Tag: poetry
group name: nonconform
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September 13, 2008 02:23 AM EDT --
Have you been on television? Under what circumstances? Were you happy with the results? Do you know anyone who has appeared on TV?
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July 05, 2007 08:47 PM EDT --
I was walking down life's highway a long time ago
One day I saw a sign that read, Heavens Grocery Store
As I got a little closer, the door came open wide
And when I came to myself, I was standing . . .
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August 01, 2007 03:04 PM EDT --
lotus petals without
stain emerge from muddy swamps
life eternal unfolds
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November 26, 2007 10:11 AM EST --
If I am disappointed,
perchance it is My Expectation
Not your decision, or lack;
. . .
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May 24, 2008 04:48 AM EDT --
Wilka's note: The oh-so-obvious play on "human sacrifice" of the soldiers
fighting and dying in a war-for-profit was too obvious, even for me.
So, I looked up . . .
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April 26, 2008 11:22 AM EDT --
O' beautiful! The spacious skies,
Filled with carbon air for gain,
Our purple mountain majesties
May be all that will remain!
America's Guantanamo!
Bush took your grace from thee, . . .
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June 28, 2007 06:11 PM EDT --
Dirty fossil fuel
environment equals life
let us breath deeply
I think that haiku gives you a good idea about what I feel passionate these days.
GLOBAL WARMING CHILLS MY HEART!!
P.O.R.N. . . .
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September 30, 2007 10:57 PM EDT --
(Parody song based on "Dirty Water" by the Standells)
Drowned by the server, with a million e-mails to wade through...
So I'm deleting, unsubscribing -- ain't there somethin' . . .
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October 19, 2007 04:46 PM EDT --
I am fresh out of forgiveness
I have in me no more fight
Now all that is left is loneliness
After trying so hard to get it right
I take pride in knowing I tried
I really feel that I gave . . .
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June 27, 2008 12:21 PM EDT --
List some photographs, visual art, books, music, lyrics, etc., you have published (You don't have to be the author/creator.).
I have authored and self-published a book of poetry: Necessary . . .
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August 13, 2008 12:20 PM EDT --
Another one on the latest events...
… And so I’m sitting here,
Listening to “Ekho Moskvy” –
The only radio station
I can more or less trust –
Thinking about . . .
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August 14, 2007 01:23 AM EDT --
I have this abiding curiosity about some of the songs of my country. And I often am surprised by the origins of what we take for Patriotic Song. One example is the melody of the National . . .
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February 21, 2008 04:09 PM EST --
Dick Winkin, Karl Blinkin and dumb little Noddy
Set sail in a wee little craft.
Dumb Noddy in midship, Karl in the fore,
And Dick Winkin, steady helmed from the aft.
So, these three, . . .
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May 11, 2008 10:31 PM EDT --
I wonder if you'll remember
when you're twenty-five
All the things you used to do
when you were just five
eating jars of . . .
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August 27, 2007 12:13 AM EDT --
Big Feet
Wet mud squirting up through my toes,
Splashing the puddle up to my nose
Huge Feet
Standing on one foot, posed like a tree.
Nobody balances better than me
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October 28, 2008 08:56 PM EDT --
This poem (initially written in Russian) is dedicated, of course, not as much to the historical Cyrano de Bergerac (6 March 1619 – 28 July 1655), a French writer, dramatist and duelist, as to the immortal . . .
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October 30, 2007 06:16 PM EDT --
The Movement of Peace in Poetic Form
O pen, reveal, revive;
. . .
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June 28, 2008 01:15 PM EDT --
From my first time on Gather, I have always felt that it was a very smart and intelligent community. The many articles, stories, and poetry that my fellow writers on this site was and still is . . .
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June 22, 2008 03:13 PM EDT --
She saved my life and doesn't even know it. My life was out of control and headed down the road to no where, a life without want or boundaries. Nothing I do or say could ever express just how . . .
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February 25, 2008 10:10 AM EST --
If ever I could be a speeding train on rims electrical I'd be a wreck,
Poles flicker by easily as the late afternoon creeps in beneath the blinds
where I retreat in the after in the ictal in the . . .
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