Tag: verse
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May 11, 2007 09:56 AM EDT --
Raindrops
Abundant gift of nature,
poorly mimicked by
the rarer diamond's glow.
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© Carol LeHane
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May 11, 2007 09:41 AM EDT --
The Snowflake
Chill crystal web
hiding all colors
in a blend
of reflected light.
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© Carol LeHane
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August 23, 2007 05:24 PM EDT --
Statues fear not modesty outraged
Wind can’t their fig leaves shift
Impromptu rendezvous in twinklings insist
Seeking fulfilling tryst
Aiding attires off unscrupulous bodies . . .
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September 16, 2007 05:02 PM EDT --
Floating freely, peacefully, enjoying nature's song,
The bossy bluebird, the cheep from the wren's nest,
The dragonfly, and the rustle of the rabbit in the brush.
No television, nor radio, no . . .
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June 24, 2007 10:22 AM EDT --
This poem is sort of an attempt to say a lot with very few words. An attempt to place you in an environment you can taste, smell, and feel. Hopefully, if you've ever been there, it will place you back . . .
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May 16, 2007 05:50 PM EDT --
roses and wine
and wine and roses
sweet the scent
that comes with thorns
pleasure and laughter
accompanied with pain
we wish for the days
of innocence again . . .
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July 23, 2007 07:38 PM EDT --
Winter is a snow blanket the world pulls up to its chin, And shivers.
Spring is the laundering and airing out of its linens,
The renewal and salvation of the cloth of life.
Summer the thirst, hanging . . .
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September 16, 2008 09:29 AM EDT --
For those unfamiliar with welding, a bead is the seam formed when you weld two metal pieces together. Weaving is a motion you do with the electrode, to insure both sides of the two parts melt enough to . . .
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May 25, 2008 08:40 PM EDT --
This is a day to remember our forefathers, our aunts, our uncles, fathers, mothers, and brothers that have gone before, but while that is true, in addition to Veteran's day, maybe because many of those . . .
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August 14, 2006 03:56 PM EDT --
Scarlatti Sonatas
simply irresistible
finger-teasing trills
completely bewitch
me helpless to your magic
-al fingers weaving
Scarlatti Sonatas
deeply intoxicating
magical love . . .
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May 11, 2007 10:10 AM EDT --
This is another of my works that Gather's limted formating abilities force me to direct reader to my site where it appears as I want it seen.
http://this-is-my-place.com/A140101CharactersP0.htm . . .
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February 29, 2008 07:57 PM EST --
Life's a journey,
We always start out as one,
We seek out others, our compass,
Before our path is done,
There, those lucky,
With one tread,
Stumbling easy on love,
There are others, . . .
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June 19, 2007 01:50 PM EDT --
I pour my heart out,
Like water from a spout,
And you, on the other side,
Say nothing.
There's really nothing I want you to be,
I just asked that you acknowledge me.
And you, on the other . . .
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June 19, 2007 09:42 PM EDT --
Sometimes I hide in my little cave,
A darkend retreat,
That I have made,
And look out on the world,
So bright and cheerful,
In new colors,
Flowers dance from the ground,
and weed others,
Unfold . . .
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December 28, 2007 01:00 AM EST --
A great tragedy was averted this past Christmas and it's something you won't read in the news. Flickertail, the private investigator received a tip from a secret agent she knew. This agent said . . .
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July 23, 2007 07:33 PM EDT --
From a single point of view,
A small dog has sweet dreams, too.
He wants a mate, and lots of food,
His owner's love, and good attitude,
To go for walks, and even runs,
To chase some rabbits would . . .
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January 04, 2008 10:52 AM EST --
Karyna, We shared it all,
In a few tumultuous and mystic yesterdays,
We had the best and worst of life, and love,
But we shared it all in so many . . .
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November 11, 2008 12:20 AM EST --
Dead grass,
Bare trees,
Nothing as depressing as these,
Except the gray sky,
Dark clouds climbing by,
Racing away with the stolen sun.
Dead grass,
Bare trees,
Everywhere . . .
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November 21, 2007 06:35 AM EST --
The corporate boards in their counting house,
The poor in their shacks under bridges,
That's the face of Amerika the Damned,
From Death Valley's floor, to majestic ridges.
Two Americas, . . .
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December 03, 2008 04:46 PM EST --
I floated from bed
on late winter's dream
and in full moon light
to chilled window tread
and there saw an angel
on yon blanketed knoll
with footprints leading
asunder, and a . . .
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