Tag: living
group name: poetspassion
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March 08, 2007 07:18 PM EST --
(This is another poem I wrote when I was a teenager)
To be a friend or not to be
That's the question you ask me
You want me to do something that's wrong
I didn't know confusion . . . more
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January 28, 2007 02:45 PM EST --
These birds are psychotic
they break through my dreams
crying with daylight
in another two moonfuls
they'll abandon me
like a springtime lover decked in pink leaves
only to crumble in . . . more
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January 05, 2007 02:27 PM EST --
Time
Time
slips by silently
in a rush.
Unstoppable
as it passes
leaving only memories
in its wake.
. . . more
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January 02, 2007 01:09 PM EST --
Mama told me
keep away
He'll never stay
He'll walk out on you.
Mama told me
he's not your kind
he'll cross the line
he'll bring hurt to you.
But Mama couldn't . . . more
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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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January 06, 2007 10:36 PM EST --
What happened to the youthful days
when bedtime meant falling onto the sheets
in the wee hours of the morning,
mascara streaks across the pillowcase,
too tired to wash face
after dancing and . . . more
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February 08, 2008 08:15 PM EST --
(I'm republishing some of my old poems)
I float, weightless
bouyant
carried inward
on saline waves.
Peacefully my subconcious
observes every . . . more
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March 02, 2008 02:50 PM EST --
(republished)
Reflections on a windswept day
gotta go, no time to play.
Busy is the way we live
no time to rest, even less to give.
We no longer stop to smell the rose . . . more
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January 01, 2007 09:47 AM EST --
Not the year ahead
but the now of this today.
Your precious canvas.
more
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February 23, 2007 08:47 PM EST --
Five falls have passed
Five winters
Five springs
And five summers
I've seen five birthdays
Five Easters
Five Thanksgivings
and Five Christmas Eves
It's been five years . . . more
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January 15, 2008 08:26 AM EST --
(republished for poetry groups)
I'm not a go-getter, appointment setter, fortune 500,
tennis shoes in the drawer, scratch for more.
I don't get IRA, 401K, bonus . . . more
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March 04, 2008 11:21 AM EST --
aches and pains are like badges
mark times and places that matter most
the scars you touch prompt memories
tattoos the mark of living ghost
sometimes you need rememberence
for peace of mind . . . more
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April 08, 2007 10:38 PM EDT --
How shall I begin? Where would I end ?
Many tribulations I thought I would not survive.
Yet, I still breathe and stronger for the breaking. But now...here...a mountain so high...
its peak soars . . . more
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September 11, 2007 12:04 AM EDT --
I went walking in the park Labor Day weekend and came across this vine-like tree growing into a stone wall. I immediately related with the tree, supported by solid facticity, living . . . more
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January 01, 2007 09:38 AM EST --
Every sunrise new.
Moments make the year good will.
Count the smiles, not tears.
more
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March 05, 2007 09:43 PM EST --
I loved to see the days go by
all blue and green and gold
It showed me that the world was mine
and all its glories would unfold.
I loved the blueness of the sky
with clouds all drifting 'round . . . more
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February 09, 2008 01:00 PM EST --
(I'm republishing some of my old poems)
For $7.50
I liberate my psyche.
Popcorn accompanies
my
celluloid fantasies.
My mind . . . more
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September 13, 2007 07:32 PM EDT --
"CHILD, IT'S OKAY..."
Cheer up child, for it's okay,
the norm's dreams are just not your thing.
Don't need that car or that white picket fence,
nor the over-done flambouyant . . . more
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December 29, 2006 12:54 PM EST --
Letdown
Presents opened and put away
Cookies stale and crumbled
Naked tree waiting to go back behind the basement stair
House in total disarray
Emails to answer and bills to . . . more
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December 30, 2006 01:16 PM EST --
The Colors of Life
A new year, a clean slate
Much like the rush of opening the 64 box of crayons for the first time
Or being the lucky one
To have the first swirl from the peanut butter . . . more
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