Tag: poetry
group name: twowordchallenge
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February 13, 2006 07:09 AM EST --
Fuzzy edges.
The world exists in sharp relief. Reality is revealed with stark clarity.
But at the fuzzy edges of my mind I still see you.
The perimeter has been secured. High walls prevent unwanted . . . more
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February 21, 2006 01:09 PM EST --
Somewhere a memory burns
Amidst the clouds in my brain
There is no time
No feeling
An open wound, gaping
Laughing
Reminding me, never allowing
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February 02, 2006 03:19 PM EST --
David L.'s two word challenge brought from me this response:
Cool porcelain white bottle
Glowing pearly in my hand
Black sleek the stylized label
Sweet tempting silver band
Slip't discreet . . . more
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April 02, 2006 04:09 PM EDT --
In the beginning I wanted to be perfect for you;
I would rise early, as you were sleeping,
and put my make up on, brush my hair,
my teeth, horrified you would have second thoughts
about this . . . more
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July 15, 2007 09:51 AM EDT --
Hello, I'm pleased to be hosting this week's Two Word Challenge. I've chosen four new and hopefully challenging word pairs for you:
chipped teacup
broken chair
paper jam
fluent tongue
To . . . more
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August 29, 2007 12:47 PM EDT --
Muffled voices seek to explore
The glorious morning’s rise,
And not disturb the rest of one
Who sees with nighttime eyes . . .
Steam rises happily from cups
As the tender day grows bold; . . . more
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February 14, 2006 09:38 AM EST --
Things that have fuzzy edges:
My cat has fuzzy edges. Her name is Cleo or more formally Cleocatra. She loves to have her fuzzy edges rubbed.
Teddy bears have fuzzy edges. Inspired by . . . more
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February 20, 2006 04:42 PM EST --
Coddled Insanity
Sometimes I understand why People bang their heads
Because fate turns on me all the time and I understand and dread
Like:
Making a great profit on an Ebay item . . . more
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April 05, 2006 02:03 PM EDT --
I wrote this with the help of my daughter, Beth ;-)
The memory of that day, a rip in time
I should have walked away
Run toward the sublime
Looking toward . . . more
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May 31, 2007 10:38 AM EDT --
I'd thought it divine arrogance
how you winked at me, made nicely,
so much your elder, surely wiser,
none's fool. But you truly
thought it sexy how a little
dab of whipped . . . more
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April 11, 2006 04:24 PM EDT --
Gathering Thunder
spoke my name and I replied
kneeling before him
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June 22, 2006 12:12 PM EDT --
Love lies next to me
His body old and worn
Yet the small of his back
Is soft and supple still
The fullness of his gray hair
Is ruffled by my hand
His arm swings easily over my breasts
We embrace . . . more
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March 05, 2006 04:22 PM EST --
Blues guitar mingles with hot mama wailing
"Can't get next to you"
Stifling sweaty patchouli scented underground
Sweet smoke lingers caressing dancers
Who disappear into the groove
All . . . more
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February 20, 2007 01:11 PM EST --
Flesh torn in the quest
Beneath rock rippled water,
The salmon, silent,
Sentence without pronouncement,
Milks laid roe before his death
Copyright 2007 Jim Ross
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December 23, 2007 02:44 AM EST --
The rocket awaited
Word from the boss for lift off
As Santa revealed
New travel plans for the team
Somewhat swifter than the sled
Copyright 2007 Jim Ross
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February 22, 2006 05:42 PM EST --
Life Science
Warming to the idea of indifference
I steep in delirium.
Coddled insanity starts to boil
And reason stinks as it hits the burner.
This experiment in rationality teeters . . . more
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March 21, 2006 10:52 AM EST --
I always wanted to be
feather light,
but have trodden heavily
on clumsy feet
wherever I have gone..
I always wanted to
be graceful like a dancer,
twirl and swirl,
arms lifted high
as I . . . more
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April 12, 2007 04:36 PM EDT --
They walk the streets
With you and I
Their gait a modest dance.
Their worldly tasks are mighty
Yet they warrant naught a glance.
Some care for family ill at home
While others feed . . . more
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March 04, 2007 07:10 PM EST --
Twenty pigeons pecked
Leaves piled for winter's compost,
Yellow beaks bobbing
With hope for a wormy meal
You knew lay squirming beneath
Copyright 2007 Jim Ross
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February 02, 2006 03:12 PM EST --
I remember him now,
in those sunshine days,
those liquid nights.
Wrapped in silk,
emboldened with love.
With fists held high
and the blade to the flesh,
And a clear voice raised
Preaching promises . . . more
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