Tag: poetry
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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May 29, 2006 11:23 PM EDT --
My first haikus! Honest critique, please...but bear in mind it's my first try!
Anyway, from what I hear, it's best to write about what you know, so...
Hoofbeats and heartbeats, . . . 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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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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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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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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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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March 16, 2008 02:24 PM EDT --
An old dog of a man squats low,
wears a utility shirt stamped USMC
with holes where a rank had been sewn.
He is under the eaves, watching
white hail miss his coffee mug. . . . more
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October 06, 2006 10:06 AM EDT --
Sometimes I watch them hover
over my boys' pallet treehouse
clinging to that weak-limbed pine.
I know they see me, dishpan hands
scooping dog crap from holy sod,
my face broken red from men
who never . . . 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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August 25, 2006 01:10 AM EDT --
The poet in a lone line
Can blow your ever-loving mind
In just a sentence or two
The poet tells true
What it takes a novel to do.
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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September 01, 2006 03:03 PM EDT --
You know who you are
Sitting at the Piano Bar
All gussied up to strike a pose
If power people walk the row
It wasn't enough to invite yourself
It wasn't enough to delight yourself
In vulgar displays . . . 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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April 28, 2006 06:25 PM EDT --
trees looking limp and damp
and when a gentle breeze comes
leaves shake, wiry branches
sway.
it is as if the . . . 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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April 28, 2006 03:46 PM EDT --
Springtime leaves
were dollar bills
greenbacks
payment
of winter debt
Relief
Tattered carpets
were rug seeds
Persian
soft fuzz
on bare feet
Renewed
Harsh words
were spring . . . more
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December 05, 2006 05:06 PM EST --
Into your chest I reach
My two hands heart seeks
And softly wrap
Hot breath
A little tender rubbing
Squeeze
Release
In close embrace I hold you
To feel your pump and beat
Your . . . 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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August 13, 2006 09:27 AM EDT --
We are washed out with winter's rain
Pushed along by Santa Anna Winds
Winter's mild smile hidden today
As we roll out on our whims
Road trip riding up the coast
Ignite friendship's eternal . . . more
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