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April 10, 2008 09:12 AM EDT
(shared with group: April 16, 2008)
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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 10, 2008 07:55 PM EDT
(shared with group: April 16, 2008)
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All around her the fall leaves fell in beautilful twirling shapes making small shadows dance upon the redened floor. The forest seemed to come alive as she wandered in and out of the trees, her white . . .
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March 28, 2008 01:36 PM EDT
(shared with group: April 16, 2008)
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To take timely by the forelock the
science of keeping names not forasmuch
a myriad experience of common sense !
That my father did on the contrary to the
'Popular opinion . . .
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April 13, 2008 10:22 PM EDT
(shared with group: April 16, 2008)
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Epiphany
I know things are alright
That the path we are on now
Has lead us to a smoother course
Once filled with rocks
And bristles and thorns that covered our socks
To watch you bathe . . .
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April 14, 2008 07:27 AM EDT
(shared with group: April 16, 2008)
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Today i'm comming back, i'm being true and that's that. I'm going to the place from before, now not to know what to look for. Because i have given up my reason there, and now i see him . . .
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April 16, 2008 09:01 AM EDT
(shared with group: April 16, 2008)
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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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February 17, 2008 02:27 AM EST
(shared with group: March 12, 2008)
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The face A face he has seen somewhere.
A face without a nametag,
Waves of memory's ocean
Becomes unruly in vain.
Some faces do not have names.
He surveys its known features, . . .
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February 17, 2008 03:18 AM EST
(shared with group: March 12, 2008)
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simple
Look at your arms
And, at your prey.
"It is worthy of troubles."-
Can you now say?
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February 16, 2008 02:10 AM EST
(shared with group: March 12, 2008)
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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 17, 2008 10:38 AM EST
(shared with group: March 12, 2008)
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(I'm republishing some of my old poems)
Mommy, why is the sky so blue?
Why do I look like you?
Why are you really tall?
Why am I just so small?
Why can't any dogs talk? . . .
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February 17, 2008 06:16 PM EST
(shared with group: March 12, 2008)
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Remembering when she wore a size nine
Kept her nails and hair done all the time
There barely was a time when she had to borrow a dime
But somewhere down the line
She got caught up with the . . .
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February 17, 2008 06:24 PM EST
(shared with group: March 12, 2008)
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Packing and unpacking, you're leaving but you don't know when
Don't want to face what needs to come to an end
Not ready to cry on the shoulder of a friend
Not ready to start all over . . .
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February 18, 2008 07:33 AM EST
(shared with group: March 12, 2008)
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The poem on the subway card
Spoke of desire, recall and regret
And said, essentially
Love regretted was not true love
Love remembered was trivial love.
Vera Pavlova, woman of my . . .
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February 18, 2008 09:42 AM EST
(shared with group: March 12, 2008)
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How will he know?
He, an innocent, age three
Wakes up dead to see
A hand and its ten fingers,
How have they done it?
The first hunt and the first hand . . .
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February 18, 2008 02:36 AM EST
(shared with group: March 12, 2008)
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Alas my heart! Alas,
the song has been forgotten...
Your children run to and fro
in this awful land of Goshen.
But my troubles trouble no one;
And my sorrow runs into . . .
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February 19, 2008 08:08 AM EST
(shared with group: March 12, 2008)
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T orn pages Torn pages from daily dreams and diaries.
They are all scattered on the blue carpet.
Pick up a piece and wet your palm
The color of blue digs deep roots within. . . .
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February 19, 2008 08:44 PM EST
(shared with group: March 12, 2008)
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Baby Steps
Afraid
To even blink
For fear that I might miss
Those first triumphant steps forward
Fearless
Copyright © February 19, 2008
~ DragonSoul
@
~ Poet's Nook . . .
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February 20, 2008 10:00 AM EST
(shared with group: March 12, 2008)
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Mails
What time is it in U.S?
I am at this side of world
Bowed before roaring sea,
Thousands of miles in between,
My fingers fumble on keys.
Go ether! Carry my . . .
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February 20, 2008 08:46 PM EST
(shared with group: March 12, 2008)
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I miss what i had before. I miss when I saw you even more. Where you we here and i was near. When it was just an everyday thing, when we would go to chorus and do more than sing. I miss those very akward . . .
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February 21, 2008 05:33 PM EST
(shared with group: March 12, 2008)
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(I'm republishing some of my poems)
"Mommy! Monster!" my baby wails
And into his room I quickly sail
I pick him up and hold him close
His monsters are real, I . . .
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