Tag: poetry
group name: rantingraving
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January 07, 2008 12:11 PM EST --
standing in front of my plush wall to wall wardrobe
I search for perfect apparel. choosing one, rejecting
yet again. colour is not suitable, pattern is too bad
texture is obsolete. cotton scrapes, . . . more
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February 10, 2008 08:49 AM EST --
Her gold hoops touched her shoulders when she moved.
Those suited her classic features and olive complexion.
Nonchalant about her surroundings, she sipped at her tea.
Company was not welcome. . . . more
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August 29, 2006 09:13 AM EDT --
Sometimes you open your eyes, but there is only darkness
Is it night, or has the light been sucked from the day time?
You search for a light, any light, to validate your existence
But no light deems . . . more
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September 27, 2007 08:59 AM EDT --
with despondency you hang your head
as an addendum, you get back to bed.
nothing seems to move for time being
all your aspirations seem to be fleeing.
up and downs are nothing new to . . . more
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August 11, 2006 10:54 PM EDT --
Frustration
Searching for answers
Blindness leads the way
Hands outstretched and feeling
Through the crooked maze
At the end of the line
Solutions hoped by the seeker
Remedies of comfort . . . more
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August 02, 2006 07:15 AM EDT --
The tree locusts sing
Their serenade to morning
The sun brings more heat
Crushing down on all that is
With no real relief in sight
more
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July 24, 2006 07:39 AM EDT --
A poetic comparison
...and the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers,
is always the first to be touched by the thorns.
Thomas Moore
But he that dares not grasp the thorn
should never . . . more
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September 27, 2007 10:10 AM EDT --
When do you read it? What poets? Any favourites?
Do you need a particular mood to read poetry?
I can read it at any time. But when I am down and out, I read more of it. I love Pablo Neruda, . . . 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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December 03, 2006 05:40 PM EST --
One paddle
sole driving force.
Sleek craft
o'erloaded!
Detritus,
journeys dust
debilitating
tin man's rust.
One paddle
souls driving force,
sleek craft
ashore, corroded.
Inertia,
journey's . . . more
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September 10, 2006 02:03 PM EDT --
In the heart of the Wood, that Mythic place
The source of all magic, prophecy and true poetry
Is the Cave of the Bard, the Merlin,
The maker of poems, the singer of songs,
The dreamer of dreams, . . . more
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September 26, 2006 02:14 PM EDT --
what is poetry?
a few have asked.
i don't blame them
they know not'
rhyme and rhythm
is that all?
no my dears,
it's not!
i write what I see
i write what I feel
i write about love
i write about . . . more
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July 12, 2006 12:25 PM EDT --
survivor?
bare existence
feigning joy
smiles, a ploy.
Moving
leadenly through
hazy horror
no relief
only
tomorrow.
Afraid, ashamed
a guilt unnamed
a childhood lost
no one crying.
Dead, . . . more
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November 14, 2006 11:24 AM EST --
There are Dream Keepers and Dream Speakers
Dream Keepers write obscure poems
Read by few and understood by fewer.
Dream Speakers bear the greater burden
They feel the Dream . . . more
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September 26, 2007 12:42 PM EDT --
with eagerness
borne out of curiosity-
I flip through old journals.
teenage angst
stops me on my track-
I shake my head surprised
about the way,
I used to behave back then,
uncaring for others.
. . . more
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June 03, 2006 07:55 AM EDT --
There is nothing more difficult
than to interrogate
my own psyche;
perform an introspective
autopsy, dissect
every hidden niche
of my soul.
I scalpel through tendons
of consciousness . . . more
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September 27, 2006 04:31 PM EDT --
Ring tailed sleeper
thrumming purr
quilted wrap
of kitty "fur".
Whisker sense
cool wet nose
claws retracted
peaceful pose.
Stretched obliquely
sinewed might
resting,
awaiting night. . . . more
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December 24, 2007 12:28 AM EST --
pardon my disinterest
to converse. tooth ache
is no joke. sanitary ware
was a bloody mess after I
brushed with medicated
paste . in my mouth
rolled tongue feels akin to
fuselage . . . more
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August 11, 2006 11:56 PM EDT --
You have no power over me
I'm no longer your victim
I'm no longer a little girl
You have no power over me
I know that you are weak and spineless
Weaker than I ever thought of being . . . more
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October 07, 2006 05:24 PM EDT --
MEOW....meeeeoooooowwww.
Open the door or
I'll scratch my way through
fill up my bowl
or I'll start scratching you.
MEOW.....meeeoooowwww.
A scratch if you please
behind my ears
back of . . . more
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