Tag: writing
group name: poetspassion
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August 12, 2007 11:50 AM EDT --
R each the stars and fly me across the moon
Abeautiful melody pass through this destiny
J ust for pretending the sadness smile
E nclose the dreams for all memories
N ear me a fairies sleep like an angel . . . more
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January 30, 2008 04:30 PM EST --
When my time on earth is past and my
Ashes have been scattered to the wind,
Will you recall the sound of my voice and
Hear it echo somewhere in the distance?
Will your arms . . . more
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March 02, 2007 03:07 PM EST --
you arrive in disguise,
no longer vague,
your nakedness lost in
a sweep of black.
your honesty rips me
out of my head
and when i snap back,
if I could breathe,
i would scream your name.
i want . . . more
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July 21, 2007 12:31 PM EDT --
This poem is based on true events reported in a local newspaper.
She loved him so much
She shot him twice
Left him once
For dead
In love’s name
Anyhow, he lived, somehow
Her guilt drove . . . more
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November 24, 2007 01:58 PM EST --
This isn't beautiful anymore.
It doesn't inspire, doesn't even ache
and there is nothing of poetry left in it
except this last one that marks
the tired ebbing away of a shore battered . . . more
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July 12, 2007 01:43 PM EDT --
Jar agape, top agrip
the stalking child shadows
a flying glitter of flaming beetles
While darkness swarmed
flooding the horizon, muffling
day noises, sparking
nocturnal lights of our refusal . . . more
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March 23, 2007 07:51 PM EDT --
A late offering for the unofficial Gatherers Appreciation Day.
Freed Verses
So I’ve liberated four from the drawer.
They’re happy to be out and about.
Andrea had asked, . . . more
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January 18, 2007 11:40 AM EST --
Broken poisoned arrow of trust
pierces sunken heart:
bleeding silently,
with quaking muscle tearing off
pieces, pieces
I hold them out
in loving hands
but find myself alone.
Screaming mutely . . . more
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March 17, 2007 10:11 PM EDT --
Concern clouds the eyes,
an impending storm of doubt
rolling through the mind;
yet creation pulsates,
on the brink of blossoming.
Cathleen Perez
©2007
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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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October 19, 2007 06:09 PM EDT --
To a Rose
Oh Rose as bright as yonder sun,
Which lights the world’s life never done,
And shows to me thy radiance true,
When shown reflected off of you.
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February 23, 2008 10:13 PM EST --
I sit in the darkness
aware awake alive
i see the desert, hurt
there was blood, anarchy
rifles over open fields of straw
and desert shrub
dry dirt
the pain was gone . . . 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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February 23, 2007 08:51 PM EST --
I want to talk
I want to speak
Will you listen?
Will you hear?
Or will you be like
all
the
others
and smile
and nod
Without listening?
Without hearing the words?
I want to speak
I want to talk
What is . . . more
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January 21, 2007 11:15 PM EST --
The last beats echoing
In the silence of the room
Followed by a gasp of despair
The rushing in my ears
The hollowness in my soul
All stopped by utter silence
Time stops, worlds collide . . . more
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February 04, 2007 03:51 AM EST --
I gushed
Betraying my secret
Stored already
In the secret chest
Of my being
God's whether you know
How does happiness look?
Because I know
I am happiness
My heart sings
The sun lighted me . . . more
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May 04, 2007 10:58 AM EDT --
They all rush around
Like they have to be somewhere
But there's no where...just space
The battle is life
Mine's worse than yours
But wait...her's is worse than mine
A girl stands in the middle . . . more
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July 17, 2007 01:29 PM EDT --
With my eyes
I will ask your eyes for permission
To enter the space of your aura.
And if you grant it to me,
I will raise my mouth to
Sweetly kiss your cheeks
As one would greet an old . . . 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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July 29, 2007 06:12 PM EDT --
She taking this long path.
It's cold and lonely.
No one seems to be on it, but her.
She knows there is something at the end.
If only, she could get there.
It's a long journey and . . . more
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