Tag: love
group name: prosegazebo
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October 28, 2007 03:24 PM EDT --
Kaleidoscope
By Carole Shukle
Copyright 1996
What is love?
Midnight on New Year’s Eve? Clamorous horns?
bright jabber, . . . more
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July 01, 2008 01:40 PM EDT --
Summer moon spills in bright pools,
Her large eyes mystify me --
Like they always have.
Challenging her,
I witness the fire spring up,
Sensing the gravity - . . . more
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June 05, 2007 10:54 PM EDT --
DAD
You were my friend and confidant,
You would listen, and judge me not.
More than a father and friend to me.
I miss you even more than I could see.
I know the words were rarely spoken, . . . more
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July 09, 2008 10:23 PM EDT --
When you were young, you held on to me.
I encouraged your growth, even though I had to let go
I cried with your pains and especially your falls.
I was there no matter the strife
because being . . . more
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May 09, 2008 01:46 PM EDT --
Cuando te hayas ido
imaginare que te has perdido.
Y sin pedir licencia
a mi pasado o mi destino
me lanzare a encontrarte en el olvido.
Montare . . . more
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August 15, 2008 06:52 PM EDT --
It has been so long finding this road
That has led me to you, my dear
Twelve years since my divorce and loneliness set in
Try to make its place permanent here
"Don't . . . more
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October 28, 2007 12:30 AM EDT --
This poem was written about my daughter when she was born. I had to remember back quite a few years to remember my feelings. She was born in 1970.
Bonding
. . . more
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August 05, 2007 01:14 PM EDT --
If you say love
I'll jump through a hoop
If you say love love
I'll loop the loop
If you say love love love
I'll be cock of the hoop
I always thought nothing could be worse
Than writing love . . . more
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February 01, 2008 03:20 AM EST --
Spirit,
Leading me through
Errant valleys of life.
Pathways pardoned, purified souls.
Holy.
more
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November 07, 2007 11:36 AM EST --
I enjoy poetry that speaks to daily issues. I worry about today's children, don't you? Perhaps this will speak to you as it did to me:
If children live with criticism, . . . more
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July 19, 2008 03:20 AM EDT --
I was sitting so sad and lonely
Where you came from, I couldn't tell
But as I sat there I began to listen
To a master weaving words with skill.
Your words, . . . more
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March 10, 2008 10:53 PM EDT --
Lying here on the floor
(or is it laying on the floor?)
and do I even care?
(no...right now...I really don't).
Wasn't born a poet, . . . more
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July 07, 2008 12:09 PM EDT --
When I first joined Gather, I posted this as my first article. I know so many new people, and it is going to be 6 years ago this week that I wrote this and she died. Oddly enough, this . . . more
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July 17, 2008 06:59 AM EDT --
As I reread my article, several things jumped out at me. After I got myself scraped off of the ceiling, I realized that this needed some work. It is amazing how much more you notice, . . . more
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November 10, 2007 07:48 PM EST --
Here is the latest poem by my friend Thomas Kemp...once in awhile, he stirs response words in me...I don't profess to be a poet, by somehow dear Thomas always speaks and I listen...
Here's . . . more
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October 09, 2007 08:07 AM EDT --
You killed the fire that burned in me,
The flame that fueled my heart.
And as the last sparks died away,
I knew that soon we'd part.
I now know that I was the fool
Who took no one's advice . . . more
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July 03, 2007 12:10 PM EDT --
My Heart
Who are you, to have captured my heart
that I thought protected from the start?
What have you done to totally sway
my fear and loneliness away?
How did you know the . . . more
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October 28, 2007 12:23 AM EDT --
Minnesota Ties
Carole Shukle
Copyright 1996
Stately sunflowers stand
like golden-haired women
gathered to gossip. Yellow
heads bob in the . . . more
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February 20, 2008 01:28 PM EST --
Homer Hymnlyker,
Basher of bibles,
Scrutinizer of woman, says,
"What needs doing, I do
And if an angel comes and sits on my shoulder
That's my business and not yours."
And . . . more
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March 18, 2008 04:24 PM EDT --
Now I come before the Lord
to thank Him for His life and words
for if He had left the deeds undone
we would be left all alone
But He was here and we have LOVE
and holy forgiveness from above . . . more
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