Tag: poem
group name: crossbreedpoems
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August 08, 2007 12:05 AM EDT --
The fields are barren way too soon
Yet dawning we borrow God's love
Embracing and loving this land
Where brave souls once stood hand in hand
We embark on roads together
A sweet baritone . . . more
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May 27, 2007 02:08 PM EDT --
For the festival cry
many at the reflecting pond
see each other see
a lunch time in the park
a man gushing blood on a tree
cops jumping back to catch a
trial day for the
collapsing man on marble
his woman . . . more
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June 06, 2007 02:03 PM EDT --
This poem is a result of what I have seen in my neighborhood today.
Another Arrow
The bright sun greeted my morning
With a wink and warming smile
I could smell the roasting coffee
As songbirds . . . more
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June 26, 2007 05:34 AM EDT --
The Book
A closed book can never answer
The inner feelings of the soul
Where right and wrong seek approval
As answers can't be found in stone
Reason lurks in every corner
As belief just . . . more
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August 25, 2008 11:58 AM EDT --
I snitch away bits of time before the day's aborted
All the jingles and rhymes, playful times - slidin' bye
Tiny bits refined and boxed for the unknown journey
And there are no . . . more
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May 27, 2007 01:57 PM EDT --
(political commentary in prose/poetic form)
The usurpers' convention
wrangled out a vote
The Ukrainians of Russian descent
will fly to Iraq, the Sunnis
to Basque territory
Kirkuk shall be
neither . . . more
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June 05, 2007 03:35 AM EDT --
It rained today in buckets
The sky so gloomy and gray
Was that a flower laughing
I sang melodies alone
To the rhythm of the rain
The flowers might have heard me
For when the rain stopped falling . . . more
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June 22, 2007 04:13 PM EDT --
EMPTY SHELVES
The shelves were often barren
Whispered joys once filled this room
There were hopes often shattered
Yet here they sat finely tuned
No presents graced holidays
The smile gave and . . . more
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July 11, 2007 05:52 PM EDT --
The Queen of Dandelions stood in my front yard
She was planting her seeds, my dog barked hard
I said you're naughty, she gave me a finger salute
Then moved on to my neighbor, not home but at . . . more
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July 12, 2007 12:06 AM EDT --
I wrote the first stanza in a comment to the poem 'Cover Me' by Duckie O., which inspired me.
Shall we dance in the moonlight
On a soft sandy beach
As you sing me soft melodies
My . . . more
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February 20, 2008 01:28 PM EST --
Homer Hymnlyker,
Basher of bibles,
Scrutinizer of woman, says,
"What needs doing, I do
And if an angel comes and sits on my shoulder
That's my business and not yours."
And . . . more
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March 02, 2008 03:06 AM EST --
As she turned over
To sleep, she found it
Quite difficult to
Believe that somewhere
In the world someone
Was about to creep
From their beds to a
New fresh day either
With enthusiasm . . . more
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August 05, 2007 02:12 PM EDT --
From the first moment of life
We learn to fear then trust the light
We have the need to be loved
Yearn for touch, a mother's love
Then we dream with open eyes
Take a step towards the sky
Learn . . . more
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June 20, 2007 05:46 AM EDT --
The Wind
The wind has no precept
Unerring in its course
That flouts speculation
That hints of scant remorse
Some say they have answers
They concoct reasons why
Then chase airy serpents
That tease and . . . more
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July 09, 2007 06:01 AM EDT --
I thought the reasons for my despair
Would somehow vanish into thin air
And I would fly high above the clouds
Where no thought of pain would be allowed
I could see the dawning feel my dreams
As my pillow . . . more
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October 10, 2007 08:27 PM EDT --
I'm re-posting this with a tip of the hat to JFW, our Man of Granada, who critiques by embracing what you are trying to do.
Samuel Delaney is a noted sci-fi writer, afro-american and gay, who understandably . . . more
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August 11, 2008 01:50 PM EDT --
What's on my plate is what's on my plate
No need to look for other definitions
Like those that ride on the tail winds
Of rusting steam engine trains
That cast off traces of shadow
Lingering . . . more
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June 25, 2007 08:47 AM EDT --
William was a smart man, yes, yes indeed.
He always had a plan, or a harebrained scheme.
He thought of an invention, in a silly dream.
But by the second cup of coffee.
He realized it was fantasy. . . . more
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August 19, 2007 09:27 AM EDT --
Her image lingered well into the night
I sensed her presence in a dawn so bright
It made me giddy 'though I was alone
Sweet plans of seduction ran through my bones
Certain flowers live on this higher . . . more
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August 20, 2007 04:21 AM EDT --
The style and tang of refraction
Form elusive gifts we can share
In perceptive built illusion
Of improvisational air
That is stammering for relief
Like a question seeking belief
In quixotic . . . more
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