Tag: family
group name: poetrybyus
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May 16, 2008 03:05 AM EDT --
two people
met somewhere in their life
they don't remember when
it doesn't matter
they get to know each other better
even if they don't want to
because not wanting . . . more
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February 09, 2008 11:56 AM EST --
You turned your head,
closed your eyes
while your little girl
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February 04, 2007 11:12 AM EST --
She offers flowers from the field,
And a smile of humility
To the soldiers who mourn her loss.
The clothes on her back
And the shoes on her feet,
Are all she has left
From the ravages of . . . more
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April 03, 2008 08:25 PM EDT --
Welcome Poetry Play on Words members and anyone who should happen on this poem.
"It isn't what you have, or who you are, or where you are, or what you are . . . more
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November 28, 2007 06:24 PM EST --
O precious one! Dost thou know
your presence is the reason I am?
You are the answer my soul craved
when plunged deeply in an abyss;
Shadowing emptiness and pain
from the darkest of hours, though . . . more
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April 22, 2008 08:17 PM EDT --
No cables
No signature labels
No presidential tables
But I keep on coming back
No aircons
No recreations
No healthy conversations
But I keep on coming back to this
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August 28, 2007 09:55 PM EDT --
In tribute to my sister who is 39 today!
If you find it in your heart to care for somebody else, you will have succeeded.
- Maya Angelou
Ode to My Sister
Sweet sister, you . . . more
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November 17, 2006 07:15 PM EST --
I crossed this vast ocean of dirty tricks and betrayal, just to find out that the masses thought me the queen of all suckers and the laughing stock of the foundation.
And they want to know why I want . . . more
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February 10, 2007 11:08 PM EST --
missing my darling
always waiting by the phone
just to hear his voice
more
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January 01, 2007 10:51 PM EST --
I have a cat named Greta, she's pretty as can be.
She wags her tail, and then meows, and cuddles up to me.
She rubs against my legs, then jumps upon my knee,
And then she'll keep on climbing, . . . more
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March 18, 2007 03:24 PM EDT --
Seven days away
It seems I'm always waiting
For him to come home
In reality, I live from one homecoming to the next, that is what gets me through the 4 months at a time that he is . . . more
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February 10, 2007 11:02 PM EST --
Birthday coming up
Leslie will be eight years old
where has the time gone
more
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February 20, 2006 02:08 PM EST --
Written April 2005:
'Pale Spring'
(for GBL)
A squirrel scolds,
I do not start,
daffodils
don't shout out loud,
the surly trees
refuse their part,
leaves
clenched tight
in buds ungiving, . . . more
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December 24, 2006 02:55 PM EST --
Picky Vee/ An Amphigory
Picky Vee who's never happy likes to visit warm places.
She looks into words and looks into pictures and looks into warm faces.
She likes to find a single loose . . . more
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July 05, 2007 04:21 PM EDT --
Welcome Poetry Play on Words members and anyone who should happen on this poem.
"To eat bread without hope is still slowly to starve to death"
Pearl S. Buck
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January 17, 2008 03:30 PM EST --
Mama used to say
It smells like snow ,
and I didn't understand,
but knew that when she said it,
snow was surely coming.
Daddy would put chains on his truck,
and . . . more
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February 10, 2007 11:26 PM EST --
wishing and hoping
soon we will be together
living and loving
more
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August 21, 2007 11:08 AM EDT --
'A Warning to My One Year Old Grandaughter'
prepare yourself for earnest lads
who'd woo you with their words of yearning,
for fervent swains --just like their dads--
who will declare . . . more
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June 19, 2008 03:35 PM EDT --
In my house,
my little house
. . . more
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May 06, 2007 01:43 AM EDT --
From tattered pages of yesterday
I chanced a look back in time.
Caught by the worn corners
life was not always a rhyme.
Saw mysteries of childhood
first time aware of the snow;
mommy holding my hand . . . more
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