Tag: poems
group name: paree
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November 30, 2007 08:15 AM EST --
The Skater
by Marianne McNamara
When blue twilight wrapped the house
and I waited for the rest of them
to come back from school and jobs and errands
(strange that I should . . .
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December 02, 2007 12:54 PM EST --
The National Weather Service Issues A Winter Storm Watch
Anticipation hovers at the edges of the heavy gray sky
electric with the faint throb of far-off energy and static.
. . .
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September 24, 2008 02:34 PM EDT --
r o l l ercoster girl
hums sweetly during the clack clack clack rise to the . . .
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October 19, 2007 06:09 PM EDT --
To a Rose
Oh Rose as bright as yonder sun,
Which lights the world’s life never done,
And shows to me thy radiance true,
When shown reflected off of you.
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January 01, 2008 06:53 PM EST --
THIRTY-SIX YEARS
by Marianne McNamara
We eat in easy silence; homemade chicken soup
golden with egg noodles and crusty French bread.
Pale lamplight outlines his craggy . . .
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April 23, 2008 10:15 PM EDT --
You and I were never strangers.
long before we ever met
you held the key to my heart.
You were one I could never forget.
In another world, another time,
We have done it all before,
But one . . .
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November 05, 2007 12:18 PM EST --
The foothills of the mountains are their home.
Plenty of room for wild horses to roam.
A colt wonders from the fold.
Night is pressing, Snow is falling , He is alone.
He stands . . .
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June 19, 2006 05:37 AM EDT --
splitting a grapefruit
his with sugar
her's without
dated 26.10.2002
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January 17, 2008 08:40 PM EST --
MyWindow
My window looks at a fairy tree.
Its branches bend and twist.
Its leaves are whispering with glee
Its hallow makes a whistle.
A little river under the tree
Is running . . .
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October 18, 2008 04:43 AM EDT --
Looking around the streets
Seeing birds crossing the trees
Wondering if it is going to rain over me
Watching kids playing here and there
Reading newspapers might keep you . . .
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November 05, 2007 01:37 PM EST --
I was battered, broken, dazed and confused.
Then you walked in out of the blue.
Unable to trust, so insecure.
I wanted to believe your heart is pure.
. . .
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September 16, 2008 10:07 PM EDT --
the cold this winter
seeps so softly with the snow
drift ing on its cold flake slow
feather.
I hum a tune so melancholy
saturated in blossoming blue
drops against the train . . .
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November 06, 2007 09:54 AM EST --
A Flower For Your Window
by Marianne McNamara
Down the long linoleum hallway,
my heart and step heavy as the August air,
past wheelchairs, walkers
and empty faces with . . .
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January 23, 2008 06:54 AM EST --
I was having coffee in one of those wood panelled coffee houses. One of those that somehow makes you feel excited and just a little more ready for adventure. Like those in Vienna and Prague. It may just . . .
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September 20, 2006 01:14 PM EDT --
The blue-black night he does adorn,
yet withers and weakens upon the morn.
With approaching light his beauty fades.
Sun bearing her bright new day.
I fear not the dawn of light,
for my love returns . . .
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July 11, 2008 04:13 AM EDT --
Yesterday I was okay, but today I must dwell in the past,
Reliving the painful memories of a love that didn't last.
Today I need to feel lonely, today I must give up my pride.
Today I will crawl . . .
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November 05, 2007 11:01 AM EST --
Soft masculine hands a child smile.
you have a heart that gives a miles.
I watch the hourglass sands
wondering how much time I have to give you all I can
Your heart is warm it opened . . .
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December 07, 2007 08:45 AM EST --
Here is some of my students work in Grade 3. I told my students that I am going to share them on gather. Hope I’d hear your comments on their work, and for sure I’ll be informing them about . . .
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September 17, 2008 08:49 PM EDT --
Left alone,
locked in the past.
Forgotten friendships
buried,
Never meant to last.
Left alone
Time standing still
Unforeseen,
this bitter pill.
Left alone,
The sky is gray
It wasn't . . .
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