Tag: muse
group name: poetrylove
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August 19, 2008 03:46 PM EDT --
I want to dedicate this to my daughter, since watching her coach and perform inspired my to write this. I hope she likes it.
The Living Tapestry
Swirls of color
Spinning
Majestic . . . more
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July 11, 2008 08:14 AM EDT --
Life is a road we all must travel
with its twists and turns, dirt and gravel.
But if there's too much I try to hold,
when juggling lifes heavy load,
I'll find somewhere . . . more
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March 11, 2008 12:11 PM EDT --
While I write this to express some of the hurt and fears I have felt in my life, it is partially my own outlet to remind me of what is best in my life, and what I have been given. Most of the time, I . . . more
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December 23, 2007 09:11 AM EST --
As things go, this year sucks..
My job is gone, and my mother's truck.
I lost my house, and my car is dead
and depressing thoughts keep filling my head.
The kids father . . . more
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August 14, 2008 12:13 PM EDT --
Framed In A Windowpane
Framed in a windowpane
Are memories of
Sunrises and sunsets
Surprises and upsets
Sunny days and rainy days
Snow showers and spring flowers
Togetherness and Solitude . . . more
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November 13, 2007 04:46 PM EST --
The muse beckons her
to write of love, and
she fights the urge for
love seems to
constantly elude her.
How pitiful to write
of that which is best suited
to the likes of
Shakespeare . . . more
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December 11, 2007 03:38 AM EST --
Yes, that’s my son,
I recognize his manly brow
And vacant stare,
And his turn of chin,
But how thin
He looks, how unkempt,
As if time has not rewarded
His youthful age
With fine laurel . . . more
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December 27, 2007 02:49 PM EST --
For Ed Nudelman, who inspires me every day with his examples of dedication, precision, and all-around awesome talent.
Blue-white streaks out from
The cold, crisp . . . more
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April 24, 2008 10:02 AM EDT --
Welcome all A-Muse Me members and anyone who should find this poem.
" Really, there is no beautiful style, no beautiful design, . . . more
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July 18, 2008 12:58 PM EDT --
DRIVE
"I have no drive," he said to me.
Oh no! Oh no!! That cannot be.
I'm on my knees, oh can't you see,
"No drive? You must be wrong!" I plea.
"I . . . more
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February 10, 2008 09:44 PM EST --
We're out of flour.
I told you two days ago, the mill is shot.
It either needs fixin' or to be replaced.
Well now, how am I gonna 'complish that tonight? . . . more
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January 15, 2008 03:05 AM EST --
He had thought all girls the same
Different only in name,
The figure size,
Or the colour of their hair,
But she was different from the rest,
She drove him to despair
With her deep blues eyes . . . more
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August 18, 2008 07:37 PM EDT --
This pasture invites fatigue
Stilled brush and grey grit crackle
Scratching out spring flowers
Dead bits of petal fleck the dust
Recalling a cradle less barren
Rippling waves . . . more
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November 19, 2007 05:11 PM EST --
Have you ever felt invisible? Have you ever felt that people could not see the real you hiding inside? I know that I have felt this way many times in my life, and would seek attention in ways . . . more
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December 10, 2007 08:31 AM EST --
It was her last chance
To see her child
Before they took it away
Limp and lifeless in their arms,
White robed, sullen
As if death bedded them
Like a lousy lover.
She held and kissed
The soft . . . more
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January 04, 2008 02:00 PM EST --
And what would they
Know of this:
The dark passages of her life;
The damage done;
The kissing bruise
Of dangerous hours;
His mood,
The swings of his blows
Through the lightening stars; . . . more
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January 25, 2008 03:31 AM EST --
She wanted to unlove
The love they had,
Unweave it like a woven gown
That kept them warm,
But now does itch
Where cloth has worn.
She wanted to unkiss
The kiss of that betrayer;
To wipe away . . . more
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December 17, 2007 12:05 PM EST --
She knows better
Of youthful days,
The stolen letter,
Which relays
In its fashion
Of cold words and pen,
Things without passion
Of what happened then,
When she was a child
Too young to recall, . . . more
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January 12, 2008 03:14 PM EST --
This is where
Young Lisa lies,
( Take care,
For flies
Buzz where
Some dog has messed
Beside the stone,
Whose legend, Rest
In Peace, stands alone.)
Her tombstone tells
Of birth and death, . . . more
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December 08, 2007 04:00 AM EST --
And it was love that came
With all its broken promises,
And ticking clock time,
And laid a hand on her heart,
Into the sleepless nights
And none eating days,
Where all seemed dark and dim
Beside . . . more
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