Tag: poems
group name: gatherism
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July 18, 2007 04:08 PM EDT --
From the very beginning
a daughter touches your heart
with her love and affection.
She has a way of making you want to give her
all that's beautiful in the world,
because her hugs are the sweetest . . . more
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July 27, 2007 03:20 PM EDT --
My heart beats for just you my love
hear it calling to you in the night
to fill your heart with pure delight
a sweet song of joy sent from above.
Let me take you in my arms tonight
hold you close . . . more
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October 15, 2007 10:46 AM EDT --
This is a poem I wrote a while back.
Time
Every second is precious
Yet it goes on for eternity.
You hold on to the moment,
But the hours pass you by.
It's callous hands strip away
All that you hold . . . more
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February 14, 2008 01:24 PM EST --
(I'm republishing some of my old poems)
It would have been your birthday
It would have been your night
But you're gone
And I'm alone
And I know it's just . . . more
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March 08, 2008 10:37 PM EST --
If I win the lottery
This is what I will do
Continue to teach
The young little dudes
I will walk into work
With a new attitude
That I don't have to be there
But want to, I do . . . more
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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 . . . more
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July 26, 2007 09:05 PM EDT --
Red Eye
High across the valley
my neighbor’s awake
In his cockpit of light.
A late shift poet maybe?
Catching the red eye
To the next metaphor.
Gripping the stick
with thumb and fingers.
Fighting . . . more
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February 08, 2008 08:15 PM EST --
(I'm republishing some of my old poems)
I float, weightless
bouyant
carried inward
on saline waves.
Peacefully my subconcious
observes every . . . more
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March 31, 2008 11:43 AM EDT --
I ran across this in the Farmers Almanac and thought it was pretty neat. I have never heard it before so I thought I would share.
Married in January's chilling time, widowed you'll . . . more
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March 31, 2008 11:56 AM EDT --
Again something I found in the Farmers almanac too beautiful not to share.
Legend has it that the Portuguese attached this poem to the trees in their forests:
. . . more
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June 19, 2007 01:16 PM EDT --
Ever stayed up really, really late working on something to the point of exhaustion, and you pass out for just a few minutes, and when you wake up, you've got a second wind? This was from one of those . . . more
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March 02, 2008 02:50 PM EST --
(republished)
Reflections on a windswept day
gotta go, no time to play.
Busy is the way we live
no time to rest, even less to give.
We no longer stop to smell the rose . . . more
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August 05, 2008 02:50 AM EDT --
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August 24, 2008 12:39 AM EDT --
What about me
whan i was a kid
mom always drank
and you know she did
Who was there to
take care of me
who was there
to watch me
no one you see . . . more
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March 22, 2007 07:34 PM EDT --
For as long as I can remember,
Great people have joined in my journey
And turned into fire my joy that was but ember,
But then have all left and made my route more thorny.
Due to the absence of their . . . more
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August 21, 2007 02:53 AM EDT --
She had her first child when she was only a teen, her momma made the same mistake too. Now momma's gone home and she's left here alone in this world wonderin' what she should do. Many . . . more
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July 21, 2007 10:50 AM EDT --
I will love you so deeply,
I love you so much,
I love the sound of your voice,
And the way that we touch,
I love your warm smile,
And your kind, thoughtful way,
The joy that you bring,
To my life . . . more
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March 13, 2008 07:02 PM EDT --
Dark Rising in my heart
burn so hard I can never part
From the cloud of fuzz in my brain
that seems to only hold suffering pain
Dark Rising in my heart
your face shoots through . . . more
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July 18, 2007 03:58 PM EDT --
Believe in your heart that
something wonderful is about to happen.
Love your life.
Believe in your own powers,
and your own potential,
and in your own innate goodness.
Wake every morning
with the awe of . . . more
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December 21, 2006 03:37 PM EST --
I have a legacy of writings from my father and I love to reread them. Today I got them out and after reading through them I wrote this.
From Dad To Me
I've just reread Dad's poems to me
From . . . more
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