Tag: poetry
group name: nyread
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June 11, 2007 06:15 PM EDT --
I want to be there,
smell the ocean and breathe the air.
I long to feel the soft sun on my skin
to touch the grasses put toes in the sand.
Taste the clams, and watch the folk.
The cares of . . . more
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March 17, 2006 10:29 AM EST --
Gather:Read All About It ( It's Deja Vu All Over Again !)
George Corneliussen
I spent the last three days searching and reading the articles on Gather (and the comments made to those articles) . . . more
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August 23, 2006 11:30 AM EDT --
Like most of us I remember the teachers who helped me. Good teachers stand out because they are (in most cases) so few in number. My favorite teacher, Mrs. Jane Issom, died on this . . . more
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May 20, 2006 05:04 AM EDT --
I'm sure it's common knowledge to Avid New Yorker fans, a club which I have only recently become a member, but there are two incredible pieces that I think you should all be aware of.
The first . . . more
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September 24, 2007 03:22 PM EDT --
In The Hurtling, John Witte explores the contemporary world, in a voice both contemplative and urgent. Using an unusual form of three line stanzas that generally run short-medium-long, Witte manages to . . . more
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February 05, 2008 08:05 PM EST --
Winter's last snowpile:
small volcano melts away,
never to erupt.
(This poem is dedicated to Stefano P.)
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March 18, 2008 01:55 PM EDT --
Throbbing twilight
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A throb is coming alive,
It faces the cracked mirror,
And dares the reflection.
Jaded image speaks the tongue
Of an alien . . . more
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March 22, 2008 12:08 AM EDT --
The closed doors.
The closed doors look at his back.
You know they are insignificant!
He will not look back to see nameplates.
The sky welcomes a new wonderer,
A fellow of its eternity! . . . more
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March 25, 2008 11:22 AM EDT --
He has no calendar
His cheap cigar burns to suppress smells.
A moment of respite and a strike
To light up the smokes from a death-stick.
Now a young sun leans on blue terrace. . . . more
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March 26, 2008 10:46 AM EDT --
To the psychiatrist
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Tell her who is resting on your couch,
A cliché we live
Spread amid the movements of planets, . . . more
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February 29, 2008 09:49 AM EST --
Tears of an angel
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Winding up his wings
He sits on the steep end of the temple
The angel.
Down there people,
People touching
The marvels of ancient . . . more
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March 02, 2008 04:01 AM EST --
A kitty named "Zelda"
Her paws, soft, are upon fallen gold
Of rustling foliage. Cold sundown
Turns around to a shadowy cottage.
A cottage with a coach and love-strokes
On . . . more
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March 08, 2008 01:02 AM EST --
They arrested pa!
The storm on the northern sky
He eyes the yellow painted door,
Fingers quivered on touch of
The ancient woods and red bricks.
The crisscross of the net . . . more
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March 27, 2008 11:43 AM EDT --
Beneath your lonely feet
Walk a long desert.
The gold of a sky
Eternal, liquid.
Fire of sand touches
Both your lonely feet.
They call those bushes snake flowers.
The breeze . . . more
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March 10, 2008 10:45 AM EDT --
Ascent of a human
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A yellow star with love and power shines.
Rays are all I need at this moment of
Cactus grown on the uterus of mind.
To the sun . . . more
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March 22, 2008 08:16 AM EDT --
Seaside l ore---------------
She strolled down to sea at dead night.
That was the last of her seen, yet.
Legends roamed there and giggled with
Pebbles. Whispers of darkness were
So . . . more
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March 28, 2008 08:09 AM EDT --
A story retold
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Behold the flower stooping upon a flower,
The graves and stones are not cold under a warm star.
The metaphor of grief falls from a brown leaf.
A bold . . . more
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April 21, 2008 01:26 PM EDT --
Another funny day on Humor Monday - lots of articles to tickle your funny bone.
WARNING: Reading ALL these humor articles at one sitting may be deleterious to your mental . . . more
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May 15, 2007 01:49 PM EDT --
There's a cricket singing in my head,
singing night and day.
A symphony of chirps.
There's an errant lash
In my right eye
that makes it itch and red.
My skin is marked with age spots
My . . . more
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February 23, 2008 04:12 AM EST --
Amnesia arose
I never pardoned you to wake me
With a splash of grief
Thrown on my closed eyes.
Arose I found me amid wetness.
A bed of ocean,
The salt of . . . more
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