Tag: poetry
member name: Carol Cassell
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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 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 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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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 22, 2006 10:13 PM EDT --
The sun touched my arm today.
I turned to watch the sunbeams play.
Then the array all sped away.
The evening dampness is setting in;
I'm strangely agitated,
Decisions require my . . .
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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 14, 2006 05:57 PM EDT --
The TideRunner,
The boat I
dreamt I had,
dodged like
a skilled scroll saw
designing a path
through waves.
A storm came,
The TideRunner
disappears behind
the waves in the
setting sun.
Carol Cassell . . .
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August 23, 2006 10:35 PM EDT --
The geese fly formation style
Over the house where in bed
I lay my head.
I wonder how they know to do this?
Every autumn since the beginning
of time.
The steady forces of nature
constant . . .
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August 25, 2006 12:12 AM EDT --
Fireflies lights are dimming,
while ashes fly from the grill.
Conversation lowering to a quiet hum.
It looks like its time to say good night.
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August 26, 2006 12:33 AM EDT --
The big Russian blue cat
stretches his long body
of muscle and fur across the old
wooden desk.
The big Russian blue cat, now purring in deep throat,
stretches . . .
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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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August 30, 2006 12:29 PM EDT --
Oh, give thanks!
Who can utter the mighty acts of
God and declare all His praise,
as well?
We are none
without spot or blemish.
Do not judge what
others have done.
Only seek to forgive . . .
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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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