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Post by tillystar on Mar 2, 2009 10:42:17 GMT
The red dress in the shop window is so pretty Oh man, it would look so good with those sparkly shoes Thud! The bills land on the mat And the dress is quickly forgotten
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Post by tillystar on Mar 2, 2009 10:45:20 GMT
All the people standing on the platform look so glum Grey suits, grey hair, grey smiles A gorilla in a pink hat and stilettos runs between them But no one looks up
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Post by tillystar on Mar 2, 2009 10:50:03 GMT
The little red boat goes in circles, lost on the wide ocean The couple inside snuggle together, scared The lady goes to answer the phone And never gets to find out what happened next
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2009 10:59:02 GMT
Great!
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Post by spindrift on Mar 2, 2009 16:37:02 GMT
Where once the pubs were full at lunchtime I can now choose my seat near the fire March days are noticeably longer I drive home with hunger satisfied.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2009 12:20:19 GMT
A glimpse out the curtain silver slipper of a moon I retire to my bed Awaken to a shining star.
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Post by spindrift on Mar 3, 2009 14:26:41 GMT
That's nice, Casimira.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2009 17:17:29 GMT
It's a lovely way to unclutter the mind in the early morn. I used to write a haiku every a.m. and did so for about 2 years. Don't know why I stopped. Thanks for reintroducing this ritual.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2009 18:01:16 GMT
I watch bad things on the news and hemoglobin speckles the screen. What is the world coming to? Time for a Bloody Mary.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2009 11:44:20 GMT
A sudden shower drums down Upon the roof New grass struggling to emerge Kissed by the glistening dew
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Post by BigIain on Mar 4, 2009 16:20:50 GMT
As I stand and turn to leave the room A voice in my head demands one last lingering look The auburn leaf falls lifelessly to the silent, frost covered soil Must all things that live also wither and decay?
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2009 22:59:07 GMT
That's beautiful BI
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Post by lola on Mar 5, 2009 4:42:35 GMT
Bixaorellana, how great to see our efforts on the Free Clinic Scroll, all beautified. I wouldn't have realized there was a second page, either, if I hadn't stumbled upon it.
Thanks so much! Makes me want to try again. So many good ones.
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Post by bixaorellana on Mar 5, 2009 4:57:52 GMT
Yes ~~ more Lola poems! You are so good at this.
Hmmmmm about not seeing 2nd page, though. When you open a thread, you should be taken directly to the most recent part of it.
*worry*
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Post by lola on Mar 5, 2009 5:02:19 GMT
The world has such a number of fine things, Such beauty, such friendship, such laughter. On the street yesterday I forgot where I was: Surrounded by life, by spring, by the moment.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2009 12:16:09 GMT
Competing in the spring winds Swallows sweep in the sky On the ground the cat saunters Both then realize they're home
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2009 12:15:38 GMT
A thin line of pink clouds A mourning dove calls for his mate Saturday dawn in the city Clouds and doves know not the day.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2009 15:23:17 GMT
The stars have gone away and the moon is in the gutter. Africa is truly the dark continent tonight. How long until sunrise?
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2009 15:32:10 GMT
The moon will be full tonight let her rays burn bright Our sisters tears we share All our skies together unite
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Post by Jazz on Mar 11, 2009 16:40:41 GMT
Shattered, the darkness falls and light feels forever fragmented. But the delicate glow of our thousand candles tonight will warm you and be with you.
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Post by palesa on Mar 12, 2009 1:13:15 GMT
Thank you! thak you
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Post by bixaorellana on Mar 12, 2009 1:49:37 GMT
Dear lively mind and kind heart, now silent. Your presence and your absence felt equally in the hushed house you shared. She knows you're gone. She knows you're there.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2009 22:08:17 GMT
I take photos near my home of buildings and streets that seem not to change. Ghosts from a hundred years ago share my shiny cobblestones.
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Post by spindrift on Mar 25, 2009 9:23:55 GMT
Now the sun shines warm Then cold winds blow from the north She longs for all things Indian Nevertheless Spring unfurls the buds
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2009 18:11:06 GMT
The old lady went to the hospital for a visit with the neurologist. We saw a nice photo expo on the walls. B&W NYC to eke memories of the past.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2009 5:52:11 GMT
The summer season is ending Leaves clutter the pavement The gypsy occupies her usual place Coins begin to drop like leaves
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Post by lola on Sept 30, 2009 15:30:18 GMT
Autumn is the ripest for poetry, with inherent symbolism: All that is vital sinks to the earth, and life, like a leaf, flutters down. I stare at a computer screen; How to rake this all together and pile into a poem?
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Post by bixaorellana on Sept 30, 2009 15:41:34 GMT
Thank you both for sharing these visions of autumn. And what beautiful juxtaposition, with "Coins begin to drop like leaves" moving directly to "Autumn is the ripest for poetry".
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2009 13:38:13 GMT
Going to Egypt again does not amuse me. I see that it will be over 30° tomorrow. A heavy sweater will be necessary. The hotel air conditioning makes ice cubes.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2009 3:37:07 GMT
The wedding guests still may show Pyramids in the desert dark Will Kerouac join the bride and groom? A photograph floating down the Nile.
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