Tag: poet
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March 02, 2009 11:23 AM EST --
My imagination shatters
All the reasoning that matters
And streaks toward the infinite
Past atmospheric confinement
My mind's eye sees past dimensions
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January 10, 2008 09:55 PM EST --
the format came out weird on gather so bear with me
FLASHBACK:Scene two EXT.School.Day
THE SCENE OPENS WITH A CAMERA FOLLOWING JOHN DOWN A CROWDED FRESHMAN HALLWAY. . . .
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February 26, 2008 02:05 PM EST --
(This poem is dedicated to Laura Mercer. Her beautiful poetry and stunning art never ceases to amaze me. This poem is what I see when I read and view her work.)
Ethereal, . . .
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March 02, 2007 08:44 PM EST --
These moss-green eyes will always find a way
to take you in, take you in, take, you in.
Behind such dark, owl-like lenses I hide, never from you though: a façade falls heavy.
Behind black, eyes . . .
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May 07, 2007 08:44 AM EDT --
POETRY CENTRAL Volume 2, Number 2 ~The Poet Laureate ~
The term poet laureate refers . . .
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October 02, 2007 08:42 AM EDT --
It is a childhood rhyme;
Hiawatha didn’t bother too much
About Minihaha and his tender touch
So he took her to the silver stream
And he whispered things like she’d never seen…
Your . . .
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April 09, 2007 04:19 PM EDT --
my poems are written in a rhythm of unpoetic distortion/ divided by pierced ears. false eyelashes/subtracted by people constantly torturing . . .
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May 12, 2007 11:19 AM EDT --
I keep to the broadstrokes.
The outline of the map now places me parallel to the Atlantic,
That mutable palate of blue gray green that connects my here to there.
By now my youth, my country, my rough chanel . . .
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March 04, 2007 08:10 PM EST --
In it, I run fast, am chased by a 10,000 volts of blue.
It pursues, tracks fast down silvered wire,
seeking for that place for foot to step
some plate electronic, electrified and ready,
anything . . .
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July 28, 2008 03:41 PM EDT --
FAIRFAX, California. Kay Ryan, the newly-annointed poet laureate of the United States, vowed today to use the enormous powers of her office to strike back at the "snobs" who kept her out . . .
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February 03, 2007 11:38 AM EST --
She asks, Are you Amish?
It’s funny this.
My mother told me I was ‘plain.’
In Amish terms though, this entirely different meaning – a compliment even.
“You’re looking . . .
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November 17, 2007 06:53 AM EST --
I lifted your photo from the desk
to look into the deep pools of your eyes.
My soul dove out of me and went straight on through.
Now, my heart reaches out for you in every way.
Pulsing . . .
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March 10, 2009 03:06 PM EDT --
I lay trapped beneath the snow
Where for months I'd been laid low
But that curse would not long last
The snow around me melted fast
I rise from the stream cold and wet
Ice . . .
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May 14, 2009 07:20 PM EDT --
Visitations on tigers, before they die
A trinity: Poddar, with Robert and I.
Dreamscapes of jungles, of water and fire;
Realizations of tragedy, future so dire.
Machines march like . . .
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November 30, 2007 09:58 AM EST --
The f row zy d row sy Princess
couldn't even lift an eyeb row
to wonder at the fearsome row outside her b row nstone door.
It was too early even for spar . . .
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November 30, 2007 11:05 AM EST --
A fuzzy haze to start my days-
no sharp relief
to ruin dreams
of gentle kiss and sweet embrace.
The old picture frames
still look the same.
Yet, no answer,
when . . .
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February 24, 2008 03:28 AM EST --
Time Out
Where have they
all gone you
. . .
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April 27, 2008 12:01 PM EDT --
hey, i know i havent posted in ages but recently, excuss bad grammer by the way, i have been feeling a little sad and upset. One reason being school is so stressful. Another would be something that is . . .
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August 18, 2007 01:30 PM EDT --
STRAFFORD, New Hampshire. Charles Simic, a 69 year-old resident of this small New Hampshire town who has been nominated to be the nation's next poet laureate, faces charges of plagiarism . . .
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March 03, 2009 06:11 PM EST --
The noise of the world
Almost deafens my ears
The hateful outcries
The wailing, the tears
The dashing of hope
As it falls to the ground
They say there is change
But then I look around . . .
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