Tag: poem
group name: changeispossible
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June 17, 2006 05:22 PM EDT --
This is my first poem written in English instead of in my mother tongue (Spanish). Writting in a language that is not my native one is a very interesting experience that I'm enjoying very much.
The . . . more
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April 10, 2006 10:33 PM EDT --
I asked the dawn: "Where is the dewdrop that wet my lips last night and was suddenly gone before the sunrise?"
The dawn smiled: 'It's in the lightness of breezes and fragrance of flowers." . . . more
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March 20, 2006 10:20 AM EST --
Finding peace--three years ago I thought that it would forever be impossible.
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March 28, 2006 09:35 PM EST --
for Laura, Robert, Abu, Edward, Will
and all my poet friends on the Path
This is how I would die
into the love I have for you
as pieces of cloud
dissolve in sunlight
la ilaha illa-llah, la ilaha . . . more
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June 29, 2006 01:10 PM EDT --
for Mark Christian Klopp, troubadour, chocolatier, seer
I just found a silk souk past the Gate of Scales,
I just tasted a grape from your open mouth.
The medina spirals inward sighing genie tales
from . . . more
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May 01, 2006 09:00 AM EDT --
for Angela Claire and Andalucia Dotson
may·day [máy dày] noun. distress call: the internationally recognized communications distress call.
My friend draws bright discs in . . . more
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March 16, 2006 09:28 PM EST --
Where in the world have you been?
Have you been waiting there patiently?
Have you come to be a friend?
For each of our spirits to be free.
Where in the world have you been?
Hiding in the future there . . . more
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July 02, 2006 05:10 PM EDT --
For Laura Stuart Mercer, artist of the invisible, in answer to Daniel Dennett's philosophical dismissal of 'qualia' in his books, CONSCIOUSNESS EXPLAINED and SWEET DREAMS. Unfortunately . . . more
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September 01, 2008 11:00 AM EDT --
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For John Walter,
Dandelion
You find it tenderly slipping away,
this clarity inside expansive darkness
where you once used to rest
unswerving in confidence . . . more
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April 10, 2006 04:46 PM EDT --
Falling leaves
Fall through life-limited hours.
Born in gorgeous green
On oak and birch towers
Released to cease in Nature's arms
Warm winds sing hymns of grief
Winds work the native psalms
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February 21, 2006 07:31 AM EST --
for C. Brian Maddox
The Caribbean palm just looked dead leaning against the squat green house.
The shadow it cast overwhelmed a crabgrass lawn thick with old newspapers.
I looked for the FOR RENT or . . . more
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June 01, 2006 05:17 PM EDT --
for Hannah Dreyma, in experience and belief
Snails' trails led me in
over marble and gravel
stumbling and crashing--
lonely, loony, and lost.
Hands bled from a fence.
I wiped my face red,
tasted . . . more
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July 23, 2006 08:48 AM EDT --
Ode to Morning
Unrushed Sunday mornings,
Moving slowly . . . more
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September 05, 2008 11:34 AM EDT --
DAWN
dawn sheds pale light
pink shadows drip from above
burnt away by mid day
Michelle Wooten
© 9/5/08
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September 04, 2008 10:52 AM EDT --
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I'm proud to announce the winner for the Poem of the Month for August for Thirteen Blackbirds , a compact and highly charged poem by Rae Pater. Rae's poetry is superb. She has . . . more
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March 14, 2006 07:53 AM EST --
for the millions of lonely Oedipus Rexes out there still suffering, either all wet or dried up.
The ego is not master in its own house.
Sigmund Freud
Those who do not recover are people . . . more
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May 26, 2006 10:53 PM EDT --
Wetland Lake Motion Mosaic
Time for a canoe meditation: work the abs, loosen the back, and free the mind, for today life is kind.
Laughing duck at dusk
Shadowy shapes on the shore reflected . . . more
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April 07, 2006 11:44 AM EDT --
for Isabel Cara Martin, with inspiration from Robert Browning
We are not a conquered people. We are not, and have never been a conquered people....We are however, today, a subjugated people. And this . . . more
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June 14, 2006 10:24 AM EDT --
You realize as you sit
under your private olive tree
next to your private fig tree
that you are doing just fine
just great by yourself.
You have had enough years
of people picking your fruit
birds . . . more
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July 30, 2008 12:14 PM EDT --
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The boy that teased my daughter
went to Iraq and came home without
an eye. It turns out a laundry list
of my daughter's high school friends
went to Iraq and we're finding . . . more
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