Tag: family
group name: passionatepoetry
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May 16, 2008 03:05 AM EDT --
two people
met somewhere in their life
they don't remember when
it doesn't matter
they get to know each other better
even if they don't want to
because not wanting . . .
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April 22, 2008 08:17 PM EDT --
No cables
No signature labels
No presidential tables
But I keep on coming back
No aircons
No recreations
No healthy conversations
But I keep on coming back to this
. . .
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January 01, 2008 04:12 PM EST --
How do I slip out of my
ordinary existence into the
electric
sensual-ness
of your hand
it's so warm and
mine fits so snuggly against
it
I close my eyes
to imagine
my heart feels swollen . . .
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September 07, 2008 07:04 PM EDT --
Evading any reminiscence
for the price i paid should i credit vision?
for averting and shortening the breath
adding activity to nerves, each respective nerve in breadth
it was in the kitchenware . . .
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March 08, 2008 09:42 PM EST --
I wished I was still in the Parc de St. Cloud, wandering around, alone - no one crowding me, just me, enjoying the quiet of the birds and the chatter of old ladies. I had no idea what they were saying, . . .
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November 06, 2008 09:14 AM EST --
Once you've stepped out into the world with shaky feet,
tasted blood from wounds you have licked,
time, with her cold groping fingers, can't take away the imprint of memories. . . .
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May 15, 2008 09:40 PM EDT --
Baby Zackary George Soundis was born Monday May 12th 2008 at 8:48 pm. He weighed 9lbs and 1ounce. He was 21 inches long. Which makes me an aunty for the first time. His parents are my brother George . . .
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October 25, 2008 08:51 PM EDT --
Lying half awake at 1 a.m.
Listening to Circles in the Sand
Thoughts of you drift by
My sleepy mind's eye.
And even though we were never there together
I see us side . . .
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November 12, 2008 11:08 AM EST --
It wasn't in my head
To change your life, or mine
For that matter
With that first kiss
That "tore you out of the frame"
Pressed its red hot brand
. . .
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December 22, 2007 12:25 PM EST --
Citronella, bug-dope
child hood memories,
bug juice and
dark cold swimming holes,
water to numb the toes
stubbed on granite stepping
stones
bloody knees from bumpy, back roads
loose-dirt bike . . .
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October 23, 2008 05:54 PM EDT --
my mistakes
Are the lashings i received
in place of the inherit qualities bestowed upon demigods
following what i believed
always finding truth in ways that's hard
given advice,
i intend . . .
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July 12, 2008 03:10 AM EDT --
Pill s
Sounds of a crow, incessant rippling through the wind
Let her know how much more loneliness can there be.
She picks up the knitting and stumbles at the door
Of memory, . . .
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July 13, 2008 08:37 AM EDT --
A blank call
This road ends in another and she knows
that will somehow amalgamate into
the one now he lives. Sky conjures raindrops.
Hate is what she feels at times. Then again . . .
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March 20, 2008 04:56 PM EDT --
I sat by the bedside the day my father died.
The cancer that had riddled
His soul now had complete control.
He fought kicking and screaming the night the
Ambulance . . .
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December 09, 2007 08:18 PM EST --
Was the expression "queer as a 2 dollar bill"? or
Was it a 3 dollar bill?
My mind wandered in its confusion. Why was
This here?
Then the past
Rushed in
Flushing my face as I thought . . .
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May 12, 2008 07:27 PM EDT --
I long
For that sun-filled eagle-walled room
of a day
breathed briefly into my life
The sun laying quietly on the
Worn golden couch
I smell the outdoors-fresh pine trees
and hear the brook-water-trickle . . .
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February 01, 2008 07:11 AM EST --
I wanted
to beat him
beat him to within an inch of his life
I wanted him to feel
this pain and suffering
we all stood here and felt now
But how could I demonstrate
the mental anguish
. . .
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January 25, 2008 07:01 AM EST --
I watch as my dear father shuffles laboriously across the bumpy ice. I agitate with false starts towards him and then back away for I want to carry him to saftey but dare not touch him.
He winces with . . .
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January 25, 2008 07:06 AM EST --
I made a joke
(at least it made me laugh)
in my email to "bro"
but as he read it
in some dinky shack
in Chad
he didn't think it was funny
He doesn't understand
if I don't . . .
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May 31, 2008 10:13 AM EDT --
This is the result of some dream rising inside after a quarrel with a friend who has importance enough to cause bleeding. At night I dream of a fight and that I am left bleeding at a desert. . . .
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