Tag: world
group name: freedominpoetry
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August 12, 2008 09:06 PM EDT --
Another one of my poems from my collection...enjoy!
Chance Encounter
I looked outside my window,
I saw it running, as if scared.
It had . . . more
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February 09, 2008 08:25 AM EST --
My daughters were of Eurynome line
Spewed from Mother Gaia's womb
Enter, stage left, each a Unique Pandorian Proverb
Not yet captured in a Bible of any kind.
So wrote we new stories, empowering... . . . more
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November 21, 2007 06:11 PM EST --
There is no pain too great to share, my love,
For I am tall and have strong shoulders,
Hands made for holding, hips made for bearing,
And a heart large enough for two or three,
at the very least. . . . more
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January 09, 2007 08:49 PM EST --
The Forgotten Children
Children bereft of love,
Forlornness haunts there eyes,
A stare beyond steel bars,
All they have known within there lives,
A rope restrains their hands,
The same questions . . . more
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April 20, 2008 12:15 AM EDT --
Faces of death
Sunset, now, on my window begging to write it
A purple suicide note.
'Come on write it for yourself.' I may have uttered.
Selfish-man as I am
Or a man who . . . more
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April 23, 2008 02:47 PM EDT --
A night ride
A sweet breeze touches the face, plays with locks,
The car moves with the light and shadow of night.
The torn blanket drawn over by side street
The breeze becomes . . . more
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May 02, 2008 08:56 AM EDT --
Sleep
The blissful sleep. The leaves of trees in silent fall.
A pair of eyes in profuse sweating. A fly's buzz.
All that dirt around us is not profaning him.
Watch with thirst, . . . more
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April 15, 2008 09:13 AM EDT --
Woman inside
The woman inside the skin of his head
Picks up those stones they have thrown and builds a
Rock garden amid the mess of days, nights
And life.
The curious world . . . more
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May 01, 2008 08:46 AM EDT --
Island
They say it is five hour's journey to land.
Five hours to see blue and green waves of salt.
Five hours for one blurred picture of seagulls,
Five hours to observe today . . . more
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November 24, 2007 03:30 PM EST --
She needed damaged dreams
to be repaired, so crane prayers
lifted metal spirits higher
until the storm slammed
into downtown events
as below, on Thirteenth Avenue,
due to rush hour traffic,
. . . more
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April 18, 2008 09:01 AM EDT --
The power-cut at the main street
Outside, the sound of pollution rises.
Midday, hustling around for nickels, sweats.
The power-cut has picked up a book,
The words dance before PC-eyes. . . . more
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February 23, 2007 01:39 PM EST --
Night created a vacuum,
the world outside vanished,
white walled universe squared
around the kids. The stairs -
sirens - calling reform, they knew.
They wished for silence in the dark.
They . . . more
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April 20, 2008 12:27 AM EDT --
Snippet - II
The inventions of do-gooders to hair, skin, teeth
Even age
Lie on the dressing table with double mirror.
She overlooks
The creeping shadow of time on the pane. . . . more
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April 30, 2008 09:30 AM EDT --
Ha! Life!
The sound of an unstable ceiling fan
The window with a permanent landscape.
A buzzing noon in this cabin douses
The race of life and thirsty deaths it yields. . . . more
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May 19, 2008 02:31 AM EDT --
The abused (the dust and the future)
The upturned walls of his mind throbs.
Each flash cuts and pastes scene from past.
Small palms grasp bed sheet, new and crisp.
Eyes water too . . . more
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December 15, 2007 06:47 PM EST --
On his left shoulder sat Patience.
He was a dowdy sort
of fellow who often
went ignored.
But Patience married
Persistance at a very
young age, and thus
was not left alone
for very long . . . more
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March 16, 2007 05:18 PM EDT --
1. Butternut Crab Curry Soup / Spicy Delicious
Ingredients:
1 Qt Butternut squash soup
10 to 12 oz lump Crabmeat
4 scallions - chopped
1 large garlic clove - minced . . . more
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June 17, 2008 07:55 PM EDT --
Birthright
Serpents and Eagles
terrorists and slaves
Enforcement through symbols
deciding who behaves
according to rules,
what is taught in schools,
which way the rivers flow,
the truth . . . more
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June 16, 2008 11:20 AM EDT --
To the quake victims
The tail of the red toy truck can be seen.
If there is any pair of innocent hands
to play with the toy, there is no mind.
Or body.
He holds her quite . . . more
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November 13, 2007 07:36 AM EST --
Never Will The Flowers Grow
Barren feilds of mother earth,
Devasted by mans hand,
Was once a forest filled with sound,
Now mortar, bricks and sand,
I used to . . . more
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