Tag: arts
group name: poetspassion
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September 18, 2007 10:41 PM EDT --
Art happens--no hovel is safe from it, no prince may depend on it, the vastest intelligence cannot bring it about. --James Abbott McNeill Whistler
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September 09, 2007 10:52 PM EDT --
What I mean when I say I love you
(another poem)
a beautiful-
cool blue
lovelycanary yellow
hot red-filling, beauty-filled-
wonderful
wonder-filled happening
happening upon we…. . . . more
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June 14, 2007 01:04 PM EDT --
Her eyes reflect the water of the pool
I can not look for it would be to cruel
For such a beautiful Nymph to see
A horrible Satyr like me
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June 15, 2007 11:05 AM EDT --
Why do you invade my space?
I feel you all over the place
In my clothes and in my food
I’m really not in the mood
I feel you crawling on my skin
Even when I haven’t touched the gin
I . . . more
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August 05, 2007 10:50 AM EDT --
Never Again
She asked me to kill a mouse because I am the man.
Because I don't feel, like her.
We fought when I didn't get around to it.
Because I was lazy, because it's . . . more
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January 20, 2007 10:13 AM EST --
I'm with you
For your hands giving me delight
For life that you feed me
For memories still alive
For music, for wine
For this trip into the unknown
For you I'm
For the loneliness that I . . . more
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September 10, 2007 03:41 PM EDT --
BEDROOM
in the brevity of this room
where we last were we,
before the searing darkness
of dead stars burned
these holes in my heart –
before the sadness of trees
in the middle days of . . . more
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August 12, 2007 12:50 PM EDT --
Here I am
silent awake
from hellish
nightmares
burning bodies
screaming over
flaming vapours
and I just cant pray
because God
listen me
no more
take a look
to heavens
hes gone.
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July 14, 2007 02:23 PM EDT --
It's a chilly Autumn morn
It's just the break of . . . more
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January 20, 2007 10:04 AM EST --
I touch the interiors of black abyss
And I feel death in my hand
I turn her over in my fingers
I dance with her in the moonshine
The shameless waltz of my dark thoughts
I penetrate her incorporeality . . . more
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March 12, 2007 12:17 AM EDT --
Rites of winter
where are stopped
the interminable blossomings
when an ease can be achieved
surviving by a fire
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April 02, 2007 02:26 PM EDT --
Three Studies & a Canvas
our earth with its great
blotches
of ugly art
each of which able
to smother
flocks of chickadees
Study in oi
the boy has spent young manhood
destroying . . . more
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May 20, 2007 05:58 PM EDT --
This is a poem that I wrote a few years ago, in reflection of my childhood abuse. It is the first page of my memoir, which is still a work in progress. It is sensitive material, so please read with that . . . more
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June 21, 2007 08:20 PM EDT --
Lost in Manic Daydreams . . . more
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January 27, 2007 03:57 AM EST --
Sunken by you
For ever
I became a shell
Listening with attention , waiting,
For the high tide
You would tackle me
Inside you
Relishing
The magnitude of your love
My ocean . . . more
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March 13, 2007 08:12 PM EDT --
To JFW http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.jsp?articleId=281474976930817
for his winged words and vibrant verse:
I praise
a spark
a flame
your name
your fame
will never fade
for carved in jade
with diamond's . . . more
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April 21, 2007 11:14 PM EDT --
In between the sweet spring scenes
Lies a plot that’s rarely seen
Stones in ruin, love that’s been
Abandoned on this wind-swept fen.
All the words we shared, breathe out
But no one’s . . . more
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January 20, 2007 10:11 AM EST --
The trip the next day
An unnecessary trip
Which I dedicate to you
How every action
Even this the most prosaic
I look at the world
In order to know more
In order to give you
Still more . . . more
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January 15, 2007 01:15 PM EST --
A Great Depression eroded hearts,
A hard life exacting hard labor
with little money to show for it
and even less time for fun.
Nights out were so very rare
infrequent escapes became . . . more
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May 01, 2007 02:08 PM EDT --
I've been in this bag for so long
Stuffed on a shelf and forgotten
By the time anyone finds me
They may find that I've gone rotten
I use to get so excited
When the cupboard door would open
But . . . more
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