Tag: poem
group name: freedominpoetry
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August 23, 2008 01:52 PM EDT --
He guessed that if the four girls
Hadn't been shot in Nazi
Mass shooting, they'd have made good
Wives, mothers and maybe if
They made it through the war good
Grandmothers, too. What . . . more
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January 30, 2008 12:03 PM EST --
Izzy Inksure asked God
To seal her husband's jaw,
To bind his fists,
To teach him not to paw
Or beat or pour his grimy words
Into her ear. Izzy whispered soft.
She whispered low. She . . . more
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September 22, 2007 02:30 PM EDT --
Home from the hospital I read a collection of love poems notice
the bookmark is a page from a mini calendar
September of the previous year one in twelve chance for those
in the habit of using the months . . . more
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February 18, 2007 12:53 AM EST --
I’d give my right arm
To be ambidextrous
I’d give lungs or gills
To be amphibious
I’d give all my mobility
To be ambulatory
I’d give and take
To avoid ambiguity
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October 02, 2007 01:11 AM EDT --
He's coming back baby
like a big bad boom-er-rang
All night long on the interstate
To the exit with your name
Scraping off sparks where pavement dips
Through . . . more
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August 09, 2007 11:47 PM EDT --
Photography by Douglas Gilbert of
Gilbaugh Photography
Dragonfly hovers,
wings out; body lithe and bright,
swoops and darts for snacks:
doomed gnats and mosquitoes snatched.
Then digests. On . . . more
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August 21, 2008 05:55 PM EDT --
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When the frogs die
When the skies darken
When the canopy opens
When the bat eats its last insect
When the song sparrow is silenced
When the sun is blurred black
When the . . . more
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May 12, 2008 12:09 PM EDT --
Ah,
Auschwitz,
Said Josef,
Even today
After all these years,
I can still smell
And taste the
Falling
Ash.
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February 21, 2007 10:20 AM EST --
Smudged heads, examined hearts,
thus, our Lenten fasting starts.
We are dust, but formed by Love
Holy Breath gives life a shove.
Now we long for Love's embrace,
to coax our wills toward . . . more
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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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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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August 27, 2007 11:54 PM EDT --
He knows where they are biting
whether to use bait or a lure
and if he should jig or troll
that a fish feels confident
if you let them have some line
before you give it a big jerk . . . more
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January 13, 2007 03:11 PM EST --
The mysteries of the stars are kept
In files of immense singularity,
Just as one thought of you and me
Would fill up all the spaces of my mind
Am I a mystery to you?
You are a must to me!
How may we . . . more
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July 14, 2007 03:04 AM EDT --
Mother, You have ruined me.
You were all that I clung to.
The door you left open invites me,
"It was acceptable for me, it is acceptable for you."
You were supposed to teach me
how to . . . more
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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 26, 2007 11:30 PM EST --
Convention sets the boundaries
and people choose
fall in or out of line
the family way; the church's say;
village ordinance; rule of law
outlines followed, outlines skipped
the player must decide . . . more
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April 18, 2007 01:53 AM EDT --
One always hates to see
The out-flung trash
Ugly debris
And the spoiling that's comes
To the land along the highway.
After JFK,
During Viet Nam
The nation mourned and moaned
Minds . . . 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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