Tag: verse
group name: writingcranny
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March 15, 2008 12:24 AM EDT --
Sometimes she wants to rear up and
run down the frayed, pink chenille
to the painted rail between bedposts,
take the rail like a foxhunter's horse,
instead of standing on skeins of yarn
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May 15, 2008 10:00 PM EDT --
Decide on the look first.
Will there be one color, or two,
and will they be warm or cold, plain or bold?
Both or either or none?
Feed the snake prisms and small suns, one a week.
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May 12, 2008 06:00 PM EDT --
They had, one would guess, brought the helicopter
in on account of hope that all was not irrevocably
lost on the office kitchen floor, that resuscitation amid
coffee pot shards by strangers in paramedic . . . more
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May 16, 2008 12:41 PM EDT --
Counting Aprils, I come up
with sixty-one and see
three lovers I have yet
to meet. And nine friends
plus a grandchild, my 6 th ,
that may be a boy, or
a girl (not yet conceived). . . . more
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March 10, 2008 11:08 AM EDT --
Lying in grass, drinking blackberry wine
I watch two hawks arguing territory with crow.
Ee-ow, ee-ow, I call. They respond,
settle differences; quiet descends. . . . more
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February 29, 2008 07:34 PM EST --
Waves shuffle the deck
present me with a new hand
before I can act on the old.
It's conch to jellyfish low
when my ante
disappears with a bubble
down the gullet of a clam.
Damn ocean . . . more
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June 01, 2008 12:56 AM EDT --
I hope you get well soon.
I'm enjoying the book.
I found your medical center receipt
in the middle of
the chapter about
The Jungle Goolah Boy
The spine is cracked right there . . . more
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June 06, 2008 08:24 AM EDT --
The highway blew away the town years ago,
like dandelion feathers on a breath
fossils is all that's left
Brittle things that got nowhere to go
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March 10, 2008 11:01 AM EDT --
All myths
break even
on the sand
I'm
Greek for the sea
more
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March 02, 2008 06:30 PM EST --
and a ship sinks
funny
what goes through
the mind of a tired man
who drinks
Irish whiskey
as the evening glides
hour by hour
thinks about
how bad life can be
how good life . . . more
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March 03, 2008 09:32 PM EST --
The Chilled Air
Across my street
is a telephone pole
and beside it
is a white cross
marking the last stand
of a boy fleeing the police.
Last summer
I drove a stretch
of Highway . . . more
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June 05, 2008 06:08 PM EDT --
An interesting website:
http://www.red-coral.net/Amer.html
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June 15, 2008 02:03 PM EDT --
The skies are leaden, the rain beats down;
Lightening flashes, Thunder booms a warning.
The water is soaked up by a thirsty earth;
puddles form, the wind rushes around.
The storm . . . more
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June 06, 2008 03:53 PM EDT --
The US Constitution gives Americans free speech.
Does that imply that we can freely exercise the power of dissent?
Yes, in some cases it does -- in other cases, maybe not.
Try going to a presidential . . . more
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June 17, 2008 10:59 PM EDT --
Grandpa Joe had eighteen cats,
kept in a dark never ending
cavernous place he called the barn.
These feline fiends ran like race horses
when approached.
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March 02, 2008 10:49 PM EST --
Backlit,
an S-curve silhouette
patters in the bathroom.
Jars and bottles
tapping on the counter.
Frogs peep-singing,
heard through
the window screen.
Nestled,
her match is already . . . more
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July 14, 2008 02:39 PM EDT --
incidents of daily life are a dance
in time, a pirouette in learning,
a waltz of happiness, a procession
of confusion, or a jig of
sorrow and shame, the steps
of the dance . . . more
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June 11, 2008 04:41 PM EDT --
Here's a few I gleamed from Ted Kooser and several other noted poets, as I understand them:
DO'S & DON'TS OF CONTEMPORARY POETRY
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June 30, 2008 01:19 AM EDT --
I published 20 rules for
writing modern poetry,
here's a poem that just
can't follow those rulez!
rule one: never use words
with . . . more
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June 11, 2008 12:47 AM EDT --
silence is an owl ready
to kill, its talons on a branch
alert for prey, flies away
more
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