Tag: poem
group name: criticscorner
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June 20, 2006 02:47 PM EDT --
For Will Evans, poet and architect of the mind
You go with what the angelic voice you're given gives you, like it or not,
sapphires or shish kebob; the room at the end where the masks hang
simply's . . . more
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August 23, 2007 12:04 PM EDT --
I noticed him, unwillingly, like a speck of dust
caught, carelessly, in the corner of my eye.
As children go, he was unremarkable,
except for the concentration of his stare
upon a dot of nothing, . . . 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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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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May 06, 2006 02:15 AM EDT --
A still pretty woman in on a barstool,
waiting on an inattentive mate,
gets restless.
And when he notices, he tells
the man he's . . . 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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October 23, 2007 02:31 PM EDT --
for Ed Nudelman, Gather´s most prolific poet troubador and my dear friend in the emptiness. This poem is as much about weathering brickbats in the real world as in the virtual. . . . more
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June 13, 2006 10:18 PM EDT --
Walking through a thick-grown field,
mid-step I was forced to yield,
my heavy foot suspended, just inches above the head
of a near unnoticed guest,
who, in my carelessness
I had almost rendered . . . more
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July 04, 2006 04:10 PM EDT --
To Joseph Moncure March and Langston Hughes
Moll, with the long legs, wreaking of gin,
whose conversations never end, and never begin,
who never knew naught of heaven . . . more
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August 24, 2006 10:41 PM EDT --
It is the long armed ladies, in short chemises,
couched in disarming hair and following conversations,
whose obsequious obeisance to their own beauty,
catches the unwary eye, and lets death fall upon . . . more
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August 24, 2006 10:52 PM EDT --
You were always waiting for something, weren't you?
Waiting for the sun to slowly descend
from its chariot for a chance chat?
Was it that, or was it something else, perhaps?
The low, longing . . . more
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September 29, 2006 10:16 PM EDT --
I call you my bones,
because you are my structure.
This is why I grasp at the mean hours between us,
like a fool following pages
. . . more
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July 08, 2008 01:02 PM EDT --
I forgot to link y'all to this: How To Write a Sestina
Try it, you'll be glad you did.
No one
Can write a poem using two
Hands, a sheet of . . . more
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July 29, 2006 11:11 AM EDT --
Beneath the oaks
sunlight splashes
like dappling on a pony.
Even the very old
no longer recall the days
when the horse drawn carriages
. . . more
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June 23, 2007 12:05 PM EDT --
Waking
Shortening shadows slake the thirsty earth, like midnight rain retreating from morning prayers. The edge of each page, a hinterland ‘twixt life and sleep; and stenographer’s scribbling . . . more
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July 17, 2007 06:33 PM EDT --
Weary were the guests,
unwelcomed and waiting death’s report,
consumed with the frivolities of their host’s misfortune.
One sat, he, uncomfortable for want of cushion,
upon a broad-backed . . . 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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August 26, 2006 08:38 PM EDT --
I decided to give you a little of my history in an I am from poem. Most people have read these types of poems before... here is mine
I am from the valley
And the winding rivers
From a beaver and a river . . . more
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June 09, 2006 03:05 PM EDT --
I had the opportunity to see former Canadian Ambassador and the Secretary General's Special Envoy for HIV/AIDS Stephen Lewis speak recently. He is a man of almost unparalleled eloquence, grace, . . . more
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October 05, 2006 06:28 AM EDT --
Syntax, dear friend,
writhes as you did and do;
for to write is to choose at the cross-roads
both true,
and untrue; and I doubt my love,
just as I desire
that your love bleed over my face,
set me . . . more
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