Tag: poetry
member name: Atticus *.
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November 07, 2009 06:11 AM EST --
One thing that I dearly want in my life is to be able to express myself well as a poet. I am not a great poet, but I’m constantly growing as one, and it pleases . . .
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November 05, 2009 10:52 PM EST --
About Ziggurats:
Before Young
Cyrus / Xerxes /
Darius Were
Enthroned Victorious,
Foreign Ur-s
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November 01, 2009 11:09 AM EST --
A
boy........has already
called
down
enough
. . .
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November 01, 2009 09:07 AM EST --
ambivalence blooms crystalline daily
even faith goes hungry
i just know love must never over promise.
quiet........
rancorous sentiment . . .
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November 02, 2009 11:18 AM EST --
(He)
“Baloney Comrade!
-Don’t Even
Feign Grace!
Holy Institutions'
Jingoistic Kowtowing . . .
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May 21, 2009 01:50 PM EDT --
My muse murmurs a word in the dark,
a bug in my ear, caught crawling
through pages, or snatched
from the airwaves, . . .
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March 24, 2009 10:27 PM EDT --
I am not afraid of flowers,
not afraid of a sparrow's song,
not afraid of wind on long grass.
Not afraid;
though I know there is a price to pay, . . .
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June 12, 2009 10:34 AM EDT --
Once I was counseled by a wolf.
He spoke from the center of madness,
ravenous . . .
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October 01, 2009 01:41 PM EDT --
They are such
difficult flowers,
hothouse orchids,
we water with care;
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June 03, 2009 06:31 PM EDT --
She nailed a Haiku to the door at midnight;
a perfect lie, singing like a canary
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August 24, 2009 10:57 PM EDT --
Never informed by the sobriety of angels, You have been this way since before
Jesus wept.
I dare not call you capricious, in describing your . . .
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March 19, 2009 11:55 PM EDT --
On the highway home tonight
tears for your mother came in a slow rain
under trust for my love of your company
and the joy of the day.
The sound of their falling . . .
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August 05, 2009 11:09 PM EDT --
Corkscrew angels are surfing the mind Box Elder, Maple, Elm, Cotton Wood, miniature thoughts; mighty forests . . .
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August 23, 2009 01:47 PM EDT --
Rolling down mountains, doubt fogs all my assumptions. I am inconstant.
The cool of this morning air, tempers the ascent of stone .
Full disclosure: this . . .
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September 11, 2009 01:35 AM EDT --
Satori is clothed in red thread and candle light. Then dawn combs her hair.
for James Ciriaco
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April 20, 2009 04:54 PM EDT --
Birdbath.
Her gaze graces
this turbid bowl, as if...
roil'd feathers, her only concern.
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July 29, 2009 08:05 PM EDT --
Cloudburst under cover
of dark
leaves shaken limbs strewn.
Still, wild distant shore
birds
welcome sunrise. . . .
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June 09, 2009 06:24 PM EDT --
She always colors between the lines. Her crayon's stroke is most sublime. Far afield my hand does stray, when pushing . . .
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August 26, 2009 06:00 AM EDT --
In Constantinople they cried A sword in Constantine's side The inconstant moon had signaled their doom . . .
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October 12, 2009 03:45 PM EDT --
As Autumn turns cold,
half-eaten pecans yet fall,
littering . . .
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