Tag: life
group name: passionatepoetry
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December 18, 2007 07:41 PM EST --
How come they say good things come to those who wait...
But yet it has taken me over fours years to find my mate...
I keep chasing falling stars...
And all that keeps doing is leaving me with . . .
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December 26, 2007 06:32 PM EST --
Re-reading things of the past,
and I think how can this be true?
I see the things that were once said,
but how can this be true?
Yes it's been a while since then...
But you act as if it's . . .
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June 12, 2008 07:31 PM EDT --
Reversing the forward
Personifying rewind
In the direction I walk toward
For my future to be realigned.
Fun in a freedom juvenile
Locked in memorabilia
. . .
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June 26, 2008 10:35 AM EDT --
FLOW
eternal bridging
cleansing the past in ripples
forgetting time
wandering with a purpose
always moving forward
Michelle . . .
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September 20, 2008 02:50 PM EDT --
Rain in Cups
I remember that time when we stood in a distant place
The way the trees were so thick they hid the sky
And our hearts beat hard there in the midst of . . .
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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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September 25, 2008 08:12 PM EDT --
For David Foster Wallace (1962-2008) who schooled us all.
I was staying in Claremont, California, less than a mile from where he taught at my old alma mater, Pomona College, considered . . .
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November 04, 2008 08:54 AM EST --
BOOK OF MY LIFE
The cover is worn
the pages are tattered
the printing, faded;
it's been beaten and battered.
Some pages are missing
by the wind they were torn
some pages . . .
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November 21, 2008 10:53 PM EST --
Un time ly Sa n ta
Let's play Santa with the backyard children.
It is early fall with ashes and golds.
Touch the heads with hazel hairs, careless
tussle with them, offer sweets . . .
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October 17, 2008 05:22 AM EDT --
Wall Street Piggies
Ring the bell
for Wall Street
and ravenous greed
. . .
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November 14, 2008 04:29 AM EST --
Unity
I
do not
stand alone
when you are
with me both
night and day
not so much in
your thoughts . . .
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July 02, 2008 08:30 AM EDT --
FIREWORKS
I shot something into the air,
The cat I was trying to scare .
The firework came down,
My mom made a frown,
Now my bottom is stuck in this chair!
In . . .
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November 23, 2008 12:11 AM EST --
Everything returns
"Returns are welcome"
is written over the sealed envelope
of his life. His first pet,
which came from near-death
and with his help,
became . . .
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June 19, 2008 10:39 AM EDT --
THE EDGES OF ME
Where am I?
Lost somewhere
between yesterday
and
tomorrow
...
I have become
deaf
and
blind
to the Now.
. . .
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March 25, 2008 11:22 AM EDT --
He has no calendar
His cheap cigar burns to suppress smells.
A moment of respite and a strike
To light up the smokes from a death-stick.
Now a young sun leans on blue terrace. . . .
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March 26, 2008 10:46 AM EDT --
To the psychiatrist
---------------------------------------------------
Tell her who is resting on your couch,
A cliché we live
Spread amid the movements of planets, . . .
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October 13, 2008 05:04 PM EDT --
I saw the wind in your eyes
And you saw me see it
So you looked away.
Now I wonder where you've drifted to,
Like a yellow leaf with brown edges
Ever falling.
. . .
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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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November 26, 2008 10:39 PM EST --
No "no entry"
In a deserted sole
of a wasted shoe
a snail can find its home.
It can begin anew.
Have you learned something from
the snail on the subject
of ownership, . . .
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March 30, 2008 06:26 AM EDT --
Insecurity
The bike and its rounds,
Everyday at this time,
The sound like a child
Whining in insecurity.
Air fiddles with her hair who
Stands at the balcony.
From there the . . .
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