Tag: poetry
group name: kindredspirits
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October 25, 2007 05:26 PM EDT --
The Point is one of the oldest sections of Newport, going right back to the 1640s. Most of the houses on the lower end of the Point are restored colonials going back into the 1700s. Farther up Shingle . . . more
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February 17, 2008 06:59 PM EST --
Although many miles lie between us
there exists even less between us
t han if we were but mere inches apart.
For now, I cannot possibly forget you
or even neglect you . . . more
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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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September 21, 2008 09:10 AM EDT --
. .. Written in the heated August 2008.
What I can give to you?...
What I can give to you,
My remote dear friend?
Russian lullaby’s smooth flow,
Tender stroke . . . more
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January 09, 2007 07:06 PM EST --
She is the tree and the tree is she
Battered by wind and rain
Weighed down by snow
Baked by sun
Burdened by the young and hungry
For whom she is merely shelter
She is the tree and the tree . . . more
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January 09, 2007 11:56 AM EST --
On the broad road to nowhere - in a strange familiar land ,
I chanced upon a March Hare . . . more
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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.
more
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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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January 09, 2007 06:18 PM EST --
With the loss of a loved one, it is hard to feel,
It seems like a dream-- this can't be real...
One moment they're here; and then, they're gone.
And now I will sing their song... . . . more
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January 15, 2007 06:04 PM EST --
Time lurks like an evil thief
Stealing every minute
It takes your past
Your future
And every second in it.
Is there a away to elude
This thief?
It’s there when you’re asleep . . . 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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September 17, 2008 11:32 PM EDT --
Out Of Balance
©9.17.08 Robert Burnham
Silent Comprehension
Realizing; . . . more
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February 08, 2008 08:07 AM EST --
I've frequently and painfully realized,
but seldom given it a deserved voice
there are many more forms of untreated cancers
than the ones they can treat right now.
Some are . . . more
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July 11, 2007 12:44 AM EDT --
The last hours of day
cling to the sky
as I watch you eagerly run back and forth
into the sea
without a shiver on nine year old skin
One more time Mom! you call out
Tinker toy legs . . . more
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March 28, 2007 01:19 AM EDT --
A lonely sentinel
of mortar and stone
a purpose long since served,
stands surrounded
by the rustle of windblown leaves,
forever dead,
across supple blades
of newborn grasses...
both kissed . . . more
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