Tag: poem
group name: astrologyhouses
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July 24, 2007 05:57 PM EDT --
Thirteen Ways To Think Of Trees
The little girl’s hand touches the trunk gently
The bark is smooth in places
But her hand stops at the rough patch
She picks at the scaly edges
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May 11, 2007 03:25 PM EDT --
Do I dare to dream
To close my eyes
To drift away
And dream I was born to fly
High above the seas
I travel
High above
The city lights
Far off
To country islands
Far off
And out . . . more
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December 12, 2007 04:21 AM EST --
If only that were what it's all about
Communal fire, warm and glowing
Cooking up a feast enough to
fill our bellies and our larders
for wintry weeks to come;
Exchanging . . . more
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May 05, 2007 08:33 PM EDT --
In the garden
rags and broken bits,
trailing paper ribbons,
shards and excrement,
weave a picture, a scene
a thumbreel of protected vision.
The garden grows
though abandoned by light
and conscious . . . more
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September 08, 2007 11:27 PM EDT --
Not with a Bang
Stillness.
Light calmly shines
through bare-branch silhouettes.
Ice, frozen in time
sparkles, giving no reasons.
Still. Cold.
Natural cycles
Out on the battlefield of man
brutal . . . more
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September 07, 2007 04:19 PM EDT --
September
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Tumbling images
Old grey cur
hopping on 3 legs
tagged w/ a red bandana
Summer flowers
prickly to the touch
buzzing bees. These bones are old and weary.
Walking past the schoolyard, . . . more
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September 07, 2007 04:13 PM EDT --
The desert is a place
of holiness
ether thinned
between the worlds
Visions take on meaning
Coyote howls
Luminescent petals bloom
in echoing moonlight.
The desert is a place
of adventure
Ask Carlos . . . more
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May 12, 2007 04:01 AM EDT --
I go forth
via technology
like a robot
like an astronaut
studying the far reaches of
metaphysical space.
There is no face to hold me
to expected form.
Back in the far reaches
of humankind
there . . . more
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November 23, 2007 01:45 PM EST --
Persephone's Worlds
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I have wandered far from thoughtless girlhood,
am a woman, a Queen
in my own right
Yet I am treated with the expectations
of a mindless child . . . more
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September 11, 2007 02:47 PM EDT --
the rain sharks, scatters, sharps and splatters
the rain tells me what to do
The rain is our disguise
our temptation and our prize
the rain is a telephone call
the rain is true
rendering just a few . . . more
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September 15, 2007 06:38 PM EDT --
Paul and his drawl
Antonio and his didgeridoo
hoo hoo. hoo hoo.
Baltic rains and Celtic ruins
truth be told I;m not so old-
truth be held- I'm older than...
Trampoline time.
Journey . . . more
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October 01, 2007 04:16 PM EDT --
Red were her lips
Winter blue were her pants
fire was inside her
when he asked her to dance
North is for reasonability
South is for soon
Winter is for secrets
fire is for soup under . . . more
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October 01, 2007 04:12 PM EDT --
It was red the first time I met her
red like reason and maple syrup
all around the fire were beetles and hissing praying manthyses
all around town the northerners packed up to go on visits
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