Tag: poetry
group name: simplyfabulous
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March 15, 2008 10:49 PM EDT --
CHATTERTON
Poetry is the art of making empty chairs
Seem full
With a cushioned word.
Your chair no longer curved
To hold your body.
The arsenic.
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January 13, 2008 11:11 PM EST --
N ever give up when the road is uphill
never; forget as you wind down that road
never; stop searching for that one common goal
when you write about life- it opens new doors
look to your pal . . . more
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January 29, 2008 09:26 PM EST --
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
- Robert Frost . . . more
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February 02, 2008 10:08 AM EST --
In and out of my life you fly,
like a bird with broken wings;
You come to me for a fix,
knowing when you're ready
I will free you to soar again.
Its not easy being the fixer of broken . . . more
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January 17, 2008 03:30 PM EST --
Mama used to say
It smells like snow ,
and I didn't understand,
but knew that when she said it,
snow was surely coming.
Daddy would put chains on his truck,
and . . . more
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February 01, 2008 05:28 PM EST --
I was always the good girl,
never saying what I felt,
never being who I was,
good at pretending,
a master of lies,
good at smiling
when I had tears to cry.
But the price . . . more
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February 04, 2008 09:02 AM EST --
I open to you like a flower blooming,
unveiling a beauty
even I do not recognize.
Who is this women before you?
You wash over me
and the layers fall away;
I no longer recognize who . . . more
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February 19, 2008 08:31 AM EST --
Oh, Muse!
Why must you sleep?
Why must you hide
when I need you the most?
Have the words run dry?
I try and I try
to conjure you up;
You escape me!
You pester . . . more
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January 23, 2008 12:14 AM EST --
(This poem is dedicated to my fellow founding Gather Guides, who I consider to be my dear friends. I wish them nothing but the best as we move on from our Gather Guide . . . more
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February 24, 2008 11:33 AM EST --
Strange and beautiful,
silent stalker filled with grace;
Death is a whisper;
Time, a dark shadow looming,
reflecting on mirrored glass.
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February 20, 2008 08:49 AM EST --
Green shoot
Splash of yellow
Breaking through winter's ground
Warmth of spring is soon approaching
Death fades
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March 03, 2008 10:34 AM EST --
What can be said
of this sudden display,
this explosion of
Color on the earth,
so recently barren
from the long cold chill of
Winter. . . . more
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March 17, 2008 01:35 PM EDT --
I know that it's Saint Paddy's Day,
the day of wearing green,
but I just have to tell you,
green just ain't my thing.
Don't get me wrong,
I love green grass,
and the . . . more
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January 29, 2008 12:18 PM EST --
In this place, I find my Eden
and like the whisper of butterfly wings
I move softly,
afraid my presence might
disturb that which is holy;
I kneel on mossy ground
as sunlight washes over . . . more
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March 26, 2008 06:54 AM EDT --
The sun rises,
The sun sets.
Another day to love, to laugh, to live;
Yet so often we don't appreciate
these hours so freely given.
We spew venom,
cast stones,
and . . . more
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August 05, 2008 06:03 PM EDT --
I have taken a piece I wrote called, "A Wandering", and condensed it into a poem for a poetry Workshop that I have been taking at The Robert Frost homestead. I do not consider myself . . . more
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March 06, 2008 07:58 AM EST --
Yesterday's gone,
Tomorrow's not here
It's just good in this moment
to have you my dear.
Life is filled with the moments we live in
Let's make the most of this one we've . . . more
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February 23, 2008 04:12 AM EST --
Amnesia arose
I never pardoned you to wake me
With a splash of grief
Thrown on my closed eyes.
Arose I found me amid wetness.
A bed of ocean,
The salt of . . . more
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March 16, 2008 12:05 PM EDT --
The songbirds herald in the morning,
a triumphant welcome to the day!
With trills and melodies
orchestrated by God,
they usher in the sun.
Still in moonlights shadow,
nature's . . . more
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January 25, 2008 08:54 AM EST --
A homecoming
A homecoming
She is coming back with a heavy heart,
Heart tends to be hard
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