Tag: prose
group name: freedominpoetry
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June 12, 2007 06:23 PM EDT --
I waited weeks for them, the goslings;
I waited by the willow as it wept for winter's last hurrah;
I waited by the pond's edge as ripples spread near the edge;
I waited under the footbridge, searching . . . more
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December 05, 2007 07:49 AM EST --
Promises can take concrete meanings or entirely abstract ones. I rarely write the way I did here. I am trying different forms of writings. Please do feel free to tell me your opinions.
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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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September 21, 2007 07:12 AM EDT --
Words are like harpoons. Once they go in, they are very hard to pull out.
-Fred Hoyle
Words are alive; cut them and they bleed.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
It's a good thing to be a student of . . . 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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March 10, 2007 12:11 AM EST --
This does not come from my personal experience, but it is my way of reflecting the thoughts and experiences of someone very dear to my heart.
I find myself on my hands and knees,
disoriented . . . more
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August 14, 2007 09:54 AM EDT --
I look around and see so much to do, but my muse calls to me like a voice of light in the darkness.
Dishes to do, laundry to fold...but my muse won't let me go.
He calls to me at the most . . . 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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July 06, 2007 07:29 AM EDT --
My wife is extremely artistic. However, if you asked her if she considered herself an artist, she’d categorically reject the notion. Of this I’m certain. Yet she has . . . more
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October 23, 2006 12:38 PM EDT --
In the acquaintance of the sun,
She's a beacon for my life,
Angelic her demeanor,
In a frame of summer light,
We pass through gentle waters,
That embrace the tender sands,
Footprints languish in our . . . 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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January 05, 2007 10:32 PM EST --
Moonlight Eyes
I walked beside the river,
In the emptiness of night,
The waters carried silver,
Cast by the pale moonlight,
I could faintly hear the ticking,
Of the watch upon my wrist,
And the crisp . . . more
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November 21, 2006 05:24 AM EST --
Breathing is life.
It is involuntary.
We cannot will ourselves to stop.
But we can will ourselves to breathe faster or slower.
But even this feat cannot last forever.
In the end, we must trust enough . . . more
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June 14, 2007 11:29 PM EDT --
Friday Writing Essential, Edward Nudelman, Member Editor
For those who haven’t . . . more
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January 29, 2007 01:45 AM EST --
There is a war raging inside my head;
how many more days will I lie in this bed?
Depression so dark I cannot see,
anxiety so thick I cannot breath.
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March 14, 2007 12:41 AM EDT --
It looks like me,
sounds like me,
and may often consume me,
though I assure you,
it is not me.
It may speak for me,
think for me,
and may even act for me,
but I promise you,
it is not . . . more
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March 17, 2007 01:12 AM EDT --
Rotting in prison, here I shall stay;
cold, cramped, and dark in this lonely cell.
Visitors come, but I usually run them away;
no one should see me in this hell.
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February 12, 2007 09:59 PM EST --
The most powerful of weapons shall ne'er cease to be,
those who will hurt me know this the best,
they deem me formidable, and not quick to scare,
so of all that is magic and mystical,
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February 19, 2007 09:47 PM EST --
With all the strength I may command,
cast these demons away,
purge them from my being,
only discovering with great dismay,
that they remain ignoring my sincerest demand.
What do I . . . more
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