Tag: poem
member name: Carol Cassell
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January 07, 2007 06:47 PM EST --
Just a little bit more, just a little bit more
Of one thing or another
He is always right
Too many waters through the stream
Of conscientiousness could not fool him
Wasted in total . . .
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September 10, 2006 12:06 AM EDT --
The Bagpipers in
Bright colors of
Scottish plaid kilts of tartan
Bagpipes com'in from a cemetery
Beckon mourners to
come lay him down gently
in the ground
Lay him down gently . . .
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October 07, 2006 11:26 AM EDT --
So stupid to sleep past noon
The day no longer chilled
Heat is coming from the sun
Time to pick the last tomatoes.
My life is plotted like the color
Of the chrysanthemums . . .
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August 31, 2006 02:42 PM EDT --
Upon the weathered
window pane,
Birds argue
Feathers fly!
A squaking frenzy!
Birds are all in it
for the bird
they are.
Now it is quiet.
In the distance
Another bird is
singing.
Birdtalk, calling
my . . .
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November 08, 2006 07:17 AM EST --
Sunlit touches of golden glaze
Upon the branches of colorful trees;
Autumn's ballet of
The whispering leaves;
Harvest full and plenty.
God's gaze upon us all
Thanks . . .
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September 27, 2006 11:45 PM EDT --
Welcome to depressionland.
It is too late at night
When guilt and shame and other
pals seek to do me harm.
What I really need is a good night's rest;
And to put depressionland on the midnight . . .
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September 30, 2006 08:22 PM EDT --
Apple pies smells weaken
Young men's souls
And spoil ole men for life.
Tall thin trees
Reaching up to the clouds;
Never a finer light,
Than warming amber sunlight
Behind the . . .
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August 31, 2006 02:58 PM EDT --
Why are my children
so far away
from everything
I pray?
Please help them to succeed
Not to tarry,
lean on you
heed the call.
. . .
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October 07, 2006 11:08 AM EDT --
Like a dog she takes orders
with ears half open
then she finds he's angry
with her again
Seems, she can't do anything
Quite up to his standard
In all she knows he's right.
She's . . .
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August 29, 2006 03:08 PM EDT --
Have you ever let your children see you cry?
Do they know the reason why?
Men, have your sons seen you cry?
That they know it is okay and it isn't
unmanly to show that you . . .
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September 01, 2006 08:58 AM EDT --
To all the daughters
who ever were, my
daughter is the finest.
She is a mixture of
contrasts, earthy
tones, and bright
blue eyes beyond her
years she sees.
A child of divorce,
inheriting problems . . .
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September 25, 2006 11:36 PM EDT --
So calm the sea tonight.
Moonlight caresses the stars.
While shimmering lights gleam from
A lighthouse on the far horizon
There upon the tranquil bay,
the night inhales
With spray foaming . . .
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September 17, 2006 09:00 AM EDT --
Barking dogs on a Sunday morning
Lawn mowers before nine
Sirens, bells and whistles
Noisy People and negative vibes
Please spare me the temptation
To complain, Dear Lord,
On this beautiful . . .
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September 11, 2006 02:44 PM EDT --
There's never going to be a day without
some annoyance
There's never going to be a day without
some stupidity
There's never going to be a day without
embarrassment, hurt and shame
There's . . .
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September 14, 2006 03:14 PM EDT --
~ I found this in a diary of poems generated by my son's accident: A head injury two centimeters the other way could have killed him. Fortuanately, he only lost . . .
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August 31, 2006 09:30 PM EDT --
The old worn-out house
Sat empty for so long,
Cobwebs hung on doors.
And winding weeds grew out
Window panes.
Then sometime in early March
Action figures arrived.
. . .
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September 13, 2006 11:27 PM EDT --
The night so silent and still
So quiet I hear something
Way back in my brain
Like a continuous joyous occasion
Memories lingering around the
Campfire of life
Shuts all my worries out
It is . . .
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August 19, 2006 09:19 AM EDT --
My heart threads peel,
healing deals
my soul makes, the beat
that only time can meet.
Stronger than the sword,
this pen is my reward.
I forget the past,
diving into this that saves me.
Quicker than the . . .
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September 06, 2006 03:53 PM EDT --
Love for you is like a tattored
And worn out quilt.
Our patchwork life is put
Together delicately with fine
White thread.
The stitches hurt
But we endure the pain.
Now the thread is wearing thin . . .
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September 09, 2006 04:08 PM EDT --
The beautiful lady with auburn
hair; a nineteen-forty-nine dress;
and black high heel shoes,
with rhinestone buckles
Lay upon a very high bed.
With soft white . . .
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