Tag: poem
group name: mnlife
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July 20, 2008 11:00 PM EDT --
The robin's alarm and the crow's rude cackle are all to be sensed...
The world still sleeps, except for the birds of pre-dawn...
So complete is the darkness here, no laws exist, . . .
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March 31, 2009 12:51 AM EDT --
I am my brother's pain
sailing down barracuda throats,
ranting with bloody teeth.
I am my brother's pain
tasting the raw gossip with
wicked, wagging tongues,
quoting with ardor and lust . . .
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July 07, 2008 09:55 PM EDT --
See the sly boy's face...
Between the thicket of two pines...
Look up, see the sunshafts...
Busting through branches, through leaves and tangle...
Of maple fronting . . .
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July 17, 2008 10:46 PM EDT --
He's quite certain that his parched throat, his squint means no disrespect to the sun.
Morning breaks and with comes the bravery of songbirds seeking food
It humbles him ... . . .
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September 21, 2007 03:58 PM EDT --
fallen leaves of change
blown by gray winds of autumn
startled sunlight here
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May 12, 2006 01:46 PM EDT --
a collaborative butterfly cinquain by Cindy Tebo and Jana B.
Harvests
delta
time where cotton
is king and wal-mart bags
blow like tumbleweeds down lonely
highways
to north . . .
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November 03, 2009 01:08 PM EST --
Not Counted
I am not on the list of names Mournfully read each September eleventh Won’t someone weep for me?
Hunched in a bundle of rags, that was me Sleeping off the vodka, forgetting . . .
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February 25, 2009 03:02 PM EST --
This penny wedged between the window sill and pane
Has been painted over twice.
I can tell because the paint's chipped and I see
Two layers: pink then minty green.
No one has . . .
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April 14, 2009 01:40 AM EDT --
April is a month for counting. How many Easter eggs in my basket? How many more weeks of school? How many more minutes of daylight each day? For those in the USA, we . . .
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September 13, 2009 02:55 AM EDT --
Sail Away
I’ve had my ear to the rail forty-six days and counting. Three yards up the line, my sister huddles, waiting, same as me.
Hearing something I jerk my head up, study the horizon. . . .
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April 28, 2009 05:33 PM EDT --
Since I'm not selling anything, no purchase necessary, I think I'll post this. And sorry about the too-big-picture, I'm not savvy with technology.
Hope you can . . .
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November 02, 2009 03:41 PM EST --
That was a bright and bitter day The phone rang She called, for the last time, simply to say, "I love you" and nothing more.
It took me a moment to grasp her message the way her breath caught like snowflakes . . .
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February 16, 2009 12:45 AM EST --
Changing a Flat
I grew up believing the world was flat
Have you ever lived in southwestern Minnesota?
You changed my flat world and even more than that
You believed in me, despite . . .
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April 27, 2006 10:19 AM EDT --
Every town should be immortalized in at least one limerick, don't you think?
There was a young man from Mankato.
He called his dear wife "Sweet Potato."
She said, "That's . . .
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July 01, 2009 03:16 AM EDT --
Femi Kuti performed at the Minnesota Zoo last night. King Sunny Adé opened the show. What struck me is the stage presence that Kuti commanded. He was not timid . . .
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July 08, 2009 02:26 AM EDT --
LM commented on my poetry blog saying, " this is what confuses me about poetry. [Your poem] “ Learning ” looked like nothing more than a short story that was broken up into short . . .
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February 13, 2009 03:32 AM EST --
(This isn't new, forgive me, but it's one that I need to bring along with me as I go forward.)
Flying
Tu ne seras pas oublié. . . .
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April 14, 2009 03:25 PM EDT --
My Friends
People I like
We sing, we talk, we bike
Not by blood, but by love, we're bound
Blessings
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June 07, 2009 01:08 AM EDT --
A triolet , a French-developed poetic form, repeats one particular line three times, hence its name. Because of the repetition, something that haunts you or dwells in you like an obsession--and . . .
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December 18, 2008 11:46 AM EST --
SNOW
He sits at his expensive guitar but won't play,
he doesn't want to make any noise.
He forgot his car, he won't drive,
he doesn't want to get there. . . .
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