Tag: poem
group name: miraclemaker
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January 12, 2007 04:14 AM EST --
He pulls you in with a loving embrace.
Caresses your body with such passion you shake.
Kisses your neck with the softest of lips.
Pulling you into such peaceful bliss.
Your body trembles at the thought . . . more
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December 20, 2006 04:31 AM EST --
My horse and me!
Current mood: lonely
Category: Writing and Poetry
MY HORSE AND ME!
They run like the wind, through the fields of gold,
Her shiny mane, flying so bold,
The rush of the . . . more
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January 25, 2007 04:24 AM EST --
Post-stokes (08 June 06)
Staff
Old, maple stick – cane.
Right leg, left leg – embarrass.
Five foot – branch – Holy.
21 Nov 06
MGA
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October 19, 2007 01:39 AM EDT --
On the street of authors there are no regrets
Save for the teeth-grinding writing an author forgets
To write and share that is passionate bent--
We'll each nod our heads, we know the intent.
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December 25, 2006 11:17 PM EST --
The Joy of Christmas the carols, the family, the love , the laughter, it is truly a wonderful time. The turkey , the stuffing, the ham and pie, oh yes, oh yes, what a glorious time. We . . . more
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January 01, 2007 11:45 PM EST --
The seedling grows with the though of excitement
bursting through the ground like a spring unwound
eager for life it shoots and spreads
its roots . . . more
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July 01, 2007 08:57 PM EDT --
If you offer your soul i will take it and make a deal with some god.
If some god you offer, i will kneel before and pray.
If some prayer you give, then let it be sweet and bring me absolution.
If absolution . . . more
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January 05, 2007 11:45 AM EST --
A collection of poems I wrote over the last 30 days. I hope you enjoy.
World Pain
When it is all said and done
we will bless the food
we will bless this land
we will bless the . . . more
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December 29, 2006 01:03 AM EST --
This is for all of the Mothers out there!
The pain washes from my body, completely away.
As she stares into eyes, with her unknowing gaze.
The world and all its . . . more
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July 20, 2007 10:38 PM EDT --
My memories are
scattered pieces
blowing in the wind
some floating carelessly
others moving with purpose.
Some are solid and strong
taking root in my soul
like a tree
never swaying . . . more
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March 03, 2007 11:04 PM EST --
The poet's struggle
With the pen of nonchalance,
Ends when black ink flows
And legerdemain transforms
Virgin pages vivid green
Copyright 2007 Jim Ross
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August 16, 2007 01:30 AM EDT --
Note: I am hoping for constructive critique on this poem and hope those who have some background in the varying styles of poetry will take the time to give me such.
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December 08, 2007 02:02 PM EST --
I will stay by your side on the darkest day
when your best intentions are not enough
lost in shadows I'll help you find your way
I'll stay by your side when it don't . . . more
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March 19, 2007 11:39 AM EDT --
It is all about anticipation.
About opposite-end thumb-twiddling,
your fingers spinning quick circles and how the mind spins
quick circles around the last time we were together.
Now, holding both hands, . . . more
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April 01, 2007 02:03 PM EDT --
Throbbing Dragonfly
Would you move me gentle, smooth?
Row us down the river past the lush-rush grassy banks
down the serpentine jewel, a floor of green that sparkles emerald in the . . . more
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April 13, 2007 10:38 AM EDT --
How fast you spin that silk web
cocooning fast your solitude -
xylophanes titan, my dark butterfly
spinning, spinning, spinning,
your private subterranean homesick blues,
you struggle against . . . more
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July 23, 2007 09:09 PM EDT --
Such things I would do ~
overcome this shyness in a moment
To show my true trust
there is nothing I would not be
to keep this love, I dip, I dive
a line, straight to you, strong vector.
Do you find your . . . more
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November 18, 2007 03:38 PM EST --
Close your eyes
rest your head
close off the world
nothing to be said
lean into me
just for tonight
catch your breath
give up the fight
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March 04, 2007 06:17 AM EST --
Clouds Abound
Swirling clouds moving -
a new spring approach abound:
loving the tree line.
March 22, 2006
MGA
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March 02, 2007 06:03 AM EST --
I enter the land of words often,
Eager to pluck the ripest,
Driven by urge to fashion verse,
Attempting a vivid message.
Michelangelo chiselled his "Boy David",
From a piece of misshapen rock, . . . more
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