Tag: poem
group name: auntroxy
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November 05, 2009 08:40 PM EST --
A letter from anyone
A letter has been thrown from the window
of a white girls’ school-bus to no one
in particular and the glory
belongs to all the boys. The letter . . .
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April 02, 2008 08:06 PM EDT --
i wrote this tonight and wanted to share it with u tell me what u think
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I' am . . .
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November 06, 2009 08:39 PM EST --
birds and cats of this world
(To Chris)
Chris has sent me a thousand birds’ calls.
They are muffled by my neighbor’s cat
hungry, forlorn after giving birth. . . .
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October 26, 2009 09:33 PM EDT --
concert of consciousness (Concert-I)
Dream has its own reality
in a concert. Slowly it
pries open the mind and time
with nature’s tools, bare . . .
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March 13, 2008 07:56 PM EDT --
She lays a hand on my
shoulder. "Ain't the sky beautiful tonight?"
I don't respond. Sure, the pink
and blue, almost melancholy sunset
is indeed beautiful. But
I shrug . . .
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August 10, 2008 12:47 AM EDT --
Yesterday, I knew this girl
who wore 'tragicly hip' as an accessory
to thrift store jeans
and manufactured angst
she drowned her happiness in bottles
then peeled the labels back
. . .
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January 15, 2009 06:33 PM EST --
The library program does this with the kids and they jump around and shiver. It's really funny... I just got the text in an email from the children's department and thought I'd share it for . . .
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May 23, 2009 10:13 AM EDT --
Ant goes in circles.
Over and over again.
What is it thinking?
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People are here and
then they leave. I wonder
what happened to them.
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She keeps appearing . . .
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March 19, 2007 03:31 PM EDT --
Four years of war. I can barely comprehend how many lives have been lost. When I was a child, one of my earliest memories is of my mother crying when she learned the Vietnam war was over. I couldn't . . .
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September 10, 2009 07:19 AM EDT --
Elegy
Evening comes with homing birds.
The flying wings are slowing down.
Memories want to fill the gaps
at this moment; hunt for pieces
scattered in a room we visit . . .
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June 05, 2009 12:50 PM EDT --
I think I broke it.
Beautiful ceramic cross.
Sweep up; throw away.
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I'm charmed to meet you.
I know your name and your face.
More soon, promise self.
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October 05, 2007 12:53 PM EDT --
PRISONER
by: Kristen D.
Marooned in loneliness
Alone
with only the toneless drone
of my woebegone thoughts
Prone to erroneous ways
Imprisoned in guilt
for actions uncondoned
unsanctioned . . .
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November 03, 2009 05:00 PM EST --
Hues of yellow, pink and red
Made up the little bed
Come back to me little one
Your life had only just begun
Now floating high amongst the atmosphere . . .
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May 15, 2009 07:31 AM EDT --
From the start she had my heart
The Lucy-esque hair color but none of the ditz
I fell for that pic and visit it still
Even before we exchanged a word
When I feel down or blue or just need . . .
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May 16, 2008 10:08 AM EDT --
Deliverance
The shadow of the winged creature
Upon the arid-gold meadows...
The shades of the trees have shortened,
The high-lighted flowers on earth
Uplift their faces asking . . .
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September 03, 2007 10:56 PM EDT --
Evening
Beckons
My tired limbs
To a nocturnal paradise
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July 16, 2009 08:53 AM EDT --
T id e black
By the night they haul the black canisters,
surreptitiously, stealthily they move
midst a moonless night with rabid dogs barking.
They say take care. “Take . . .
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October 15, 2009 09:43 PM EDT --
gifts of this season
Gifts are still wrapped under a tree
on an island amidst a river
flowing through our house. A trite bridge
quivers; strong wind this . . .
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July 06, 2007 03:46 PM EDT --
Four Belles
by: Kristen D.
Michelle, Estelle, Gabrielle, and Nell
were lovely, well-bred, intelligent belles.
But each one fell, pell-mell under spells
excellently woven by mellifluous . . .
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May 23, 2009 10:17 AM EDT --
Dreams for the wealthy.
Money does buy happiness.
And it buys some time.
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Life is poetry.
Dreams are always whizzing by.
Birds are meant to fly.
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