Tag: poem
group name: slicesoflife
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April 14, 2006 10:43 PM EDT --
I open my email and what do I see?
Nothing from the Nudelman house,
Are they spurning me?
Day after day, night after night...
Did I say something wrong??
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March 14, 2008 09:04 PM EDT --
S is for special, spunky and smart.
T is for talented, my real sweetheart.
E is for enchanting, elegant and rare.
P is for pretty, way beyond compare.
H is for honey, my little . . .
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January 13, 2007 03:11 PM EST --
The mysteries of the stars are kept
In files of immense singularity,
Just as one thought of you and me
Would fill up all the spaces of my mind
Am I a mystery to you?
You are a must to me!
How may we . . .
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January 26, 2009 12:13 PM EST --
It's winter in Idaho
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At thirty-five below.
Oh, how I love Idaho
When the snow's up to your . . .
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January 23, 2008 12:45 PM EST --
Sweater
Cables defense
From neckline to waistline
A lamb's wool protection for you
Warm on that high granite outcrop, laughing,
Suddenly serious, watching
Condors lift from aeries
You clutch . . .
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July 18, 2006 05:21 AM EDT --
Her golden kissed hair holds her ears at ransom,
Rhythmic breaths rappel against my cheekbone,
The pulsing landscape of her line,
Ebing and flowing like ocean's tide,
My fingertips . . .
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June 09, 2006 07:25 PM EDT --
The wind blows my dreams
To all corners of my mind
Floating free
Tormenting me
Holding me back from all that could be
You're there
Calling to me . . .
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July 25, 2006 05:53 PM EDT --
If it's beauty that we're after
It's in the love and laughter
Of playing children
Flowers, pets
In hugs and smiles
The sun that sets
All free and widespread
Heaven bound
In parks and . . .
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July 07, 2006 01:17 AM EDT --
I Had A Thought
I had a thought
But now gone
A good one too
Vanished! Like never known
Power of thought
Mix in stress
A dash of confusion
Where goes your success?
Isolated . . .
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November 22, 2006 01:40 PM EST --
Natural Bluster
Gales, fitful wind spits,
Billows of icy air howl,
Flail tormented trees.
Copyright 2006 Jim Ross
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March 06, 2007 08:19 AM EST --
She wrapped her lips around the can
Inhaling the chemical stench
Winding her internal clock
A porcelain figure stealing the night
A wide eyed jaded innocent
She mechanically traces . . .
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April 20, 2006 03:01 AM EDT --
It's clear here
underneath star-lit skies
No moon, no you
Just myself, alone
Funny isn't it
what happens between us
in the space only lovers know . . .
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March 12, 2007 03:15 PM EDT --
Wrap me in the familiar
Speak to me in the past tense
Don’t stoke the dying embers
Let me shiver in the bitter chill
No need to cushion the walls
Lock me in dogmatic confinement . . .
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July 20, 2007 10:38 PM EDT --
My memories are
scattered pieces
blowing in the wind
some floating carelessly
others moving with purpose.
Some are solid and strong
taking root in my soul
like a tree
never swaying . . .
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October 25, 2006 12:35 PM EDT --
Jack-O-Lantern
Pointed hat
Bones a-dancing'
Vampire bat
Ghostly faces
Golden moon
Goblins prancing
On Witches broom
Car doors slam
Darting feet
Doorbell rings
Trick-or-treat
Jack-O-Lantern . . .
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November 21, 2006 01:30 PM EST --
When an old lady died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near Dundee Scotland, it was believed that she had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through her meager possessions, . . .
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July 19, 2006 11:53 AM EDT --
Oh yes!
He won the race
Won today's tour de France
Passing the crowd cheering loudly
The Dane
NB. The mountain chicken is the nick-name of Michael Rasmussen, who just minutes ago won today's . . .
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March 22, 2007 09:43 PM EDT --
when I shout from the computer
banging the gong
throwing confetti from the rooftop
over small, good news
and you
and everyone else is silent
I finally
sit on the wrinkled sofa
thinking of Billy . . .
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April 05, 2007 02:49 PM EDT --
The bench sits alone.
The young lovers who met there
have aged,
trading in park time for porch-sitting.
The bench remembers
how they used to come walking,
hand-in-hand out of the woods,
each step light . . .
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