Tag: people
group name: poetryforall
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October 26, 2006 09:13 AM EDT --
The almighty one
Don't be afraid to call out his name. Although it upsets him to be talked about in vain. For it is he that will rescue you and give you the true meaning of save. It is he that will . . . more
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October 06, 2006 08:25 PM EDT --
Happy Faces
I look out through my window,
Watching the world go by,
Analyzing peoples ways,
And the way they live there lives,
Even in the sunlight,
That shines with heavens grace,
I see an effigy of . . . more
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December 11, 2006 06:56 PM EST --
There are those who know nothing of Christmas spirit and all its meaning.
They are the forgotten who have slipped beyond the sight of the world.
Alcoholics, drug addicts, prostitutes, street children. . . . more
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October 29, 2006 05:24 AM EST --
I saw this ad one day on my TV.
So I grabbed a pen and quickly wrote it down.
Something about it made me want to see
for myself what untold gems there may be found.
(Edited version of first four lines . . . more
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February 23, 2007 08:47 PM EST --
Five falls have passed
Five winters
Five springs
And five summers
I've seen five birthdays
Five Easters
Five Thanksgivings
and Five Christmas Eves
It's been five years . . . more
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September 28, 2006 08:35 AM EDT --
A Face Without A Name
I fade into the masses,
Just a face without a name,
Clones of suits, umbrella heads,
scurry about in pouring rain,
Looming towers casting shadows,
Unerve me with there gaze,
I'm . . . more
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December 15, 2006 09:17 PM EST --
See that tree o’er garden wall,
leaves crisping at the edges,
as they march toward autumn;
to spread ‘mongst the sedges.
Mute, shriveled as words
of love not meant nor believed. . . . more
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September 29, 2006 03:38 PM EDT --
Lonely Lilly
Lonely Lilly stares through the window,
Watching the world go by,
As the children play outside,
Her inner youth it comes alive,
She opens up her door,
And calls us from our games,
With a . . . more
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October 06, 2006 06:30 AM EDT --
A Fear of Growing Old
I have this innate fear of growing old alone,
Sat beside the fire, with a blanket in the cold,
Never seeing daylight, sat forlorn upon my chair,
Just me ever lonely, and no . . . more
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October 24, 2006 09:22 PM EDT --
Auschwitz
Ghostly tears of lost spirits,
The wounding of whip,
Their memories remain,
Upon the clench of my fist,
As I see the photographs,
Of dead body masses,
Old tattered clothes,
Gold teeth and glasses, . . . more
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September 29, 2006 07:41 AM EDT --
Conversations with Arnold
Arnold sat on a bench at the station,
And told me stories of his life,
I'd spend hours, listening intrigued,
As he told of lost loved ones,
and places he'd been,
Arnold . . . more
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September 24, 2006 06:19 AM EDT --
Debonair is his demeanour, he strolls at leisure along the bay,
"Good morning, how are you today?" He eloquently says,
He sits upon the bench, a rolled up paper by his side,
As he flicks to turn . . . more
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September 22, 2006 08:15 AM EDT --
To kill a dove,
The bird of peace,
Unity beyond our reach,
In this world full of hate,
Evil rears its ugly face,
A shot rang out at 6:01,
Then Martin Luther King had gone,
And there he lay,
A peaceful . . . more
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December 30, 2006 12:25 PM EST --
Must Have Been
That time I had to build
a chain-link fence,
while the Mr. to my Mrs.
sat inside, watching
cartoons. . .
that was the first inkling.
Time came to
plant our first garden, . . . more
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February 07, 2007 02:46 PM EST --
Felicitations fellow wordsmiths. I am the poetic part of Bert's brain. I am located in the back of his head touching both the right brain and the left brain. This way I have access . . . more
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November 23, 2006 09:53 AM EST --
I am from the gentle clanging
of boats against the dock
with the interrupting smell of oil
mixing with the sea water.
I am from the dew
that lingers on a field
of freshly cut grass
inviting children to . . . more
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January 04, 2007 09:07 PM EST --
The Little Face of Truth
I see a smile gracing the face of truth,
As my nephew runs free,
In a way I once ran,
And I reach out to the days long gone,
Just holding his hand,
Makes me more of a man,
His . . . more
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October 21, 2006 11:02 AM EDT --
If we'd onl;y met
When you were just a child.....
A little boy who still had need
For tenderness and love.....
When the most prized possessions
In all the world
Were orphan pets that needed homes, . . . more
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October 27, 2006 02:43 AM EDT --
This poem was written about genealogy and how we, as a people, share our link in time with others, not only in the present time but the past and future as well. Constructive criticism is always appreciated. . . . more
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November 12, 2006 08:56 PM EST --
Dear people,
I just thought I'd let you know I am thinking about you. I haven't 'met' everyone here though, so, maybe I should explain a bit about me. I am not politically . . . more
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