Tag: poems
group name: freedominpoetry
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May 09, 2007 06:58 AM EDT --
Untitled
They say that tomorrow is as yet unwritten
yet each day for me is a repetition of yesterday
and predicting my own future is as simple
As recollecting my sordid . . . more
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May 09, 2007 06:51 AM EDT --
De Ja Vu
I knew you well a long time ago.
In another place,
at another time;
a friendship of the soul
A bond forged
for reasons
Neither of us know,
Just a feeling
that we . . . more
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June 17, 2007 12:14 AM EDT --
They lived as married . . . 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 26, 2008 09:12 PM EDT --
Once I thought to be in love
Once I had someone love me
When I was young and unaware
Of how fragile true love could be
Once I broke a young girl's heart
By carelessly . . . more
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September 11, 2007 01:21 PM EDT --
I adopted your dog today
The one you left at the pound
The one you had for seven years
and no longer wanted around.
I adopted your dog today
Do you know he's lost weight?
Do you know he's scared . . . more
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June 24, 2007 11:19 PM EDT --
I can make you love me,
Just give me a chance.
I'll supply the music
If you just let me dance.
You're the one I want to love.
Please give me your heart
I'll give you . . . 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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June 28, 2008 10:12 AM EDT --
Ordinarily it wouldn't have happened,
But the booze went to my head.
I lost my inhibitions
And I wound up in your bed.
You looked into my eyes
And lit my body's fire
Pressed your lips . . . more
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July 05, 2008 03:59 AM EDT --
In the park
a chubby pink child
rests on a bench
in her mother's arms,
eating long strands of blond hair
in affectionate clumps,
and staring at embracing lovers
who smile back.
In . . . more
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July 13, 2008 03:12 PM EDT --
I used to keep my heart
In a woven wicker basket
On a cluttered closet shelf.
It was safe there.
You came along one day
bringing candied sunshine on a stick,
I put it away in a black box . . . more
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September 24, 2007 04:17 PM EDT --
the coffee smelled so warm of vanilla and pleasure
the new fall morning was crisp
and I enjoyed any excuse to be with you
so rare these teenage days
we would drive down foxton road to . . . more
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September 10, 2007 09:39 AM EDT --
POETRY CENTRAL Volume 3, Number 5 ~Poems on Poems~
A poem should be motionless . . . more
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March 04, 2007 09:22 PM EST --
You knew I didn't love you
You knew I didn't care
You knew that I would walk away
And never would be there
You knew my heart was frozen
You knew I was so cold
You knew that when . . . more
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August 27, 2007 12:00 AM EDT --
Never project emotion.
They will only mistake
anger for arrogance
tears for weakness
If you show fear
they will strike.
Smile. Smile. Smile.
Shake hands.
Make eye contact. . . . more
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November 16, 2007 01:46 AM EST --
It had been a long time since I saw you,
Then somebody told me you died.
Despite all the years, I stopped where I stood,
And I fell to me knees, and I cried.
It's funny how life goes on. . . . more
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June 30, 2008 02:51 AM EDT --
Alone in the darkness,
I stand at my window
and gaze down on my deserted block,
barely lit by a single street lamp.
Suddenly, I see him,
The old man sitting lonely
On the September cold, . . . more
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June 06, 2008 09:29 PM EDT --
I watch you walk away
And I get scared you won't come back,
So my systems start to get muddled
and my life gets knocked off track.
Deep down I know you love me,
But I always want you near. . . . more
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June 26, 2008 08:25 PM EDT --
It is a hot Sunday morning.
My restless eyes move around the chapel
And focus on the old man
Who sits across the aisle
In a homemade wheelchair.
I wonder what he thinks and feels
As he blinks . . . more
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