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While oatmeal lay congealing
in bowls on the kitchen table,
by RuthKephart
22 lines, 5 comments,
on Nov 21 9:26 PM 2007
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"Coconut snow cones!
Write about snow cones,
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by RuthKephart
34 lines, 5 comments,
on Oct 19 9:44 PM 2007
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by RuthKephart
7 lines, 3 comments,
on Oct 17 10:00 PM 2007
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by RuthKephart
24 lines, 2 comments,
on Oct 17 9:46 PM 2007
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by RuthKephart
22 lines, 5 comments,
on Oct 17 9:10 PM 2007
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by RuthKephart
23 lines, 7 comments,
on Sep 25 1:49 PM 2007
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Your death has defined me;
I am no longer
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The breeze blows softly o’er the field / Where brothers fought and then were killed / Both blue and gray their red blood spilled / Upon the sacred ground / “Fight to the death!” their sole
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His pen becomes his magic wand; / One wave and even he / Is transported through time and space / Within his poetry. / He dares recall his y
by RuthKephart
11 lines, 9 comments,
on Jul 9 9:26 PM 2007
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Already you were part of me - / blue? pink? it mattered not. / Carefully I held you, / deep beneath flesh, / enclosed within womb - / flo
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I saw you just the other night; / two bodies outlined in the light. / You held her near you, tight and close, / there by our old house on t
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The poet sits in dim lit den; / his gnarled fingers grasp his pen; / a simple tool of common men; / his sword of truth that tells no lies.
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fingers sketch / ebony skin / cloaked in soft moonlight / unaware / of my lingering gaze / he sighs / as in his dreams / he sleeps / dim shadows fall / to capture str
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The cowboy spends his life in the wide open plains / with chaps on his legs and his hands on the reins. / The saddle beneath him, the rope
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I’ve waited lifetimes for this night. / I strike the candles, dim the lights / and whisper as he comes in sight, / “let’s do this right. Le
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I don’t recall your sensual style;
the way your lips bent in a smile;
your curves, your touch, your kiss divine -
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