Tag: poetry
group name: pondering
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September 21, 2008 10:19 PM EDT --
It once was useful, and maybe even noble.
Now gravity's unrelenting tug warps and sags its timbers,
yet it beckons passersby with nostalgic anticipation.
It may have been red long . . . more
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September 29, 2006 07:02 PM EDT --
SUNLIGHT AND SMOKE ©
She was a wisp of smoke in sunlight,
floating free and lazy as the air.
Slightly opaque and untouchable,
leaving her scent hanging there.
Grace, as her beauty . . . more
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June 03, 2008 10:13 PM EDT --
Prayer of the Thankful Husband
I thank thee Father
for all that is mine--
that is really ours--
that is really thine.
more
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September 22, 2006 09:05 PM EDT --
Well, I got a comment tonight on a poem that surprised me. I got blasted for writing too many poems and posting them in a poetry group. Now, I might be mistaken....but isn't Gather the . . . more
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January 20, 2007 04:36 PM EST --
((this is my first attempt at a sonnet so any constructive criticism is invited))
Why linger still upon an ice bound pond
lone feathered symbol huddled warm and dry
unable to assault the fleeing . . . more
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September 06, 2006 11:20 AM EDT --
Tis the nature of the poet
to provoke, not to explain
he doesn't choose the avenue
the muse runs through your brain.
Within each poem resides a truth,
a piece torn from the soul
couched in meter, . . . more
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November 26, 2007 05:32 PM EST --
At the end of August I posted a poem on Gather that I had written a few years ago. And if you read my previous post on Poetry.com – you know that I won a supposed $100.00 for a daily poetry contest . . . more
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May 29, 2008 10:33 AM EDT --
Ways to Genius
The boy considers how ideas can come--
A project in the works perhaps.
Though genius is elusive, so he thinks,
All one needs is maps.
The never-hungry parrot begs for snacks . . . more
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September 23, 2006 10:13 PM EDT --
Many Destiny's await me upon the crest of the hill
Some unimagined, and some that bode me ill.
There are those long prayed for that I can glimpse
Those long dreaded, I know will make me wince.
Oh . . . more
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December 03, 2006 05:40 PM EST --
One paddle
sole driving force.
Sleek craft
o'erloaded!
Detritus,
journeys dust
debilitating
tin man's rust.
One paddle
souls driving force,
sleek craft
ashore, corroded.
Inertia,
journey's . . . more
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March 10, 2007 08:54 AM EST --
Written with a pen
Sealed with a kiss.
If you are my friend,
Answer me this.
Are we friends
or are we not?
You told me once
But I forgot.
So tell me now
And tell me true
So I can say
I'm . . . more
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August 16, 2006 01:11 AM EDT --
Touch and feel
tactile, aware
instruments of
daily care.
Builders, molders
baby holders
forcefull, dainty
gritty, pretty
sinewy or soft,
strongest
reaching out.
copyright 2006
John G. Lawless . . . more
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November 08, 2006 08:26 AM EST --
A Poem That Gives You Goosebumps...
A drunk man in an Oldsmobile
They said had run the light
That caused the six-car pileup
On 109 that night.
When broken bodies lay about
"And blood was everywhere," . . . more
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February 03, 2007 12:24 AM EST --
Unforeseen melting of hardened eyes
Transforming dark into luminous skies
The elegant soul innocently sings
Elongating afar her angelic wings
Profound loathing of the world entire
Of this . . . more
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May 26, 2007 06:57 AM EDT --
Hoping to catch your eye
Circling around you, oh my
Butterfly, butterfly, come into the light
. . . more
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August 30, 2006 01:26 AM EDT --
Scent of forest fire
moisture drawing down
streams are slowing
berries full
squirrel and chipmunk
agitated
racing, hither, yon.
Scent of forest fire
tinged with hint of orange
spreading eerily . . . more
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September 27, 2006 04:31 PM EDT --
Ring tailed sleeper
thrumming purr
quilted wrap
of kitty "fur".
Whisker sense
cool wet nose
claws retracted
peaceful pose.
Stretched obliquely
sinewed might
resting,
awaiting night. . . . more
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September 29, 2006 06:57 PM EDT --
((I left this poem in the first grade class of the school where I worked. It caused the search for the ghost poet of room 207 and a wonderful series of poems between the "ghost" and the . . . more
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October 07, 2006 05:24 PM EDT --
MEOW....meeeeoooooowwww.
Open the door or
I'll scratch my way through
fill up my bowl
or I'll start scratching you.
MEOW.....meeeoooowwww.
A scratch if you please
behind my ears
back of . . . more
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July 21, 2007 09:47 AM EDT --
Darkness lurking behind
Following my every step
Smiling towards the sun
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