Tag: poem
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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August 30, 2007 01:14 PM EDT --
The concert was tonight at the local AMPhitheater.
Fans had cAMPed out for weeks waiting for tickets to the show.
The crowd was AMPed up and the stage lAMPs were lit.
The AMPlifiers turned on . . . more
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April 22, 2008 02:48 PM EDT --
Rage thee brutal, rage thee on,
Across the prairie's gentle slopes.
Relentless billows of earthen grit,
Hammering constant, nature's force!
Rage thee harsh, rage thee on,
Swirling . . . more
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July 18, 2008 12:03 PM EDT --
Sheltered path encourages me,
To seek beauty,
To embrace peace,
We hold the keys.
Bubbling fountains nurturing hope,
That we can cope,
That we can see, . . . 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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December 31, 2007 06:16 PM EST --
The darkness knows where I live
The longest night of the year
and it's Winter again
dreams turn into nightmares
and sleep is no escape
sickness means more time spent
indoors under . . . more
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March 27, 2008 03:53 PM EDT --
Luminous brown hair decorates her head
while he explores floating clues of her thoughts
resting on a bump in her mind.
Will he be safe in the folds of her brain?
Vanity's veneer . . . 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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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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March 31, 2008 10:48 AM EDT --
Paciing the bridge, body slow racing,
I await my suitor's arrival.
Like tadpoles under the bridge,
Our words dart in and out
Of conversations just begun.
Will there be more? I wait. . . . more
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October 27, 2007 11:11 AM EDT --
Time has not touched
these tears in my heart.
The product of our love undone.
Where did it go? With your
loving touch and your
gazes, so tender and warm
. . . 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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August 02, 2008 02:35 AM EDT --
Patience, Patience
A sound in my mind
Dark word playing tricks on me
Patience you say but
My soul and my heart
Don't want to wait another day.
Patience is a . . . 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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March 26, 2008 06:54 PM EDT --
RICTAMETER:
Rictameter: 2 4 6 8 10 8 6 4 2 syllables in each of nine lines, 52 syllables in nine lines, first and last lines must be same word.
My friend
wears oxygen . . . more
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May 10, 2007 01:30 AM EDT --
“My imaginary boyfriend,”
Miss Pretty said, “will send
Me red roses and boxes of chocs;
Buy me black stockings and tight fitting frocks.
He’ll take to theatre to see modern plays, . . . more
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July 13, 2008 09:38 PM EDT --
Our ancestors sing
within us we hear their truth
to brighten our path.
more
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July 14, 2008 11:37 AM EDT --
Great Owl
The rain has stopped.
Southwesterly winds howl throughout the night;
But I've preened myself to go out into the darkness.
My large . . . more
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February 09, 2008 02:04 AM EST --
AVALON
Skeptics sightless to magic screened portal.
Toads croak hints, fireflys signal path.
Truly young at heart dare venture.
Beyond the end of rainbows
imps, elves, pixies reside. . . . more
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March 07, 2008 08:11 AM EST --
She was the last companion,
The constant figure at your side
Through the deep snow and icy wind
Of the Siberian winter.
In the freezing nights she would climb
Beneath the covers of your bed . . . more
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