Tag: poetry
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November 07, 2009 02:23 PM EST --
Trenches are dug deep
Fences are placed beyond reach
We do need to do our share
Fill our share of pinch the gaps within
Hear clear I, amazed
Ecclesiatic sounds as they me reach
Closed . . .
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August 06, 2008 04:20 PM EDT --
What a changable day. It began with bright sunshine and now is raining. That is summer in Iowa
Unpredictable
Unpredictable
Clouds move in bringing some rain . . .
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May 06, 2007 12:56 PM EDT --
Friends come and go but enemies accumulate
Use and abuse me, but oops! What if I retaliate?
Can you draw your weapon before I shoot you down?
Can you stare back if I growl and frown? . . .
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May 17, 2009 01:24 AM EDT --
She steps into the ballroom,
With her white dress carefully dragging behind her,
Her curls bouncing up and down.
You can hear her steps,
for everyone . . .
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February 11, 2007 02:21 AM EST --
Now I lay down to sleep
But, I can't...so
With me, a book I read
I try to take away the pain
to forget about you
and when you ripped my life away
I am having trouble breathing . . .
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August 02, 2007 10:14 PM EDT --
His favorite time of day was sunset and looking out at the alpengLOW.
The time before the moon is fully agLOW in the night's sky.
His complexion was salLOW from the months
he had spent indoors . . .
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June 02, 2007 03:48 AM EDT --
For DragonSoul
A poem that speaks to me
touches my soul.
What it says to me
may not be
what is says to you.
Therein lies
its magic.
June, 2007
© Carol LeHane
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November 06, 2009 06:52 AM EST --
Guards go down across the fence
Setting sun calls for rest
Bayonet look like trumpet
Uniforms transform body within
Sit down to break the bread
Voices unknown faded in sleep
You . . .
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December 06, 2007 07:30 PM EST --
I think about the fun times I’ve had.
Gather brought me out of my shell.
Now it’s time for me to branch out
And so, I say fare-thee-well.
The friends I’ve . . .
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January 09, 2007 08:59 AM EST --
Hot skin,
cool sheets;
You and me,
a delicious treat;
Gentle caresses,
lips parted;
Oh Love,
look what you've started!
Passion's promise,
fuel to the fire;
Come here, . . .
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March 15, 2007 10:03 PM EDT --
You wrap yourself around the woman
and you draw out the little child;
You kiss away the tears I've held
and I feel reckless and wild.
Sweet inhibition
surrendered at last;
The time has come, . . .
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August 25, 2007 04:29 AM EDT --
Alone in the night,
Away from those who right now doze,
Now it is finally alright
To ponder poetry or prose;
Now, I am allowed to think,
To spend a little time on me;
I've no sleepy eyes, not e'en . . .
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October 30, 2007 12:44 PM EDT --
A witching we will go;
A witching we will go;
We'll fly our brooms
Into the moon;
A witching we will go.
We'll make a brew
For me and you;
What a yummy treat!
. . .
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January 21, 2009 08:32 AM EST --
Suicide is the occupational hazard of female poets, like falls from buildings for window washers. The western suburbs of Boston form a sort of Bermuda Triangle of this phenomenon: Sylvia Plath, . . .
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December 23, 2007 01:19 PM EST --
There is a song inside my mind
I'm not sure how it goes.
It starts off very slowly
But then the melody grows.
The words are so elusive
each time they're not the same.
It is my very favorite . . .
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February 17, 2008 06:59 PM EST --
Although many miles lie between us
there exists even less between us
t han if we were but mere inches apart.
For now, I cannot possibly forget you
or even neglect you . . .
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March 03, 2008 07:10 PM EST --
Are we not all like an ocean
depthless, mysterious and unknown?
Do we not intentionally crest,
rise and roll the breakers of our soul
across the waiting shores of others?
Are we . . .
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March 15, 2008 09:05 AM EDT --
Clearing yet another snowfall
With a faint hint of spring in the air
Dreaming of grilling and baseball
Tossing another shovel-full onto the mounting pile
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December 29, 2006 01:54 PM EST --
Hae ye heard the hunter’s horn
as foot and hoof disturb yon gorse?
Hounds baying for the fox blood,
nipping madly at pounding horse.
Lather flies like ocean foam,
thrown as careless . . .
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June 04, 2007 02:33 PM EDT --
This is question for writers. Have you ever written something that you think is original, but after looking at it found yourself wondering how in the history of humankind, you could have been the . . .
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