Tag: writing
group name: passionatepoetry
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December 18, 2007 02:43 PM EST --
I've been dragged deep, far away,
He was never meant to hurt me, not this way.
I was blinded by the moon and shadows made by the light,
Now i'm not here anymore, he took me with the night. . . .
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August 04, 2008 09:12 PM EDT --
"Next Stop Poem Contest Submission"
Night Train Serenade
On still summer nights
with the windows open wide,
I hear faint, familiar music;
steel . . .
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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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December 19, 2007 06:45 AM EST --
Black clouds swirl and whirl around until they
hover
and darken
the sunlight
The leaves rest-
less-
ly flutter
in an airless breeze that
whistles slightly in the window screen
and I can no longer . . .
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May 31, 2008 10:48 PM EDT --
Without a name you are
nor are you with a purpose
no subject chosen for your virtue
you are more precious than my person
poetic verses
how i form thee in your anonymity
unsure of what . . .
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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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November 17, 2008 06:46 AM EST --
Moon for a girl
Passionate moon is reducing
to a pale disk, deep down the dim
tunnel of night. "Don't go." Still moon
peters out. A pitcher-glass, full
with potent . . .
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November 30, 2008 06:40 AM EST --
Can not finish the pain
What is happening today?
Every path is running towards
a window with a blue curtain, pale blue.
The quick-motioned men
are blending into another.
A death can . . .
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May 18, 2008 03:19 AM EDT --
If I'd died while you still loved me,
Then I would never know the pain
of watching you walk away
and being all alone again.
If I'd died in the beginning,
before I memorized your face, . . .
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October 08, 2008 10:06 PM EDT --
No regrets you say. Well I have quite a few,
But my biggest regret is the day I lost you.
I didn't love you when I had the chance
I heard the music, but I wouldn't dance.
I hid in the corner . . .
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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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March 05, 2008 11:29 PM EST --
The salesman was ready to kill.
The boy was making him ill.
Maybe he couldn't write his own name.
I swear, he will.
Patience, do not maim
The clients.
He'd like to kick the boy . . .
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Ethereal Exploits - a Renga, by Rene Allen, Tom Curl, Mary Z., Amy S., Alison Pearce, Linda B, Mary S., Anita R., Charles William Hoffman, Angie O., Kathy W., Laura B., and Tracey W.
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March 13, 2008 04:45 PM EDT --
Speaking quietly
Celestial bodies
Share stories of the void
sometimes whispering softly
of ethereal exploits
Hushed invisible zephyr
Shapes rocks and worlds
Stellar wind without . . .
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April 25, 2008 05:05 AM EDT --
I walked to the edge of the world
And looked into the bubbling sea
Trying to find the thing that I'd lost
Searching for the elusive me.
All along I knew I was drowning,
Hard to breathe under . . .
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June 06, 2008 09:29 PM EDT --
I watch you walk away
And I get scared you won't come back,
So my systems start to get muddled
and my life gets knocked off track.
Deep down I know you love me,
But I always want you near.
Losing . . .
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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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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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November 21, 2008 09:11 AM EST --
Rainbow competetion writing
Gray particles move
The dusts of thought settle on top
of the bleak table strewed with scraps.
Look at the window, the gray sky
can be seen like an old . . .
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December 01, 2008 06:36 AM EST --
Smile
"Your writing. You are so serious."
"Seriousness is my alter ego."
He says.
A smile spreads on him.
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