Tag: poetry
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 15, 2008 03:41 PM EDT --
I suppose some of you might not be familiar with this item from past years, but when I was growing up you didn't have bug sprays, Just the old fly swatter and fly paper. It is tricky being around . . . more
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November 02, 2007 01:46 PM EDT --
I've been sitting on this for awhile-note the dead metaphor there. It's something I dashed off one day while pondering the collaboration on constructive criticism that Amy George . . . more
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August 30, 2007 11:29 PM EDT --
Sí, la marea me ha regresado,
¿Sabes tú por qué?
Porque quería, y yo la quería
Y un día así fue
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August 18, 2008 11:38 AM EDT --
You know how sometimes in August the night turn cool and the early mornings are even cooler after getting out of bed. This morning was like that. I know it will be hotter later in the day . . . 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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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, 2007 04:01 PM EDT --
There I see the lucid reflections of so many that stand so proud, never giving an inch only to be swallowed by the beast of pride.
So loud and proud that this is who they are that if the slightest wind . . . more
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June 28, 2007 03:40 AM EDT --
I stretch to taste the tears embedded so deep within only to find anguish lingering in the labyrinth, as a child sitting on a hill during a wind storm feeling the . . . 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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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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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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September 03, 2007 12:36 PM EDT --
Around the room, my life in shapes
Could I ever be more than all my things,
Could I ever feel the liquid energy
Of a life without my own debris?
Stuck on questions . . . more
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October 26, 2007 09:44 AM EDT --
Many thanks for John Beck for the inspiration. It's a puzzle, but those who know my predilection will understand.
Predilection
I work for . . . more
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August 01, 2008 10:59 AM EDT --
I've been unable to get on Gather for the past 10 days and sort of got out of the limerick writing mood but thought I'd try again. You know what they call "laugh lines"? . . . more
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August 25, 2007 08:32 PM EDT --
Oh August,
You and your restless stars,
Marking the night
With random scars.
Your cicadas
Crack open the sky
With their
Shrill orgasmic cries.
Your deer
Horns in velvet courting, . . . more
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May 19, 2007 01:44 AM EDT --
I exhale and the journey begins in the fibers of my roots my being starts to rise like a mighty nation formed from a single thought.
As I lay and look to the mighty nebulas I am taken to the beginning . . . more
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July 22, 2007 03:38 AM EDT --
Harlequin girl with a smile on her face,
such an amusing story she tells.
The life of the party is her calling.
Joie de vivre is what she sells.
Harlequin girl with the beautiful eyes,
comedy and laughter . . . more
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