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December 18, 2009 07:52 PM EST
(shared with group: December 18, 2009)
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(Both the poems are inspired by Dawn Kilby)
Mystic radiations
If thoughts have radiations,
mass, weight, other physical
traces, facts, evidences
they would have pulled . . .
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December 18, 2009 10:49 AM EST
(shared with group: December 18, 2009)
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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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December 18, 2009 10:24 AM EST
(shared with group: December 18, 2009)
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Today I want
to veg out.
To think of
nothing much.
My mind
draws
a blank.
Maybe some
colours
splashing
through
my mind.
But no words,
no ideas, . . .
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December 18, 2009 10:15 AM EST
(shared with group: December 18, 2009)
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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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December 17, 2009 07:54 PM EST
(shared with group: December 17, 2009)
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Columns I
The white columns sweat the way I do
though it is arid winter, weak sun.
Sometimes we soak in salt and a sea
wakes up on our palm. At any rate,
the waves obliterate . . .
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December 17, 2009 02:55 PM EST
(shared with group: December 17, 2009)
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Often times you rock The phantom baby in Your arms. That gentle Sweep from side to side When no one’s looking, No one taking a peep At any of your doings; Crazy that’d be if they . . .
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December 17, 2009 03:57 AM EST
(shared with group: December 17, 2009)
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After the Guinness and The Jameson whiskey, Said Connor, woman Is God’s best creation. Woman? Sighed Finn, His mouth lingering Over the lip of the Glass like a ballet Dancer about to . . .
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December 16, 2009 07:55 PM EST
(shared with group: December 16, 2009)
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cremation pier
A white symbol, the river is reflected
on those clouds. We watch a boat carrying our minds
over to the other side as we bury
our corpses. . . .
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December 16, 2009 01:33 PM EST
(shared with group: December 16, 2009)
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I take little things
that nobody will miss:
pens, pencils,
magazines
at the doctor's office.
Half the time
I don't want
or need what I take.
But rarely do I . . .
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December 16, 2009 01:09 PM EST
(shared with group: December 16, 2009)
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she stands beneath the shadows
so no one sees her pain
camoflauged by broken smiles
and tears blending in with rain
the darkness hides her
so very well
consuming her soul and mind
if only . . .
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December 16, 2009 03:46 AM EST
(shared with group: December 16, 2009)
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In and out your true love comes, Bone idle with his words and gestures, Floats over you with reluctant sighs,
His eyes glazed as foggy skies, His lips wet as rainy days but closed, Tight shut and . . .
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December 15, 2009 07:57 PM EST
(shared with group: December 15, 2009)
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A conversation with a historian, Richard
You cannot argue
with a man of history
about past.
Hence I brew
a cup of coffee
for him
and engrave
an arrow like
the Sumerians’ . . .
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December 15, 2009 01:13 PM EST
(shared with group: December 15, 2009)
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He closed the door
before I could see
what was on
the other side.
I wondered but
was afraid to open
the door
for fear
of what I'd see.
copyright 2009 by Amy "Gwen" . . .
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December 15, 2009 01:15 PM EST
(shared with group: December 15, 2009)
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I used to hate him
with a venom.
Wanted to destroy him
with all the strength
I had.
Now I just
avoid him.
It takes
less energy.
copyright 2009 by Amy "Gwen" . . .
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December 15, 2009 01:19 PM EST
(shared with group: December 15, 2009)
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All I want to do
is eat.
I lost a hundred pounds
and now
I'm hungry
all the time!
copyright 2009 by Amy "Gwen" Kline
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December 15, 2009 08:07 AM EST
(shared with group: December 15, 2009)
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Into the library,
Book bag, shoulder-slung,
Who should I spy
With my snow-blinded eye?
A red-suited greeter:
Ho Ho Ho. Ho. . . .
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December 15, 2009 05:28 AM EST
(shared with group: December 15, 2009)
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Important things
Time is something fickle
With much that can be lost
If we try to ignore it
Great will be the cost
Things are always slipping
Through . . .
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December 15, 2009 01:45 AM EST
(shared with group: December 15, 2009)
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You want to pretend That he loves you and Has sent you a love Letter written in his Usual scrawl with all The finest romantic words Possible, but you know
He would never put those Words down; . . .
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December 14, 2009 07:53 PM EST
(shared with group: December 14, 2009)
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siren
The siren comes out clear. It has passed
through being nonexistent, muffled
and distinct like blood stains. The siren,
a voice of caution, the clear siren,
comes . . .
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December 14, 2009 03:03 PM EST
(shared with group: December 14, 2009)
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Finn Finnegan sat up In the bed, his hangover Feeling like World War Three inside his head; Maggie Muldoon asleep Beside him, her snores Vibrating the curtains,
Her naked thigh poking Out . . .
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This group allows you to show the world your poetry, be it good or bad. You can also give a critique on a poem but please do not insult the author. The only things not allowed are erotica and foul language, as there is no restriction on age and . . .
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This group allows you to show the world your poetry, be it good or bad. You can also give a critique on a poem but please do not insult the author. The only things not allowed are erotica and foul language, as there is no restriction on age and young children may be reading your poetry.
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