Tag: poem
group name: kindredspirits
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July 24, 2007 02:30 AM EDT --
There is so much in my mind
cluttering and hiding inside
So much I want to say
but somehow get lost along the way
Noone will listen or try to understand
How can they? When even I am unsure
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August 27, 2007 10:35 PM EDT --
To think I almost missed it, walking by
In mud that slurped and suckled at my shoes;
I thought it just a pile of wilted leaves
Discarded from some other recent loss.
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September 24, 2008 01:44 PM EDT --
This is a poem written by my Granddaughter Miri after we went to see Barack Obama speak in Green Bay. She is 11 years old.
Awakened
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September 13, 2008 01:20 AM EDT --
Where do the gulls go?
Pelicans hide and seeking
Shelter from the wind.
I saw a news video of the hurricane Ike. A seagull fighting the wind.
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July 17, 2007 01:29 PM EDT --
With my eyes
I will ask your eyes for permission
To enter the space of your aura.
And if you grant it to me,
I will raise my mouth to
Sweetly kiss your cheeks
As one would greet an old . . . more
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January 06, 2007 08:19 PM EST --
Short sleeves,
Bare knees,
Christmas trees?
Seventy degrees!
© L. Radwan 2007
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May 18, 2008 06:20 PM EDT --
Imagination...
is my favorite illicit drug...
and I'm addicted
to the passion of it,
alway seeking,
searching,
jonesing
for
the next fix
to rattle my soul... . . . more
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January 21, 2007 10:54 PM EST --
I would just like to say that I do not believe I have been a victim of the nasty practice of what has become known as drive by's on Gather. But no doubt I WILL BE NOW, so if you do . . . more
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February 18, 2007 09:29 PM EST --
Wood smoke and embers
spiraling high into night
stirs something ancient.
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June 06, 2008 04:59 PM EDT --
Stepping through the portal,
beyond the secret veil,
crossing through the water plane,
the vaporized exhale.
From the ocean to the vapor,
rising up into the clouds,
rain pouring . . . more
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June 13, 2007 09:47 PM EDT --
I wrote this poem out of respect for a generation of people known as the stolen generation. Australian Aboriginal men . . . more
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July 19, 2007 04:12 AM EDT --
I've . . . more
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July 20, 2007 10:22 AM EDT --
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August 15, 2007 06:45 AM EDT --
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August 16, 2007 01:30 AM EDT --
Note: I am hoping for constructive critique on this poem and hope those who have some background in the varying styles of poetry will take the time to give me such.
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March 20, 2007 03:09 PM EDT --
I am a secret
I cannot be kept
My eyes betray me
My words enslave me
I am a promise
I cannot be fulfilled
An ego of glass
A yen unsurpassed
I am a lie
I cannot be told . . . more
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April 04, 2007 10:59 AM EDT --
Books stuffed in cardboard boxes
Packed in mildewed neglect
Coffee stained earmarked pages
Stuck with untapped potential
From a geyser of thought
Words gushed through open pores
To . . . more
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June 24, 2007 06:09 PM EDT --
I wrote this poem at age 13 in a boys home called the mountain.
I was sent to the boys home for assaulting a man who killed my dog with a golf . . . more
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August 05, 2007 05:51 AM EDT --
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August 27, 2007 08:08 AM EDT --
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