Tag: poetry
group name: johnasilkstone
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September 01, 2006 09:10 AM EDT --
the absence
the negative space
the only space
the free space
the filling space
to cover wanderings
to put everything that doesn't exist
all the figments
and all the fears
blooming creativity . . .
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December 18, 2009 10:15 AM EST --
All things expire in time.
Yet we go through the motions of life.
We act and we do.
We carry things through...
despite the pain & the strife.
copyright 2009 by Amy Gwen Kline
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September 19, 2006 01:34 PM EDT --
have you been sittin' there with someone and you think that you enjoy it
and suddenly it strikes you that youre missing someone else
does anybody else here regret things but not know it
until suddenly . . .
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December 11, 2006 06:56 PM EST --
There are those who know nothing of Christmas spirit and all its meaning.
They are the forgotten who have slipped beyond the sight of the world.
Alcoholics, drug addicts, prostitutes, street children. . . .
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September 23, 2006 08:53 PM EDT --
As the lighthouse breaks the haze,
Of the eerie nightly mist,
Sat upon the harbor,
A ghostly child awaits his ship,
His cries haunt the darkness,
Beyond the afterlife,
As he awaits the ship of souls, . . .
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February 06, 2009 09:24 AM EST --
Refuge From the Sun
Longing for relief from this burning Sun,
the searing heat and insatiable thirst
groping for relief, pursuing solace
into the night I wander, . . .
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August 06, 2006 09:42 PM EDT --
It's alright by me
If you sometimes call my name
We left that room so long ago
But my heart is still the same
Please feel free to drift
Back to the mood we were in
And . . .
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September 25, 2006 03:14 PM EDT --
And every night i dream of you
And every rise you in my bed
A lovely thing to wake to, dreams.
A lovely thing this not mislead
to fall asleep
to talk
to touch
to songs
that as i lay in bed
still play . . .
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October 10, 2006 06:14 AM EDT --
Poetic Pain
I have written many poems,
Painted pictures with these hands,
But time it waits for no one,
Like the hourglass sands,
Is poetry a gift,
Or a hindrance of the mind,
I long to be so debonair, . . .
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January 07, 2007 02:20 PM EST --
Fading Hope
Her Idealistic dreams of one true love,
Constantly occupied her mind,
All hope she ever held,
Has been beaten over time,
She once graced the land,
With a smile and heart of gold,
She gave . . .
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September 10, 2006 05:18 PM EDT --
Sleep that knits up the
Raveled sleeve of care
Fills the cup with the
food of hope
calms the anxious
riddled temple of despair
clears the dust filled
attic to reveal
heaving chests of possibilities . . .
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January 17, 2007 01:05 PM EST --
This is the final chapter of my recent 32 day trip of Africa (Cape Town to Cairo) and post trip to Jordan.
It was good to get to sleep late before we had to go.
Hamdy got us all checked in-no . . .
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July 25, 2006 07:54 AM EDT --
Though there's little food in Sugar Ditch
the rabbit hoped to hop from me
a foolish-stewing-hopeless creature,
who'd let luck go where
fecal creeks don't drown
perfumed hope
Broken down in . . .
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September 24, 2006 06:19 AM EDT --
Debonair is his demeanour, he strolls at leisure along the bay,
"Good morning, how are you today?" He eloquently says,
He sits upon the bench, a rolled up paper by his side,
As he flicks to turn . . .
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September 29, 2006 03:38 PM EDT --
Lonely Lilly
Lonely Lilly stares through the window,
Watching the world go by,
As the children play outside,
Her inner youth it comes alive,
She opens up her door,
And calls us from our games,
With a . . .
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December 18, 2009 10:49 AM EST --
I'm getting
addicted
to your
voice.
To talking
with you
on the
phone.
It makes me
wonder
how things
will be
when we
can be
together
for . . .
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July 17, 2006 10:45 AM EDT --
She exhales all that was and is and will be and searches them out. Finding awareness and adorning it in rapture, she takes an infinite breath
All of time and his authors are locked away in the first chamber. . . .
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September 12, 2006 01:12 PM EDT --
I got this in my inbox today:
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Daddy's Poem
Her hair was up in a pony tail,
Her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at . . .
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September 15, 2006 09:11 PM EDT --
I know of a poet
in my town.
she is pale and fragile looking
someone's wan, Southern sweetheart.
I saw her one day
standing motionless
on the rocks
ringing the lake
staring into the water.
was she . . .
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December 17, 2006 12:14 AM EST --
lieWolf lays upon a ridge
where short, sharp breaths
of wind take sand on their
tongues and spit it into spirals
that tumble down the canyon.
Man has come in many numbers
He hears man-speech bounce . . .
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