Tag: poem
group name: satisshroff
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November 07, 2009 08:17 AM EST --
Forever where is nowhere near And dark snow hides in the tundra, Where, ghostly bodies whisper in winds,
The sun sits like a cuckolded spouse And the dead moon wanes to wax again, While, being bled . . .
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July 11, 2007 02:24 PM EDT --
Dawn was the worst time When light came through the shutters Leaking memories with a cutting edge To slit through sleep and dreams.
He'd lay and stare and gently rock As if she slept beside . . .
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April 08, 2007 10:14 AM EDT --
I just want my baby back She says. The black Dress contrasts against
Paleness of her haunted face. Angst Is here. Grief to the brim. The colour of her life dim
With the death of babe . . .
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October 27, 2007 11:29 AM EDT --
Alley Catz 'n' Jammer Kids
Old Grandda wants to take us out
this Friday night. He's got the gout,
but he still longs, despite his pains,
to treat us all at . . .
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June 02, 2007 12:03 PM EDT --
This is my first attempt to triolet ...and here my focus was to get the sequence right...I hope it qualifies and yes it is difficult to write structured poetry ...and so its more fun ..
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August 09, 2007 05:58 AM EDT --
A bunch of 32 people ( 16 girls and 16 guys - no gender bias here ) started their first journey together .All freshly out of college met on the first day of their first job.freshers -yes thats . . .
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December 14, 2008 11:30 PM EST --
Poor Mack's confused, he's still a kitten,
He doesn't understand the white.
His whole world has just been rewritten
The one he knew? Gone overnight!
He steps out slowly: one paw, then . . .
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November 06, 2009 03:25 AM EST --
This is the strand of hair His fingers touched Before the assassin’s Bullet struck and stilled The fingers in a silent pose.
This the lobe of ear He kissed before the bullet Hissed through . . .
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November 05, 2009 02:46 AM EST --
You pause momentarily Plaiting your hair, think Back to the night before When even his words Became almost physical, Almost tangible, things You could handle between Fingers like beads of a . . .
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August 01, 2007 08:20 AM EDT --
Rain drops
Rain drops
On the window pane
Small pearls
Falling down
I like them
Dropping from walls
Hanging on leaves
On the surface
Of painted land
Mud pools
Lush gardens
Flowing . . .
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September 04, 2009 05:26 PM EDT --
Painting and poem finished today 09/04/09
A beacon of hope
divine illumination
shines in the darkness
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April 06, 2007 06:34 AM EDT --
Let me feel
Those lips again,
The soft humanity
That lingered there
The flesh on flesh
Eternity that seemed
To last beyond
The why and how
And all too brief
Is lost forever now.
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February 04, 2008 02:06 PM EST --
I was a little bored this weekend and decided to paint. It was not that I didn't have anything to do because I always have something that needs to be done. I just . . .
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December 27, 2007 05:05 AM EST --
Heaven and Hell
Once it was decided
Once and for all by great men
Who should rest in heaven
and who should be in hell
Painters, poets, writers,
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April 05, 2009 05:32 PM EDT --
Day and night
what a sweet delight
A soft voice
and a touch of ice
Deep with insight
vision of foresight
So graceful, so kind . . .
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June 22, 2008 02:32 PM EDT --
Is this you in the wedding
Photograph? Yes. St Mark's church.
1951. Late June.
Your hair looks nice, and the dress
Looks fine. Not mine. It was the
One my mother wore and her
Mother before . . .
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November 05, 2009 08:26 AM EST --
There was the window By the far off wall Where you used to stand Gaping at the grounds Below, the tall trees, The fields covered in Snow, the birds braving The cold to fly down To the crumbs . . .
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July 31, 2007 10:55 PM EDT --
Warm summers
Sitting on the portch swing
Arms crossed
Looking alike
Only memory I can seem to recall
As I sit there
Looking at the stone
That you are now
The only reminder that you where here . . .
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November 03, 2009 02:52 AM EST --
She laughed a lot, (That was part Of the healing process The doctors lied, they Repeated that until She died) and recalled Old jokes from years ago; Japes from her youth, Funny tales . . .
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November 04, 2009 03:30 AM EST --
Easy girl, steady on your feet, Miss Pretty says half in jest and not so, Bringing the sky a soft off blue,
Standing by the sea, her voice as brittle breeze, Her hands spread St Francis like, Talking . . .
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