Tag: poetry
group name: chicagowriters
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June 11, 2008 07:15 AM EDT --
Growing Older
My age?
Seventy-five.
"Over the hill" some ways,
Slow body, active mind to delve
Mysteries of aging, life's challenges.
I think, . . .
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July 29, 2008 11:52 AM EDT --
This form,
Rictameter.
Is it crazy to write
Such poems, to count out two, four, six,
Eight, ten syllables, back again, no rhyme?
But try it! Experiment, say
Many things, few words; great . . .
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June 28, 2008 10:12 AM EDT --
Ordinarily it wouldn't have happened,
But the booze went to my head.
I lost my inhibitions
And I wound up in your bed.
You looked into my eyes
And lit my body's fire
Pressed your lips . . .
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February 15, 2009 11:41 PM EST --
I look to you
As hot tears hit the ground.
You reach out to me
And true love is found
Not by word
Or even gesture.
Just by your mere presence.
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July 03, 2008 12:25 AM EDT --
Leaning on the cracked, discolored concrete wall,
I stare down into the sluggish green creek.
My eyes focus on faded beer cans,broken bottles,
And semi-shredded pampers.
My thoughts slide inevitably . . .
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October 05, 2008 10:28 PM EDT --
This is a poem that I just couldn't finish. I started it a long time ago and don't remember what my original intent was. I feel it needs more though, so I am putting it out here for . . .
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June 30, 2008 03:28 AM EDT --
At the end of my life, I live,
And dream my way back
Through a thousand acres of time
To when I sat small and unalone,
Listening to the whispers
Of unloved maple leaves.
At the end of my life, . . .
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July 23, 2008 09:10 PM EDT --
He was but a whisper.
Not knowing that human tears
Could drown the beauty of a quiet face,
he walked cold and ghostlike,
Among other men a statue
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September 17, 2008 08:49 PM EDT --
Left alone,
locked in the past.
Forgotten friendships
buried,
Never meant to last.
Left alone
Time standing still
Unforeseen,
this bitter pill.
Left alone,
The sky is gray
It wasn't meant . . .
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October 25, 2008 02:42 AM EDT --
Nature drifts dreamily into slumber.
Dry leaves crackle,
Crushing into soft, still earth.
Sunset's rich hues
Spatter the blue horizon.
The crisp chill of night
Overtakes the warmth . . .
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October 25, 2008 03:27 AM EDT --
I know how the prisoner feels
When he's locked up in the pen.
I feel the longing in his soul
To be outside again.
I see the sag of his shoulders
As he sits there reminiscing,
And . . .
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October 25, 2008 10:36 PM EDT --
At first, the sun was shining.
Its warmth encased my head,
But gray clouds appeared
And without warning
My heart grew cold.
I watched your retreating back
And wondered when . . .
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November 04, 2008 01:19 AM EST --
In just a moment
I knew---But I was lost in your eyes
So I said it didn't matter,
That you were never mine to keep.
I basked in the heaven of your smile
Ignoring the hell in my heart, . . .
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May 02, 2007 03:46 AM EDT --
I waited for you with bated breath
In hopes that once again,
We could share that oneness
we knew when we were friends.
But has time and distance erased
The closeness we once knew?
Because . . .
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June 28, 2008 09:08 PM EDT --
Would you mind if I borrowed your dream?
Somebody stepped on mine
And the broken pieces crumble
and scatter more with the passage of time.
And could I maybe stand in your shoes
And try to feel taller . . .
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September 11, 2008 12:37 AM EDT --
It hurts to love somebody
When you know that they don't care.
There are times when you feel like crying,
But you know it will lead nowhere.
Sometimes I fall into your eyes
And in my head . . .
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April 29, 2009 10:52 PM EDT --
Haven't slept in several nights. Just been sitting here in my blue bedroom, Slurping cups of cold coffee, Chain-smoking stale cigarettes. And thinking about Sonya.
She came to me again that night, Tear . . .
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July 06, 2008 04:56 PM EDT --
We strive for the secret,
Yet never quite reach it.
And the old are still the young
With grayer hair and paper skin,
While the child plays house
In Mama's clothes,
Innocent, yet knowing. . . .
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July 13, 2008 03:12 PM EDT --
I used to keep my heart
In a woven wicker basket
On a cluttered closet shelf.
It was safe there.
You came along one day
bringing candied sunshine on a stick,
I put it away in a black box
Beneath . . .
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July 27, 2008 05:33 PM EDT --
A lop-sided moon
Shows its pock-marked face,
Smirking in a sky bereft of cloud.
While winter trees stretch,
Twisting their limbs toward the sky,
Lifting their last blood dried leaves in silence, . . .
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