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Added by fred hallman on December 10, 2012 at 10:41pm — 1 Comment

I Call You Mine

 

 

Recently there was a discussion around another poem by Julie which questioned the feeling of knowing someone, of feeling someone was their own. I admit to this. I admit to wanting this. 

I have known this place

your…

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Added by Rita Shibr on December 9, 2012 at 8:30pm — 36 Comments

Misty Moon

This night the moon is washed in a misty halo

Glowing brighter as it floats…

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Added by Romantic Poetess on December 8, 2012 at 10:32pm — 14 Comments

Christmas Evidence

Christmas Evidence



Peppermint bark calls to me

not far from where the Christmas Tree

fills the room with pine scent

and anticipation

for the coming of the Lord,

with all tradition wrapped

in celebration

for our favorite time of year;

renewing, rejoicing,

singing carols

and kind voicing,

in a time when all’s not well,

we find…

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Added by Blinddream on December 8, 2012 at 11:35am — 2 Comments

Snow Turtle

Snow Turtle



Time falls away,

like leaves from a tree

on a late autumn day,

leaving me here in the snow,

an observation in motion,

taking it in

like a sunning turtle on a log;

solar shelled, reptilian philosopher

contemplating life beyond

where the earth collides

with the peaceful the…

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Added by Blinddream on December 8, 2012 at 10:41am — No Comments

Gift

You were gone

just as the words and colours…

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Added by M. C. Sears on December 8, 2012 at 8:30am — 12 Comments

Ode to Thing Found in My Cat's Hairball

O whorled, swirled bezoar so spherical,
4/3 Pi r cubed is your volume empirical.

Your coiffure once cloaked points both adjoined and antipodal,
Now shucked, shows your surface to sate the occipital.

Your chatoyant pattern leaves admirers in awe.
Now, if I can just keep shut that cat's gaping maw.

Added by Cold Frog on December 4, 2012 at 2:16pm — 1 Comment

Reflections In A Steamed Mirror

I was in the shower, surrounded by steam,

in the warm, impenetrable wet

that I require, when I remembered

the excursion of your hand

on my skin, the idea

of family that you embodied,

the strength of the pull

that brought us together,

still intact

like a city…

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Added by Christopher Reilley on December 4, 2012 at 10:30am — 1 Comment

Ghost Of Winter Past

Ghost Of Winter Past



Strange ghost approached me evening last

in search of better times,

I ate the last bread I had found

inside a baker’s empty store

and laughed the laugh of grief

where all the facts  do not add up,

where no mind finds relief

and said, “oh weary spirit

those times are gone,

we sing no song;

can’t mourn our…

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Added by Blinddream on December 3, 2012 at 4:00pm — 5 Comments

the uninvited guest

 

no one wants to talk about

the uninvited guest

objectionably poised in certainty

everyone gossips fabulous lies entertaining

small talk intriguing questions

inching around intruder

no one wants to talk about

 

the uninvited guest

joining in holiday cheer infectiously

laughing cold to the touch

gobbling banquet sucking breath from bite

recognizing people and names

with alarming…

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Added by Michael Reid Rubenstein on December 3, 2012 at 4:35am — 4 Comments

The Dance of Salome

On his birthday, Herod gave a banquet for his court,

to which his wife Herodias was not invited.

There Salome, her daughter by Herod’s brother,

danced so boldly and so well that Herod said

he would grant whatever she wished.

Salome left the hall and went to her mother to

ask what she should request, and her mother said

“Ask for the head of John the Baptist,”

who had told Herod that he should not marry his brother’s wife.

The…

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Added by Con Chapman on December 2, 2012 at 7:09pm — 8 Comments

"Sweet poesy is not the poet's reward!"


Tis fitting that I should append as comet's tail to fleeting life ,

to unmask as in denoument, the mystery behind my veil.

Most 'nogamous of all my peers my life's played out in singlet form.

The dalliance fine, to stick I fear; no true love's fate, that was my doom.

As callow boy my only went, was find fair wife and breed her well.

But…

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Added by fred hallman on December 2, 2012 at 3:30pm — 2 Comments

Ode To A Ginger

It was the eyes that got me, those eyes,

undecided between green or brown,

the transition betwixt and between

a cosmic riot -

galactic nebulae swirls

like pictures from Hubble,

iridescence that caught the light,

played with it like a lazy cat

then loosed upon…

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Added by Christopher Reilley on December 2, 2012 at 11:54am — 6 Comments

"Breasts as exemplary of all that is Love!"

 ( Mama and child..Leo Da V.)

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Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels,

and have not breasts, and though I have the gift of

prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge;

and…

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Added by fred hallman on December 1, 2012 at 1:40pm — 12 Comments

Eros

My lover embraces me today

Takes my hand, pulls me closer

Envelops me in his arms

Kisses so delicious

Tasting his tongue

He licks me

Suckles my…

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Added by Romantic Poetess on November 30, 2012 at 3:30pm — 11 Comments

Decline of Spirit

What could have happened

to bring about such corruption

that the human element

is no longer present…

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Added by M. C. Sears on November 30, 2012 at 1:30pm — 12 Comments

Words

 

Slow…

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Added by Romantic Poetess on November 30, 2012 at 1:00pm — 12 Comments

"There was a fish....!"

 

poem © 2012 by Fred Hallman


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There was a fish…

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Added by fred hallman on November 30, 2012 at 9:30am — 7 Comments

Nursery of Winds

In the glistening of Spring

young winds are born,

hatchling mouth gaping

for frozen bits of thermal carrion,

gleaning what nourishment they can

from the keening of last winter’s gales.

Summertime zephyrs are on their own,

casting themselves in currents of warmth,

deciding from moment to moment 

whether they will caress or sting.

They move as they must

for only those most fit

may sail forward into Fall.

Late autumn gales dance in…

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Added by Christopher Reilley on November 29, 2012 at 9:37am — No Comments

"Where Spanish Moss Prevails!"

to be read aloud....

A child was born and grew to stand,

in sand-spurred sand, and watched the sails;

of ships from shores of foreign lands-

he grew to wend through tortured trails

his way to those exotic strands,

advising all who might inquire

the origin of this wand'ring male;…

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Added by fred hallman on November 29, 2012 at 9:26am — 6 Comments

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