Tag: love
group name: criticscorner
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June 08, 2006 07:49 PM EDT --
For my spouse Inmaculada Cara Martin
If there were indeed a thousand and something nocturnes
they might have come bottled in handblown vials and jars, . . . more
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June 24, 2006 03:38 PM EDT --
Now the porn star seemed to be bleeding to death in the young man's hands.
If this were a movie, the flashback would have had him thinking of how he met her. How he saw her from the stage and . . . more
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September 17, 2006 02:22 PM EDT --
for Jenn B., my "jennie james," brilliant young writer and ex-Gatherer who I've worried about for four months since she left us, but now have learned happily is full of more life than ever! . . . more
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March 25, 2008 05:36 PM EDT --
When I'm Filled With Love
My fingers want to write poems,
My arms ache to embrace
And my feet want to dance
In the warm sands.
But my eyes only see
Beckoning fingers and siren eyes . . . more
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February 14, 2007 12:08 PM EST --
for Inmaculada Cara Martin, beloved wife, forever my valentine. With special use of the public domain lyrics from Richard Rogers and Lorenz Hart's immortal song, MY FUNNY VALENTINE, now a jazz . . . more
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July 21, 2008 03:45 PM EDT --
THE TYCOONS
I've spent some time traveling around Gather, trying to see how the other half lives or writes. What I noticed was that there are many popular authors who write about way-out fantasies. . . . more
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May 17, 2006 12:26 PM EDT --
As I walk,
My heart leaves its trail of ashes
Burnt to a crisp from being
Too close to you
Your fire singed me
And while the pain was great,
The ecstasy was greater
I continue to walk on
Hunched . . . more
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May 29, 2008 07:08 AM EDT --
Lord, You once came
To the most beautiful people on earth.
To the people that You chose to embrace
To the people to whom You first showed love.
You gave them of Your breath and soul.
And . . . more
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October 11, 2006 04:50 AM EDT --
"He tried to weigh his soul to see if it was a poet's soul. Melancholy was the dominant note of his temperament, he thought, but it was melancholy tempered by recurrences of faith and resignation . . . more
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June 22, 2006 05:36 PM EDT --
For Ed Nudelman on the Night of the Bonfire Fiesta of San Juan
This poem's about finding a pentacle in San Juan's pickle barrel
and plucking it out as midsummer . . . more
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June 11, 2006 11:35 AM EDT --
I.
Dead is as dead does.
Your love for me is dead love.
I can see it in your eyes.
Once love lived for you
But . . . more
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April 20, 2006 03:01 AM EDT --
It's clear here
underneath star-lit skies
No moon, no you
Just myself, alone
Funny isn't it
what happens between us
in the space only lovers know . . . more
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June 29, 2006 01:10 PM EDT --
for Mark Christian Klopp, troubadour, chocolatier, seer
I just found a silk souk past the Gate of Scales,
I just tasted a grape from your open mouth.
The medina spirals inward sighing genie tales
from . . . more
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May 18, 2006 12:26 AM EDT --
Love me
It's that simple
No fancy words needed
Nothing but you holding me tight
Love me
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June 04, 2006 07:11 AM EDT --
These summer drapes will never
Serve to hold in time.
And keep this quiet cocooned moment safe
Within this darkened room.
What we are right now will easily escape into
The outside . . . more
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June 02, 2006 02:44 PM EDT --
She loves in springtime
Dew clinging to her legs
As she walks through
The tall lush grass
Every curve sways
As he watches her
From behind the ancient oak
The one where they loved each other
Once . . . more
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July 01, 2006 04:58 PM EDT --
"No Muse-poet grows conscious of the Muse except by experience of a woman in whom the Goddess is to some degree resident; just as no Apollonian poet can perform his proper function unless he lives . . . more
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May 01, 2006 09:00 AM EDT --
for Angela Claire and Andalucia Dotson
may·day [máy dày] noun. distress call: the internationally recognized communications distress call.
My friend draws bright discs in . . . more
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September 25, 2006 03:14 PM EDT --
And every night i dream of you
And every rise you in my bed
A lovely thing to wake to, dreams.
A lovely thing this not mislead
to fall asleep
to talk
to touch
to songs
that as i lay in bed
still play . . . more
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June 23, 2006 05:20 AM EDT --
3 a.m.
I can hear you sleep
From all the way downstairs.
On cool granite
I slice thickly three
Of the stoutest
Tomato-reddest tomatoes
My garden has ever seen fit to deliver,
With their earth-musky . . . more
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