Tag: poetry
group name: wishuponastar
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October 08, 2006 11:41 PM EDT --
Loves Me
I've been there before and heard the words being said. Believed you as they spilled from your sugar coated lips.
In that one blink of time, I think you believed the words, your mouth released, . . .
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June 04, 2006 12:20 AM EDT --
This poem was written shortly after a visit to Little Bighorn.
The Battle Is Over
Where the bullets and arrows once flew, now the dead and the dying lay amongst the prairie grasses. The moans and . . .
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June 05, 2006 10:39 PM EDT --
I sit here and wonder,
Is it worth anything to press on?
Why bother anymore?
Who cares?
No one cares…
No one worries…
No one knows.
How easily it could happen
How quick it can all change. . . .
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December 30, 2006 12:10 AM EST --
I am who I am
I have always been who I am
I always knew
You
I dont
Know who you are
I know you from afar, yet
Yet however close, how so close
My heart weeps
Love shakes my heart
Loss
Fear
Hunger
My heart . . .
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May 23, 2006 05:19 PM EDT --
Somewhere between here and there, there sits a bridge that once crossed is gone for good. Only memories can cross this bridge between here and there. There isn't any middle ground between . . .
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June 14, 2006 11:13 AM EDT --
never perfected
we always pluck and preen
each plume
of ourselves
before prying eyes
the peepers of page
voyeurs of feathered roots
prefixes and suffixes . . .
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June 05, 2006 11:00 PM EDT --
Your lips are warm and sweet,
like the early morning dew.
Your kisses deep but gentle,
reaching down into my heart.
Your touch is ever caressing,
holding me even when you are gone.
My body reacts . . .
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September 12, 2006 04:42 PM EDT --
If i could
i would erase almost every trace of you
from my life with a white liquid color
we used way back when there were typewriters .
However I would leave certain traces that you have . . .
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June 30, 2006 10:20 PM EDT --
THE WINTER DREAM
The mighty Carousel sits silent in the park.
It has been a month since it has heard the sound,
Of children laughing; and crying for a special horse.
The mighty Carousel . . .
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July 20, 2006 04:35 PM EDT --
I am sitting on the small wall
by the Turkish grocer
admiring his watermelons
from Greece.
Now, i think to myself,
that is a compromise for peace.
I watch the red watermelon
cut in half
and a man . . .
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August 06, 2006 12:50 AM EDT --
Life is full of stages
And stages bring changes
Changes bring life and death
Death brings ends and beginnings
Ends and Beginnings bring Life
Life is a Never ending Circle
Circles never stop
Stopping . . .
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July 13, 2007 12:25 AM EDT --
Once again, I found my fingers and my eyes working a little bit on my little story. I've got some reworking to do on my chapter guides. I had Shaun pronounce his love to Jason much to early. . . .
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September 02, 2006 01:10 PM EDT --
How much longer do I have to wait?
How much Longer do I need to suffer?
I do not know you
For now, you are a Stranger
A face hidden by the Shadows
Why can't you emerge from the darkness?
Why . . .
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November 03, 2006 03:39 AM EST --
A love poem as desired by Barbary Chaapel
…vide her comments in my poem "Thank you – my cell phone!!" …./viewArticle.jsp?articleId=281474976825027
Magical . . .
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March 11, 2008 02:35 AM EDT --
Twinkle, twinkle, dollar signs
How I wish that jackpot mine
Up above the smokes and gum
I see the sign that someone won
Now I watch them on TV
And wish . . .
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June 16, 2006 08:45 AM EDT --
Below is a poem that I Wrote back in 1995 and first read at the close of a sermon at Crossroad Worship Centre,
Newark, Ohio, in April of 1996.
My pray is that maybe because of it we all may become . . .
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May 22, 2006 06:17 AM EDT --
Wails of relatives and friends
with rituals,
somber mood,
moist eyes,
.. A cemetery.
A cycle,
Life and Death,
all to face,
become philosophical,
deeds and misdeeds,
joys and sorrows,
love and enmity… . . .
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September 13, 2006 10:11 AM EDT --
"Looking out on the morning rain
i used to feel uninspired"
. . .
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May 12, 2006 01:32 AM EDT --
Oh' my God
What am I to do with coffee?
I am old but childish in mind
And still like toffee.
I am not yet grown up
Coffee tastes bitter
Enjoying my days
With toffee- taste sweeter.
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May 11, 2006 01:02 AM EDT --
Engrossed in the melody
of scintillating musical tune,
my inner soul rhythmic
is in tranquil harmony.
The nodes of life,
being played by the strings
of events and happenings,
echo my passions . . .
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