Tag: poem
group name: roundtable
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August 14, 2008 02:41 PM EDT --
She is
running with scissors
So much to do; so less time!
I'm thinking of my friends
is looking for all the magic each new day brings
Learning the fine . . . more
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June 18, 2008 04:09 AM EDT --
One day my song will touch your forehead
Kissing your soul
Today is not that day.
One day my words will whisper in your ears
Touching your spirit
Today is not that day. . . . more
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December 11, 2007 04:34 PM EST --
THIRST VANISHES
aged abandoned, stripped to black hovel
poems are not read unless brave
who wants it, thirst is not quenched
and poems should read like
a Ray . . . more
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November 08, 2007 09:34 PM EST --
Carole Shukle
Copyright 1999
Ode to the Wall
I touch your cold
As death ebony face.
My eyes, like a camera
zooming in on . . . more
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April 18, 2008 04:13 PM EDT --
Losing myself, I find serenity
Leaving mystic terror,
Climbing ecstasies
I touched the eternity.
The silver wings of my dream
Fluttering in . . . more
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May 12, 2008 09:02 PM EDT --
Dedicated to Dear Kathryn Esplin-Oleski , who is my personal favorite writer, writing touching articles. I am moved with your words Kathryn.
There is a live Fairy touching my . . . more
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May 19, 2008 02:58 AM EDT --
To John F Walter , our friend and superb fellow poet, who inspires us in his own unique way.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY~ 19 May
On the pulse of this new day
The perceptive sculptor . . . more
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June 02, 2007 12:28 PM EDT --
Tea on the tombstone
Crumbs in your hair
The blanket crushes chopped down grass
Scones are piled with care
You don’t drink
You don’t eat
You just watch and smile
Until I put you
Back . . . more
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January 20, 2008 11:11 PM EST --
I didn't think I wanted you
Didn't think I needed to
What makes me hold back,
What makes me afraid--
I might fall for you--
And then what would I do,
If one day . . . more
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January 24, 2008 02:08 PM EST --
Red rock sentinels
Secrets soaked into shadow
Weighted down with time
more
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January 24, 2008 08:48 PM EST --
A muse
Eyes a light
Laugh and I will laugh too
Cry and I will pour my secrets
Like I pour wine into your empty glass
While you make lies a wish I write
Lines a memory scratched . . . more
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April 09, 2008 09:45 PM EDT --
WRITTEN THE NIGHT OF A LUNAR ECLIPSE
The moon this night
Our earth shall pass.
Clear skies will yield
To darkened grass.
Eclipse the light
Terra's . . . more
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June 07, 2007 06:28 PM EDT --
REMEMBER WHEN FRIENDS LAUGHED
Remember when friends laughed
too hard at the paper garbage bag
blowing across the street
like it was alive
now their stuff is squirreled away
and they . . . more
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May 31, 2007 01:33 PM EDT --
THE CHER SHOW SONNET
I grew up on a farm that was rather exhausting and dull.
It was pretty, with nature, but besides goats, was lonely.
Instead of tractor mechanics, my flight of fancy was prone
to . . . more
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May 31, 2007 01:58 PM EDT --
AD 1000
it is all scheduled to end
tunics, chain mail, big horses
how can the world get anymore
modern or cruel
the shroud of Turin appears for tourists
Jerusalem is dust then blood
but the next . . . more
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May 31, 2007 02:04 PM EDT --
THE TALE OF THE VINE
The vine climbed the drain
It wanted to hear the man play Bach
The man finally died of old age
The vine, it stayed, and the stone silence
Turned it yellow and cold
One day punk . . . more
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January 19, 2008 11:12 AM EST --
Two wide
This bed of mine
Half empty without you
Warm side, my side, cold side, your side
Can I forgive you leaving me alone?
Strong one, mine was, weak one, yours . . . more
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December 10, 2007 06:30 PM EST --
Double Ended Rainbow
© 2005
By Carole S.
The tiny rainbow arched
Just beyond my reach.
Both ends touched
My backyard.
No pots of gold, . . . more
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January 29, 2008 10:27 PM EST --
Restless
Fingers fidget
Up and down, walk around
Sit and stare while click-clack keys write
Rubbish
more
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June 21, 2008 03:22 PM EDT --
One of my writing coaches passed this out as optional homework. Beneath it you will find my first attempt.
This is it, folks! -- the last of the optionals for the season: -- Write as much . . . more
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