Tag: poetic expressions
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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August 18, 2006 06:28 PM EDT --
In between summer and winter
there is an elusive
season called Spring.
So inadequate I don't
think it exists.
Even harder to distinguish:
As they say, 'hope springs'
But when 'eternal' . . .
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August 27, 2006 02:23 PM EDT --
Nothing more to do
then rest today.
And say, thank you Lord.
Most of all for three little words:
Grace +
Mercy =
. . .
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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 17, 2006 04:44 PM EDT --
I'd like to cry
but I can't.
I'd like to run
away,
but that's impossible.
Sitting, watching from
the window
I feel so empty;
destroyed by one man's
words.
How can I profess to love . . .
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August 19, 2006 11:52 PM EDT --
Death comes in moments when we
are never ready.
So it is again. Life has left
me breathless,
I've lost another I may have loved,
had I taken the time to know him.
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August 22, 2006 10:25 PM EDT --
Anger tenses every muscle
frustrated for so long
over what?
Apathy perplexes me.
Is there an answer I
should find?
How long will this
awful state of mind last?
I can not breath.
I see
only mud. I won't . . .
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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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August 26, 2006 09:26 PM EDT --
The green parched grass
of August, is turning yellow
The ceiling came down
so long ago,
When the pouring rains
would not end last spring.
The roofer . . .
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September 02, 2006 02:48 PM EDT --
The geese fly formation style
Over the house where I lay my head.
I wonder how they know to do this
Every autumn since the beginning
of time?
The steady forces of nature
are constant . . .
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September 08, 2006 12:57 AM EDT --
Okay, it is after midnight and I just completed one of my little scribbles and it disappeared before I could capture it to publish. Can someone tell me why this happens? I write my poem here, . . .
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September 13, 2006 12:25 AM EDT --
God can't forgive what is already done.
The messes that we make;
The ugly scars remain
And feel worse in rain.
I guess you can say God is in the salvaging buisness . . .
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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 28, 2006 04:05 PM EDT --
Swaying breezes
Melting heavenly with
eventy-six degreessssses
What a perfect day!
The wind whispers
of ancient man who once
breathed our air.
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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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October 29, 2006 09:10 AM EST --
Is what you do something
That contributes to the meaning
of your life?
If not, why are you doing it?
So go the days of life
Questioning the very
fabric of why we are.
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August 17, 2006 11:33 PM EDT --
The curtains, fading and dusty
hang crooked.
No curtain rods were ever purchased.
So I hung the curtains end to end with
tacks.
How do you like that?
Now graying with seasons of wear, the curtains
look . . .
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August 20, 2006 12:03 AM EDT --
Promises are lies that
go astray,
They make you think
great thoughts
of what the promise makes.
Promises build false hopes
and rains out feelings
filled with phony smoke
burning from untruth.
Promises . . .
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