Tag: poetry
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July 17, 2007 01:29 PM EDT --
With my eyes
I will ask your eyes for permission
To enter the space of your aura.
And if you grant it to me,
I will raise my mouth to
Sweetly kiss your cheeks
As one would greet an old . . .
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May 12, 2009 10:39 AM EDT --
My heart aches for you.
It seems only yesterday
when I was in your arms;
We traveled across space and time
to finally touch, taste,
feel each other's heart beating...beating.
You . . .
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June 24, 2007 08:03 PM EDT --
RENGE
Haiku
Pure lotus flower
its blossom opens cleanly
revealing its heart.
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September 03, 2009 10:51 AM EDT --
The snow stings.
Driven by wind,
it pummels my face
like a thousand tiny stones.
Next time,
I'll remember a scarf.
The next time
your words bore into me
until I bleed profusely,
the . . .
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April 29, 2009 10:40 PM EDT --
This heart beats,
awaiting love's coffin
which will surely come,
for how can anything so beautiful
linger on?
This world cannot contain it
amidst the . . .
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June 11, 2009 10:01 AM EDT --
Passion's promise is sweet,
nectar to the heart,
springing from love's vine.
Oh, be be lost in such bliss!
Tender kisses, like morning dew
plant themselves on honey skin,
where breathless . . .
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July 27, 2009 04:25 PM EDT --
One day you must leave me.
This we both know.
Still, let me love you.
Let me envelop you
in my dreams,
catch your smiles
on my tongue;
Let me swallow your dew,
fall into your ocean
and . . .
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March 06, 2008 01:43 PM EST --
Many of us dream about winning the lottery, perceiving it as a once in a lifetime opportunity for a better life. But in his book Money for Nothing , Ed Ugel reveals that winning the game isn't everything . . .
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July 07, 2009 08:24 AM EDT --
The windowpane screams.
Too many dirty little hands
pounding the unbreakable.
Vacant- eyed stares
through dusty streaks.
Hope etched
in a hairline crack.
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June 20, 2009 08:28 AM EDT --
(This poem is dedicated to all of my poetry friends on Gather, who never fail to inspire me, make me cry...laugh...or think. Keep writing, my friends!)
The poet searches
for words, . . .
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December 03, 2007 09:53 AM EST --
My eyes open with the dawn
and I gasp in wonder
at the beauty of Your sunrise,
each one different from the last.
All creation sings
as the promise of a new day is revealed,
giving . . .
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May 16, 2008 09:10 PM EDT --
I remember how excited I would get as a child
whenever the carnival came to town;
Pure magic...
Hay on the ground,
the smell of hot dogs and candy apples,
neon lights blinking on dizzying rides . . .
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December 05, 2007 08:58 AM EST --
Moonglo,
night shimmers,
longing
of a heart that glimmers
waiting for
the foamy crests
that crash upon the shore.
The heart
is not meant to be locked,
for it is an open door, . . .
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August 18, 2009 12:34 AM EDT --
Shiva burial of the dead curtains drawn shoes off keriah rend mirrors covered no signs of wealth the heart is dead avel weeps tears of salt tears of mourning seven days only seven days המקום ינחם אתכם . . .
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August 20, 2007 12:36 PM EDT --
I have so many but the one that haunts me is:
<dl><dd>"Break, Break, Break"
Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts . . .
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September 19, 2007 10:44 AM EDT --
Kiss me under the apple tree
as blossoms fall like rain
dancing through the air so free;
Kiss me again and again!
Kiss me on the hillside
as we lie on our grassy bed
with the sun . . .
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September 20, 2009 04:51 PM EDT --
I awake to the sound of rain.
Your arms envelope me.
Your tender whispers
beg me to remain
as I snuggle against
your warmth.
The ceiling fan whirs above us…
curtains billow.
Pictures . . .
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October 14, 2009 07:20 AM EDT --
Streets are slick.
Rain has washed away
yesterday.
Cars fly through puddles.
Windshield wipers
erase the splatter.
She sits in her house,
praying for a leaky roof.
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November 03, 2009 11:02 AM EST --
Here we stand in the autumn of our lives,
yet springtime lives within us.
How I wish the blossoms would never fade!
I reach out and touch the lines on your face,
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March 26, 2008 10:46 AM EDT --
To the psychiatrist
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Tell her who is resting on your couch,
A cliché we live
Spread amid the movements of planets, . . .
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