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I love to moon away the day
with poem and serenade;15 lines, 6 comments, on Jan 27 2:20 AM 2002. In Sad -
the rivulet, which gurgled every spring
my name -
And then ... my father died
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I wanted to capture your golden words
toying with verbs and investigating -
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(FUN: I wrote this
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I write a poem in purple mourning;
There is no greater sorrow -
sunlight futilely
birds in own captivity -
Tonight I need nothing to be happy again
nothing more than tears blotting -
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(organ playing in an empty cathedral)
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human hands
have built a home -
sometimes
every dream becomes old -
in deserts waits the seed of growth
silently in its solemn bed -
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when I think of you and close my eyes -
dancing does not dare
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On my cheeks the stars of sorrow.
May I please borrow -
you sliced my heart.
still in anaphylactic shock -
And slow and sure the willows sleep;
a breath amiss in songs that weep.21 lines, 13 comments, on Sep 24 12:53 PM 2006. In Contemporary, Collaboration -
As every morning before
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17 lines, 12 comments, on Sep 25 1:48 PM 2006. In Sad
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you've lost your shoe
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sometimes no one is near
but red lilies -
you left me so many times:
forever you leave me -
there
shall come58 lines, 14 comments, on Jan 2 1:13 AM 2007. In Form Poetry -- Inspired -
you cannot read my words
anymore: neither now nor tomorrow41 lines, 18 comments, on Jan 2 4:21 AM 2007 -
27 lines, 9 comments, on Jan 3 9:08 AM 2007
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do not disregard shame
it is an indication -
For a disillusioned Poet
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I sang to you my silent song,
a Cappella. -
there is an itch
not to be reached -
a single flower growing there
in green of heaven's meadows -
On my return
the room has gone to sleep -
arms remember curves / and chains / as lips remember words / and games / within the residu of marbled kiss / a memory of bliss / / angl
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the cold kiss did not stay / it was buried that day / with him / who locked her out / into the snow of night / / let me in my child / no
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/ / fragile, my broken sweetness / fragile, my fractured hope / fragile, my moment's yearning / fragile, my silken rope / / fragile, my
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sculpt in sound / a wheelbarrow on concrete / trowels scrape plaster / metal-mixed mortar / spade's rough kisses mingle / cement stone and
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they say i write sorrow / so seamless /
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i remember white curves / of calla: / pale hands held yellow candles / in winter's onslaught / golden cores / of gracious guilloche / rattl
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silence left me. / see? / silence left me. / what did silence leave me / on leaving me? / eyelids eyebrows and eyes. / see? / silence left
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there is a street / sans wind or reed / by heavy feet / it's etched / stark winter came / 'gain and again / and cloaked with rain / it said
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the soul die singing / it is said / of the thornbird / but the rest? / mourning the thorn / in the breast / and the missing song's / tormen
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I was lost in a jungle
of tar and tires -
Sometimes days and nights
are waiting to become whole -
behind the door in garden wall
there waits a girl with silken scroll -
it is night
and slightly solemn -
it spurts a river
a river it runs -
You caused distance
between us -
Alone within storm and sorrow cladeth
Thy faire eyes, sweet Magdalen! -
Only the Sea-winds Speak
Humiliated, I see my fragile worth, -
she left the part of him
which didn't love -
Missing you ... and heartbeat starts to bleed
its gaping wound, filling a well of sorrow. -
I had a dream of you. Terminal, but drenched in warmth
and light, waiting upon your bed for death to come -- -
layer by layer in twilight
night over mountains36 lines, 7 comments, on Jan 4 1:08 PM 2008. In Free-verse, Contemporary -
I am tired of time worn fad words
like tattered -
from all niches comes spring
and fork options -
I was born into a world so cold
I was standing all alone -
muted sweet memories
bluebells of loss -
blind eyes
Love's Light -
reën giet doplose korrels
van pers hemele -
pain's taints
blot -
you utter no words
but vulnerable -
Neither Christian Dior, nor Givenchy,
can define the self, when the I slip away -
there are wounds in our wonder
there is wonder in our wounds -
I looked into my heart to write 7
a touch of cold in the autumn night; 1 -
I looked into my heart to write,
to find solace in soul's bright of light; -
sorrow is a crying clown strung to Life's
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when you started to repeat to me
stories you have told before -
write to me of beauty
for my heart is squashed -
love, whisper to me
summer sunsets to hold me -
Blanched by heartbreak,
a dove-gray dawn dribbles its pewter -
you have killed yourself
by putting swords -
oh? yes!
take the lead -
sometimes sorrow is a snail
soft inside the spiral of shell -
In retrospect the dream was real,
futile the hope, deep the despair: -
loss came to us like a train
trucked in compartments -
Of loss you spoke -- and how it froze;
Of love that changed, from sun to snow, -
You are with me, with me and inside Him
You are with me, inside where you belong -
I was once held
in your teacup of dreams -
words tumbled from my fingertips:
devil i said coward -
Sorrow has a way to stay ...
no matter how bright the sunshine, -
in rubble
i slide face-down -
gentleness has been the token
of my femininity -
in every room your name is etched
on walls on ceilings and on beds -
Beauty does not always dwell in brilliance. for it may be plucked prematurely; before stars may sprout on tendrils of eyes reaching for hea
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a lily sweet on tender stem
was found by breeze on river's hem -
beautiful shades make imprints
and spaces -
The tremble was shallow. Barely perceptible. Just a shiver of slight life, a pulse not able to pump the blood in transparent veins, or to l
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To breathe in love the silent air
that carries dreams of night's despair; -
You ask about resolution, friend.
How the fragile flower -
Housed in his Heart so safely
held by his peace Above -
Mother
your absence filled my entire world -
You are with me ...
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Reason for divorce?
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to dance away the pain of dread
firstly you must get ready set -
Tested by fire
four burnt angels -
Time
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Mortal moments slip by:
some filled with unnecessary jargon -
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life --
with its clouds of confusion -
First it was subtle: just the prick of irritation
in conversation or a freezing tone, -
when you go away
there are no ponds flying -
there comes a chill in tender hearts
when memories are shred to shards -
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garlands of gold against silver white sorrow
memories woven in broken laurette -
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