Tag: people
group name: poetryfortoday
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June 12, 2008 03:05 PM EDT --
Why Not?
When I came home late last night;
she said, "Look, I can't live with you anymore."
I replied, "Why not?"
Shaking her head, she showed me the door. . . .
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April 17, 2007 12:21 AM EDT --
Today is four sixteen two thousand and seven
Thirty two people ascended to Heaven
V.A. mourns and our country has gasped
To the wants of a man whose soul had lapsed
Why did . . .
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July 17, 2008 01:51 AM EDT --
Fake Friend!
You were my best friend since our sixth year;
we shared everything; hopes dreams and life's tears.
I thought it would always be this way,
except we'd grow closer someday. . . .
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November 29, 2006 10:00 AM EST --
Just because you see no plight
I have no overt signs of fright
doesn't mean I dont cry at night
Don't deny my disability!
Sometimes you cannot see the faults
The blood disorders and . . .
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September 14, 2007 03:38 AM EDT --
Mary Kent
I am so proud to call you my Neice!
Mary kent is the missing piece
a puzzle so long and unsure in the making
my heart is so happy it just might be shaking!
sophisticated classy and full . . .
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September 19, 2007 11:42 PM EDT --
Today is four sixteen two thousand and seven
Thirty two people ascended to Heaven
V.A. mourns and our country has gasped
To the wants of a man whose soul had lapsed
Knowing full well he would never pay . . .
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June 02, 2007 02:01 AM EDT --
I would like to kiss your ankles
bring them to the seams of time, endless
flowing pristine
as a clear cerulean daydream
steep and expansive
take my palm
edges smooth upon skin and skins
and slap
. . .
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November 29, 2006 07:02 PM EST --
The Question was written December 26, 1996, the day my wife of 15 years arrived home from work to inform me she no longer wanted the honor of that title. As one can imagine, the devastation was complete. . . .
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February 22, 2007 11:39 PM EST --
Derek Anthony Beall
April 24, 1989 - February 16, 2007
In the early morning hours of Friday, February 16, 2007 my 17-year-old son reached the agonizing conclusion that whatever problems . . .
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May 06, 2007 02:41 AM EDT --
i am often asked
why i write
or how
and what
compels
this right hand
to script
erratic
incomprehensible
thoughts
that consistently
drown
my cerebral cortex
only to pay my heart a visit
awakening . . .
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April 26, 2007 08:21 PM EDT --
This poem is dedicated to that perennial cockroach that seems to infest the gather landscape in ever increasing numbers. If this is about you, you know it. You wish you could write, but you can't, . . .
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April 10, 2007 06:40 PM EDT --
I am a ghost
In my own house
I flutter about
Wafting in the stale air
Moving from room to room
No one here
Just my friend Loneliness and I
We have been companions
For . . .
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February 27, 2007 06:15 PM EST --
The following poem was given to me by my seventeen-year-old son on my 46th birthday. Little did I know just a short three months ago, it would be the last writing I would be graced with from my son. Derek . . .
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January 05, 2008 10:46 PM EST --
We didn't know what we had started,
Didn't know the baggage we both carted,
Wherever the two of us would go.
It was all my fault baby,
I saw it early on,
But I didn't . . .
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December 23, 2008 05:41 AM EST --
I live at the end of a dead end street,
No visitors, no one, not even trick or treat,
Terminated in the middle of the wilderness,
Unbothered in all ways, and I expect no less.
. . .
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January 04, 2007 04:28 PM EST --
This is what happens when we fall in love too fast...
Young love, oh,
so eager to grow,
it went so fast,
it did not last,
and now I am lost,
out in the cold world's frost.
Preston Kendall Bullard . . .
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January 22, 2007 07:52 AM EST --
Come along my friend,
to the land of gathering.
What will you find there?
Those that are your friends,
share your passions and your pain,
friends for all your life!
Read what you want to,
you can write . . .
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March 01, 2007 09:05 PM EST --
The skies are a Caribbean blue, cottony clouds dot the backdrop-
of nature's masterpiece; her work of artistic perfection,
as the landscape reflects the fantastic brilliance of the sun's . . .
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December 10, 2008 12:13 PM EST --
I've always called you brother,
But you've been so very much more,
My teacher,
My friend,
My confidant,
The source of the insights,
I hadn't sought,
But you loved me enough . . .
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