Tag: poetry
group name: shortfiction
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January 24, 2007 12:55 PM EST --
All you know is Procrastination
A genocide of time,
Your greatest crime
None do it better than you
You count all your pennies, bag them up
Cut out coupons and stamps
By the light . . . more
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May 08, 2007 03:25 PM EDT --
The train to Halma was slow. As slow as it had always been for the past seventy years.
Narrow gauge mountain tracks, with hundreds of hairpin bends, spectacularly high bridges and long dark tunnels, . . . more
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May 09, 2007 02:34 PM EDT --
This situation was not what she needed in her life. Tears of total frustration and helplessness welled up in her eyes.
Then a very strange thing happened. As I kept staring at her, I had the feeling . . . more
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January 18, 2007 04:21 AM EST --
The sky jumped with erratic
violent surges of electricity,
pushing ozone smells
through thick, humid air
with such blinding force…
A recurrent staccato applause
inside deep thunderous claps . . . more
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April 28, 2007 09:18 PM EDT --
I was feeling kind of patriotic one day and wrote a song.Feel free to comment on this and let me know what you think.
1st verse
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January 04, 2007 02:00 AM EST --
DROP ON MY HEART A ROSE
by Robert Davidson
My voice breaks against those lips of thine,
Before I leave for war I must implore
Let me love you gently your first time
As dumb-tongued my love to you . . . more
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June 11, 2006 05:33 AM EDT --
Ghost Gull
I am the flicker
in the light you see
. . . more
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July 24, 2007 03:12 PM EDT --
Nicholas and I parked our Harleys outside that great majestic Manhattan hotel in downtown New York. It was well known for its grandeur and opulence. Merely to walk through the large gold and glass doors . . . more
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November 29, 2006 09:00 AM EST --
It told me
“You need to lay down
The thoughts of your heart
On the stones of life”
I chuckled
For it was time
That swept the spleen
Into a cascade of issues
Now I’m . . . more
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June 03, 2006 07:58 PM EDT --
what can be given
is already received
and gone
he's gone
yet acid still courses
through her every vein
a burning and burning
that will not contain
he's gone
he's gone
what . . . more
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April 25, 2007 09:47 AM EDT --
Let me tell you about a song for you
Sung by a wanderer of far lands
Who wants to offer you a gift
He bows and holds it in his hands
He sings of a love like none other
A love beyond . . . more
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December 10, 2007 11:47 PM EST --
Late one night Shepherds came to my village
They proclaimed that a new king had come
A baby lying in a barn
Happiness beamed in their eyes
History's course was changed
As the years went by . . . more
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August 21, 2006 12:30 AM EDT --
"Virginia City, NV, Sunday, April 21, 1996. Sawdust Corner Restaurant." Those words on a yellowing paper place mat and the poem scribbled below them caught my eye as they have so many times since . . . more
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December 01, 2005 02:34 AM EST --
A Visit With
the Vine Keeper
©2005 Monica Kennedy All rights reserved
One day, I felt all hope was lost. I thought my life was pointless; no one cared about me, and I did not matter. I felt . . . more
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July 25, 2006 03:06 AM EDT --
"Virginia City, NV, Sunday, April 21, 1996. Sawdust Corner Restaurant." Those words on a yellowing paper place mat and the poem scribbled below them caught my eye as they have so many times since . . . more
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March 10, 2007 12:11 AM EST --
This does not come from my personal experience, but it is my way of reflecting the thoughts and experiences of someone very dear to my heart.
I find myself on my hands and knees,
disoriented . . . more
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July 16, 2006 05:59 AM EDT --
The Hounds of Hell
Oh, Lamb of God and
Prophet of the Crescent Moon
and Solomon of the Six-point Star
the dogs of war
are snarling still
in Your Names
with the red blood
dripping . . . more
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August 09, 2007 07:29 PM EDT --
Okay, after two possible challengers did not respond in time to get a challenge posted, I have decided to go ahead and post this week's challenge myself. Hopefully we will have someone else for . . . more
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June 22, 2008 05:27 PM EDT --
In the pines
A purple flower
Blooms among
The needles
Bringing color to the drab
A symbol of life
This is another shadorma poem. Syllable count is 3,5,3,3,7,and 5.
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May 10, 2007 03:39 PM EDT --
She turned on her side, looking away from me. I lay on my back thinking about the stars high above our tent.
"Are you awake, Alisha?"
I heard her mumbled yes.
"Then listen to my words . . . more
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