gagged and choked. . . . more
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October 24, 2006 09:22 PM EDT --
Auschwitz
Ghostly tears of lost spirits,
The wounding of whip,
Their memories remain,
Upon the clench of my fist,
As I see the photographs,
Of dead body masses,
Old tattered clothes,
Gold teeth and glasses, . . . more
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December 13, 2007 09:41 PM EST --
This is a re-post from earlier. Thank you for reading again.
Every one leaves
William stays
Everyone is sick of saving me
William stands . . . more
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July 18, 2008 12:42 AM EDT --
I know you have felt it
the surge in your inner core
when sensors in the soul
ignite with numinous energy
vibrant
when something like
rich liquid life flows through your being
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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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March 02, 2008 06:19 AM EST --
As the nun descended
The stairs to the cloister,
Fingering her black wood
Rosary given by
Her mother, sensing the
Cold stone beneath her feet,
The hard brick of the walls,
She mused on . . . more
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