Tag: poem
group name: insanepoet
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March 05, 2008 03:11 PM EST --
Speckled
Egg in pressed grass
Chills while a far killdeer
Cries and laments for a safe-hatched
blue egg
Copyright 2008 Jim Ross
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August 08, 2008 02:03 PM EDT --
Don't you love the smell of newly mown grass? I think it is one of the perks of a job well done.
Fresh Mown Grass
Smell of fresh mown grass
Tantalizes . . . more
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August 08, 2008 07:34 PM EDT --
I try to pass on a smile when I meet people. It is a great way to bring happiness to others and in doing so you can make yourself feel better.
Smile
If you face . . . more
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November 16, 2006 09:19 PM EST --
I lay awake — your flame my only triumph.
Beside you, the kingdom beyond the grave is nothing,
to the embracing desert.
When your eyes are closed
the earth veiled.
Warriors of the drunkenness . . . more
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March 02, 2007 03:07 PM EST --
you arrive in disguise,
no longer vague,
your nakedness lost in
a sweep of black.
your honesty rips me
out of my head
and when i snap back,
if I could breathe,
i would scream your name.
i want . . . more
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September 06, 2008 12:16 AM EDT --
Five minutes to midnight as neighbors applauded
Those digging huge holes in their backyard out of fear
Seems peculiar people did not pray quite as much
Because there was hope in a paradise the dreamer . . . more
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September 07, 2008 01:34 PM EDT --
Girl Poem Series, 1974, # 8
Nineteen
I spent my bonded . . . more
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September 10, 2007 01:26 AM EDT --
Weathered, wearied, worn
Depleted, exhausted….TIRED
Anxiously waiting
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November 25, 2007 03:13 PM EST --
Here's
Another
Haiku
For
You
This haiku's for you.
No! Wait! This haiku's for me.
Huh? No! It's for all!
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October 25, 2006 08:45 PM EDT --
Many years have passed us by
Honey I have heard your sigh
They say a man ain' t suppose to cry
I miss you so much I could die
Every dog has his . . . more
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May 29, 2008 10:00 AM EDT --
"Crystal clear" repeats in my mind,
Your lenses, crystal clear--
Twin orbs of blue, polished by tears
Of your lovely making
To tease my heart to plead for you
To spend eternity
With . . . more
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August 01, 2008 11:00 AM EDT --
they removed a chunk
stole it from a mysterious place
pink and hidden
and dropped it into a sterile plastic jar
left it on the counter
for me to contemplate.
it looked at me
waiting . . . more
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March 26, 2007 02:47 PM EDT --
I press the memory of you
against my creased brow,
leaving a shadow stain
that will not fade.
I spread the essence of you
across my skin
recalling simplicity
of desire and flight.
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November 25, 2007 05:56 PM EST --
NOTHING
I can do naught but think of you.
What kind of hold on me have you
that I cannot sleep?
I hear your laughter in my dreams.
I cannot breathe.
I find your scent on my clothes.
I cannot eat. . . . more
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December 31, 2007 06:16 PM EST --
The darkness knows where I live
The longest night of the year
and it's Winter again
dreams turn into nightmares
and sleep is no escape
sickness means more time spent
indoors under . . . more
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November 19, 2007 10:13 PM EST --
Here in the Ozarks we like to point out that there is no soil, and it's almost true, for what we have is unbelievably rocky. So this year, after four years of mighty struggles to . . . more
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October 11, 2006 12:42 PM EDT --
Rodin carved your pensive reverie
A reflective moment etched in imagination
Eternally trapped in brooding repose
Questioning the Gods of reason
Your demise is nearing
Soon the figure head . . . more
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June 24, 2008 10:55 PM EDT --
The sky was black velvet flecked with diamond chips
The moon a pearl
The ocean looked like rhinestones rolled in shadow
The beach like crushed crystal
marred only by the imperfect stacatto . . . more
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June 06, 2007 02:04 PM EDT --
I lie alone, eyes wide
body crumbling beneath the weight
of imagined demons
You cross forgotten deserts
scorched deities ignoring
your noble farce
The buddha’s eyes narrow
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September 19, 2007 12:13 AM EDT --
I begged you for the little slice
Of lemon from your dinner tea.
With cunning grin, you cocked your head
And slyly gave it o'er to me.
My eyes were wide, my tongue grew slick -- . . . more
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