Tag: creative
group name: paree
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July 18, 2008 01:09 AM EDT --
As the road curved she was Sonia—again—thinking in Russian, unaware of this equivocal fact. For it was that the barriers of language fell within the walls of her mind. She . . .
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July 20, 2008 02:47 AM EDT --
You tug at my body
with(in)visible lines;
I flail about, a fish out of water.
You busy yourself with my skin:
pulling me apart with a rusty pair of pliers,
after massacring me to the hilt, . . .
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July 29, 2007 12:30 PM EDT --
For all my new friends.
What makes an artist create or better still what makes an artist create gloriously?
I was good scholar at school but I came alive when it was that part of our English . . .
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August 22, 2007 12:27 AM EDT --
My Hero and I thought we had finally reached the end, a conclusion. As we looked at each other in silence, waiting for our bankruptcy attorney to finish talking to that other attorney, we both seemed to . . .
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July 02, 2007 01:38 PM EDT --
I had to delete my Poem Dark lady. When I posted the poem it showed to post right, but when the first person read it, it had reformatted itself. After spending half an hour trying to get the format the . . .
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September 30, 2007 10:32 AM EDT --
The Woman Afraid of Dogs
I envision her lying in her bed at night, shoulders sharp, clavicles screaming, and her eyes squeezed shut in anger at ambient starlight.
I see her sitting at the kitchen table . . .
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September 11, 2006 02:19 PM EDT --
The Brain -- is wider than the Sky -- by Emily Dickinson
The Brain -- is wider than the Sky --
For -- put them side by side --
The one the other will contain
With ease -- and You -- beside --
The Brain . . .
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August 24, 2007 11:39 AM EDT --
High above me is a place I long to be
It is a place where only the strong and mighty can survive
Where only those with vision dare
The place that the Eagle soars
Flying high where the clouds float by . . .
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September 03, 2007 12:41 PM EDT --
Still night, the stars begin to turn, waver
as if in friendly departure from dawn's approach.
Our vision outdistances Time - I see signs
of radiance perhaps gone. And yet, we scatter . . .
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November 15, 2008 12:57 PM EST --
Satin leaves flutter on a summer day
From a fragrant tree in San Jacinto's bay
Over the river it stands so bold
What stories could it so told
As in the wind it does sway
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November 17, 2008 08:27 PM EST --
Thunderous behemoths colliding into the rocky shore
A shore of stone from eons past holding fast
Fast securing the dry lands above
Waves bringing a cascading array
An array of life hidden in . . .
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October 15, 2007 10:23 PM EDT --
In the late summer each year
From the back of a battered blue pickup
He brought a harvest to be canned.
His wife stood and stirred the big bubbling pots
Bent over them with tendrils . . .
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September 21, 2007 12:53 PM EDT --
Twas when we sat that eve in Market walk
Along the Yara we sat and talked
The shadows danced on the water below
Yet, upon your face a heavenly glow
The chatter of many a soul doth clamor
My eyes see naught . . .
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November 20, 2008 06:41 PM EST --
If time was in a bottle
Could I but sip it's flavor
Would my soul be more mottle
Or would I just savor
If time could be reversed
Could one find their errors
Or . . .
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November 22, 2008 09:02 AM EST --
Come my dear and pour me your love
Fill my glass with your deepest feelings
Let me drink it as the finest wine
And savor every drop to be cherished with time
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April 06, 2007 12:41 AM EDT --
Drifting across the sky in sensitizing patterns
Patterns magically shifted in a moment’s eye
Eye of wonder fill with marvelous imagery
Ne’r a single shape for a moments passing
Passing through . . .
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July 21, 2008 12:28 AM EDT --
She wanted to be worn.
Worn down, lovingly,
In the way that can only be
Accomplished over eons of use,
In the manner of his favorite blazer.
Worn till the elbows are shiny.
She didn't want . . .
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August 07, 2007 12:32 PM EDT --
In the center of the tiny village
Sat an aged man, with flute in hand
Softly weaving a tale with breath
Reverberating in the wooden tube
With notes that carried many actions and feelings
Breathed by the . . .
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January 07, 2008 03:55 PM EST --
The Diggers sway, lean out needled fingers
in easy forty-fives, wrench back, gray turnings
of sap greens: rain's way of backspacing
tints and tones, pixel by pixel, erased. . . .
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November 20, 2008 10:29 PM EST --
Echoes of faded nights where the lights have dimmed
Where the stars fail to shine in the vast expanse
Clouds drift with deathly chill from a frozen plane
Frosty shards of glaciate breezes . . .
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