Tag: poem
group name: creativeaction
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December 01, 2006 02:50 AM EST --
She has set me down as foreign love
And borrowed from my eyes her constant fix
Which, being torn from the sockets,
Mellows only for the time it takes to fall
And sing hollow in the frozen bones. . . .
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December 02, 2006 04:27 AM EST --
Crucified
Between two thieves
Beneath a hot sun
Upon wood
With nails
With thorns
With hate
With fears
With sweat
With blood
With torn tissue
With contradictions
With no mercy . . .
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December 01, 2006 02:39 AM EST --
She, unknowing, with stillborn child,
Mellow in her youthfulness,
Loving in her wren-like narrowness,
Chided without humour
With her hawk-like tongue,
The wide paths of her short years.
. . .
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December 01, 2006 08:11 AM EST --
Perhaps it's forgiveness I have to give,
a will to forget and will that I live.
I've a love that surpassed many a wrong,
I've a hope you to me and me to you do belong.
For some things are . . .
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December 06, 2006 11:24 PM EST --
Two important people in my life I must think of,
one is my father and the other the man I love.
Want both to be happy but at times each ask so much,
makes me feel torn between, I become confused as . . .
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December 08, 2006 02:56 AM EST --
Why widows weep in the long night
And borrowed loves creep in the dark shades
Shall not be known till bishops move
And the vague dollies sing the wide halls
And wear their gowns for the long dead.
Why . . .
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December 22, 2006 02:22 PM EST --
Bring me back, my dead love’s kiss,
I miss the mix and match of our loving days,
The ways of something promised in a touching hand,
The sand of time racing through our joys and ills,
The popping . . .
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December 20, 2006 02:51 PM EST --
"Judge me not," Bass Brinson said,
"The deeds I’ve done ain’t dark as yours,
Nor have I need of words from bores,
Telling me of right and wrong,
Or how my life could be improved, . . .
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November 22, 2006 03:15 AM EST --
Time would never be a friend of yours,
undeniably clear from the start,
shadows would not free your heart,
Never escaping your minds' past wars.
I cried, for you would be unknown to my heart...
You . . .
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November 23, 2006 07:35 AM EST --
I wish I could be like someone else,
I wish I could have trust in myself.
I wish I could see a different way,
I wish I could have alot more to say.
I wish I could be a bit more smart,
I wish I could have . . .
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November 28, 2006 01:07 AM EST --
At the ripening age of young eighteen,
employment was my task it seemed.
At sweet sixteen, I'd had a child,
financial stability became my new trial.
I'd had an interview with 'Muffin . . .
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December 01, 2006 08:05 AM EST --
Like a sheep I would wear the wool over my eyes,
all so that I might save myself from a further demise.
I would be that of a fool and I would live by denial,
just to save myself seeking unwarranted . . .
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December 27, 2006 10:51 AM EST --
A sincere tribute to all my past years
Dreams...
They gave me expectations;
Expectations...
They led me forward.
Experiences...
They gave me wisdom;
Wisdom...
It . . .
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December 06, 2006 10:26 AM EST --
Death is always an interesting subject of poetry. A lot of beautiful poems, that depicts the philosophical beauty of death, are here in our gather community also. My memories go back to the college . . .
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December 19, 2006 11:03 AM EST --
Don't understand why at times I say the nasty things I say,
your guess is as good as mine, as to why I get this way.
"Don't Say It!" screams a voice to me at the back of my mind,
but . . .
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