Tag: writing
group name: poemcentral
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July 29, 2007 06:12 PM EDT --
She taking this long path.
It's cold and lonely.
No one seems to be on it, but her.
She knows there is something at the end.
If only, she could get there.
It's a long journey and . . .
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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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January 31, 2007 06:20 PM EST --
snow and sleet mixing
to make a wintery mix
it is really cold
the snow is sticking
first we have had this winter
a fireplace would rock
heads up mouths open . . .
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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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April 17, 2009 01:39 PM EDT --
The slap of keys hit the page
in Morse code rhythmic patterns
which spell out my secret thoughts-
each strike jeers memory, releases
another discovery.
Bold strokes with no ability to
erase. . . .
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May 24, 2008 03:55 PM EDT --
Silent river flows along mossy banks
just as it did many years ago
when I was a little girl;
The picnic table still stands,
wood rotting away as if from a slow cancer, . . .
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November 05, 2009 10:52 PM EST --
About Ziggurats:
Before Young
Cyrus / Xerxes /
Darius Were
Enthroned Victorious,
Foreign Ur-s
. . .
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May 27, 2007 10:12 AM EDT --
All I wanted was for my poem to appear left justified in a standard Windows font other than 10pt Arial and not single spaced. I even tried to put in blank lines. It even looked right . . .
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November 29, 2006 09:00 AM EST --
It told me
“You need to lay down
The thoughts of your heart
On the stones of life”
I chuckled
For it was time
That swept the spleen
Into a cascade of issues
Now I’m . . .
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April 17, 2009 01:43 PM EDT --
The neon sign’s missing L and V
flicker with back yard
bug lights
an ode to the lost depot
near a rail yard where
rotted empty pallets lay
this neon ghost light hums
its piper song . . .
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April 17, 2009 01:49 PM EDT --
I need an alternate way
to reach you
maybe a gutted van with
a Chernobyl bonfire to
send half-life smoke signals or
a Cabala erector set to
send psychic electro shock
waves so
. . .
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April 17, 2009 07:09 PM EDT --
the whistle got blew
it got blown & all the
noise of that three
note steel tube
screaming a release
of multi-color textures
so thick you could bite
them and so sweet
it disappears like
cotton . . .
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April 17, 2009 07:09 PM EDT --
the whistle got blew
it got blown & all the
noise of that three
note steel tube
screaming a release
of multi-color textures
so thick you could bite
them and so sweet
it disappears like
cotton . . .
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November 06, 2009 01:31 PM EST --
Fair enough you left
Yes forever! but you did
You placed your self made
Self to my face
Thinking it's fun.
Bad enough we dined,
You suited yourself to taste
I did hold for a stretched . . .
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January 03, 2007 10:10 PM EST --
Savage silken whispers
laving lies like butter on toast
Real?
My imagination?
Whispers that tickle my ear
with their suppositions
and manifestations
They hate me
Drive me
Connive
Thrive
Survive . . .
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June 09, 2008 12:02 PM EDT --
What is it about fear
that causes us to hold it close like a lover?
We embrace it,
trust it, let it ingrain our very beings
until we are paralyzed,
and in that inability to move,
we feel safe. . . .
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June 13, 2008 11:05 AM EDT --
Time is precious,
not to be wasted;
Life is sweet,
meant to be tasted;
Why wither away
our moments?
The time for living is now!
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August 31, 2007 10:09 AM EDT --
Clearing the Writing Palate
Last night my wife and I had a long walk on a secluded beach in Maine. It was about
6 PM, 75 degrees, clear, . . .
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May 15, 2008 11:25 AM EDT --
I pricked my finger
for the hundreth time today
. . .
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April 20, 2008 11:41 PM EDT --
Tired hands open to blessings
which pour from Heaven above;
Angel voices harmonize
to the gentle ourpouring of love.
Tender mercies rain down
cleansing the . . .
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