Tag: poetry
group name: whatsonyourmind
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February 02, 2007 07:01 PM EST --
Because of you
No longer do I hurt.
Nor do I cry at night.
I smile a real smile.
I know I'll be alright.
Because of you
I am actually happy.
I can trust again.
I can be the real me.
There's no . . .
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November 03, 2009 05:00 PM EST --
Hues of yellow, pink and red
Made up the little bed
Come back to me little one
Your life had only just begun
Now floating high amongst the atmosphere . . .
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June 19, 2008 09:44 PM EDT --
My face, joy,
Your face, pain,
My spirit flies,
Yours remains...
My lips smile,
Yours turn down,
My heart laughs,
Yours only frowns...
My love shows,
Yours stays . . .
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November 01, 2009 09:07 AM EST --
ambivalence blooms crystalline daily
even faith goes hungry
i just know love must never over promise.
quiet........
rancorous sentiment . . .
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October 01, 2006 10:21 AM EDT --
My article "The Thing About Poetry" elicited this very interesting comment from Cynth B. of Salinas, CA. I thought it raised enough important points to merit a separate article. I shall . . .
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March 07, 2009 12:39 PM EST --
I found this in an e-mail update from the group ยก POETRY ! which is on the Goodreads site. I think it's a wonderful idea though I don't know where I could do this around here. POETRY . . .
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September 19, 2006 01:34 PM EDT --
have you been sittin' there with someone and you think that you enjoy it
and suddenly it strikes you that youre missing someone else
does anybody else here regret things but not know it
until suddenly . . .
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November 01, 2009 11:09 AM EST --
A
boy........has already
called
down
enough
. . .
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October 04, 2006 09:08 AM EDT --
The morning air is chilly
and the steam from my coffee rises,
swirling in lovely patterns against the blue sky;
The birds are singing,
and the sun is filtered through the trees;
The air is crisp, . . .
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June 17, 2007 09:07 PM EDT --
Just for you Debra H!! Lol - this is what happens when you sit on the computer alll daaaayyy looongnggggg....
Looking through drunk gather eyes
I can not even see my demise
for articles . . .
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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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March 18, 2008 10:38 PM EDT --
Restless
Aching
Rain soothes
Harried thoughts
Steady drops
Distract
Injured pride
Lightning blares
Through empty darkness
To illuminate
Haunted memories
That . . .
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October 30, 2009 04:58 PM EDT --
The work on this page was created for my friend Ann James. Her husband left this world one year ago. He is missed.
Echoes
©2009 Robert Burnham / for Ann . . .
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July 23, 2007 01:20 PM EDT --
Tired soul,
wanders, aching,
no rest for the weary.
Broken path,
wrought with pain,
destination, hell.
Dark skies,
fortell of gloom,
fog envelops, suffocate.
Distant . . .
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October 15, 2007 10:46 AM EDT --
This is a poem I wrote a while back.
Time
Every second is precious
Yet it goes on for eternity.
You hold on to the moment,
But the hours pass you by.
It's callous hands strip away
All that you hold . . .
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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 . . .
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September 30, 2006 08:28 PM EDT --
I wrote this tonight after a big fight with my husband and talking about divorce. I taped it to his computer screen.
Suffocating,
leave me alone
. . .
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June 14, 2007 06:36 PM EDT --
This melodic piece is dedicated to (and inspired by) Joanne Huspek, founder of the Society for the Prevention of Misuse of Homophones, who is a true homophone lover and champion of precluding the misuse . . .
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February 22, 2008 11:37 PM EST --
My heart in a perfect blend of sepia toned film
Leaving traces of negative tape
Sitting in the water
My life caught in pictures
Silence put out for the world to see
Placed in scrapbooks . . .
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