Tag: hope
group name: insanepoet
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February 28, 2007 08:16 AM EST --
My purse hollow
My arms scrawny
My taste buds sour
My mouth deflated
My hunger gnawing
My sight poor with desperation
His wallet thick with judgment
His biceps bulge with burdens
His tongue . . . 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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September 27, 2006 09:46 AM EDT --
A squirrel busily doing his fall shopping
Pauses to look at my cat
Sitting in the window
Looking at a squirrel
Busily doing his fall shopping.
September 27, 2006
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October 02, 2006 02:21 PM EDT --
I am here alone
Somehow it was meant to be
But why I wonder?
To miss her over again?
Or find some plan for my life?
September 30, 2006
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February 22, 2008 11:06 AM EST --
The Heavens have gone gone dark as the thunder clouds pack up above our heads. Is that why I wrote this poem? Let me think about that.
Oh God to feel
Alive once more
Just to love and laugh . . . more
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October 01, 2006 03:33 PM EDT --
A Shattered Dream
(based on a true incident)
The depth of my disappointment
Knew no bounds
Through the long hours of weighting
Feeling all of the sensations of desire
In body and . . . more
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August 24, 2006 11:50 PM EDT --
Like a woodland nymph
She spins away from his touch
Like the will of the wisp
She is there shining brightly
Only to disappear again
August 24, 2006
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August 29, 2006 02:05 PM EDT --
Somewhere in the midst of the tears we cry
is a river that flows, strong and sure,
transporting our joy and pain
to a place where all becomes clear;
A river no longer muddied by that
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September 25, 2006 02:43 PM EDT --
In Japan they are called ring gongs
In China and Tibet they are called singing bowls
Usually hand hammered brass bowls
Enthroned on a round ornate pillow
With a hard wooden striker.
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December 19, 2006 03:57 PM EST --
I would like to dedicate this poem to everyone who has lost a child. In the past couple of days I have read where some of my connections are grieving the anniversaries of children/babies who have . . . more
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July 07, 2007 08:27 PM EDT --
Here is where lonely begins
hand on brass knob
one last glance back
to an already gone room.
Hands on a steering wheel
out of the driveway
and a pause to . . . more
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September 24, 2006 01:18 PM EDT --
( this was the first poem that was published commercially)
The shaman of autumn extends his staff
And touches the green leaves,
Transmuting them into gold and flame.
But all too soon they turn . . . more
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April 14, 2007 11:40 PM EDT --
(I may have put this up before but tonight I just got to thinking about horses, the mustangs of the American west. To me they are more a symbol of America than the bald eagle. And like . . . more
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April 21, 2007 04:14 PM EDT --
Sickle moon, ancient symbol
Of the Celtic Goddess
Bent bow of Diana the Huntress
Poised over Venus, my sun sign
What magic do you spin?
What arrows do you shoot?
April 21, . . . more
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May 24, 2008 11:25 PM EDT --
It has to be there
Somewhere
In the midst of
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December 06, 2006 03:19 PM EST --
I wish I could love you back to me,
welcome you into my softness,
chase away the clouds,
and give you comfort in the night;
Whisper words so seldom heard,
kiss away your tears,
show you love's . . . more
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January 02, 2007 07:14 AM EST --
the sun is rising
smiling at God's creation
man's hope is reborn
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November 27, 2006 12:29 AM EST --
We sit in our pristine churches,
in our mansions made of glass;
We pray for those who have nothing,
but when we see them, we walk past.
We congregate, try to legislate,
but forget those in . . . more
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August 08, 2007 02:49 PM EDT --
I read so much about losses
And reams about doubts in faith
I look around with eyes dimmed
By rivulets of dismay on many cheeks
Are we on the same road you and me?
I hear those cries of despair
Have . . . more
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September 18, 2006 03:21 PM EDT --
Lovely Lady wrapped in sunlight
To touch you is to be filled with your radiance
Not to touch you is to languish in darkness
September 18, 2006
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