Tag: poetry
member name: Robb F.
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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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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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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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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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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 19, 2007 10:25 PM EST --
This is the second installment of “100 Things About Moi” If you are somehow interested, the first installment can be found at:
www.gather.com/viewArticle.jsp?articleId=281474976902568 . . .
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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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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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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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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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February 06, 2007 12:48 AM EST --
Lost to me forevermore
her smile that shone
as stellar decor.
Warden Death shut her cell's door,
her quiet voice quelled
by its deafening roar
By that, shaken to my core. . . .
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February 04, 2007 04:48 AM EST --
Being new to this site, I was inspired by another's article on “One Hundred Things About Me. Encouraged by that writer, this is my first installment of 20 of my own 100 Things.
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