Tag: poem
member name: Robb F.
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April 19, 2007 10:05 AM EDT --
I am a collector of the "quote."
My friends on Gather supply my need.
Whether it is anonymous or penned by someone of note,
Whether short or long, each line I read.
Well, here I post . . .
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February 21, 2007 04:41 AM EST --
Tell me.
Tell me. I implore each of you.
Tell me, to whom do I appeal the verdict,
for this conviction that outlasts my memory?
My silent sentence confines me to isolation
in the . . .
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March 09, 2007 08:54 AM EST --
You knew when you
flung these words,
like stones,
toward me in challange,
I would simply walk away
because, in my shame
and simplicity I could not meet
your challenge.
You knew...
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April 08, 2007 10:38 PM EDT --
How shall I begin? Where would I end ?
Many tribulations I thought I would not survive.
Yet, I still breathe and stronger for the breaking. But now...here...a mountain so high...
its peak soars . . .
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May 09, 2007 02:39 AM EDT --
The following little narrative is in response to those who requested a final report on my previously posted article, "Up For Crabs!"
I.
A week or two or three ago I wrote how my wife . . .
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September 10, 2007 07:11 PM EDT --
Vain! Vain! Vain!
“All is vanity!”
To that tune he danced a jig
along the sharp, unforgiving edge
of that we call “sanity.”
Close, Close, Close.
Again and . . .
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February 28, 2007 10:58 PM EST --
The fuel of life is a mixture
and its ingredients matter
and its quantities also,
but not so much.
The fuel of life holds our meaning
and makes matter matter.
Without meaning, absolutely . . .
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March 15, 2007 09:35 AM EDT --
On the dusty shelf sits silent silver skates, rawhide ball, and catcher's mitt, brittle and broken from life without playful purpose.
Also, the toy treasure is there, perched just . . .
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August 18, 2007 07:12 PM EDT --
While watching the distant tempest
now boiling the tropical seas,
my mind fills like a mizzen pulled taught
by a strong, unfortunate breeze.
Transported back by memory
to a . . .
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February 12, 2007 02:49 AM EST --
For what reason,
To what rhyme,
Is the season,
And the time,
When love blooms,
Then slowly dies,
In deafening grief,
And silent cries?
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February 23, 2007 09:59 PM EST --
(From "Backwoods People")
The hounds were whinin' and barkin'
as we pulled to the edge of White Road.
The beagles and us kids were excited.
At least, in us, it showed. . . .
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February 15, 2007 02:00 AM EST --
sighs of spring breezes
play music of life anew
as sweet dogwoods dance
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April 02, 2007 12:56 PM EDT --
Impossible mirages blind me to the curves awaiting ahead
as all possibilities rush my way, I ignore the the incipient dread.
But flying fast with all my being poured into my "arriving." . . .
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August 28, 2008 07:05 PM EDT --
Living at the edge of the marshland just south of New Orleans, I was away from my home for a month following Hurricane Katrina in 2005. My family and I lived in a FEMA trailer parked next to the . . .
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