Tag: poetic works
group name: opendoorpoetry
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March 02, 2008 04:01 AM EST --
A kitty named "Zelda"
Her paws, soft, are upon fallen gold
Of rustling foliage. Cold sundown
Turns around to a shadowy cottage.
A cottage with a coach and love-strokes
On . . .
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January 26, 2008 06:34 AM EST --
Village boy came to city, found love
She opened her mouth and,
He saw the sharp and metals.
Beautiful, poignant and murderous.
They teeth of the city is as hungry
As his homeland's . . .
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March 04, 2008 04:18 AM EST --
Dear old comedian
They sit with the pulsing anticipation
Every time the dilapidated
Comedian takes the stage wearing a wry smile.
Rustles of the mice beneath the stage, . . .
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March 09, 2008 01:17 AM EST --
The wolf (crescendo of silver)
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She knows by the flight of homing birds
Her hunger will grow to reach the nails.
The tingling nails will curl to seek prey.
She looks at the . . .
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January 26, 2008 05:58 AM EST --
A homecoming
She is coming back with a heavy heart,
Heart tends to be hard
Otherwise it hurts easily.
Easily it drenches the soul'
The way now sky . . .
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February 05, 2008 11:28 AM EST --
the fair
The fair has wound up
The hubbub has died away.
Slight poignancy in the air.
And, cold status quo is creeping here.
The desertion is a dead light,
Seen through . . .
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February 16, 2008 02:10 AM EST --
By the window of the funeral and florescent flower
See, the face of her.
The hunger does blend with grief.
She comes out to stand at a outstretch porch, stand stiff. . . .
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February 05, 2008 11:25 AM EST --
Living with them: poetry and prose.
Poetry falls through the skylight,
Brighten the other side of my bed,
Extension of my fingers
Hoping to embrace
Warmth, only face
A secluded . . .
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April 10, 2008 09:12 AM EDT --
He knows pain
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He let them take his advantage,
Plunder the soft tissues of heart.
The eyes hurt to conceal dark brooks.
They pick him so easy and taunt. . . .
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April 16, 2008 09:01 AM EDT --
A coats, not hers
( a poetry that begins at the words I have stolen with permission from the master writer K.c.Klein)
A coat, not hers wraps the little body
Crouched it twists down . . .
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January 27, 2008 04:55 AM EST --
police?
Police had caught my father,
Took him away.
Where is the police station?
Which is our P.S.?
No sir. I don't know what is my jurisdiction.
He had to come . . .
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