Tag: poem
group name: godswill05
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March 06, 2007 12:46 PM EST --
For years I heard a promising voice,
More than a figment of my imagination,
My mind’s magnificent creation,
There was hope in the voice,
That some day,
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March 21, 2006 04:19 PM EST --
I'd turn to the left, I'd turn to the right
I'd get insults about my voice, or my height.
The problems keep coming; there is no end
Seeing so many, not knowing who's a friend.
Keeping . . . more
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December 19, 2006 09:39 PM EST --
We were there, at the edge.
Tough, weathered at an early age.
Did we give up, did we sacrifice?
Where were you, near the edge?
We survived, we fought for you.
Riding out beyond the fringe. . . . more
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October 07, 2006 01:23 PM EDT --
Dizzy
My heart
Spoke to my head
Too fast to understand
Everything I needed to hear
About you
Copyright 2006 Jim Ross
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April 10, 2006 04:46 PM EDT --
Falling leaves
Fall through life-limited hours.
Born in gorgeous green
On oak and birch towers
Released to cease in Nature's arms
Warm winds sing hymns of grief
Winds work the native psalms
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October 21, 2007 06:55 PM EDT --
I can put my collection in a box
When I compose a picture of its time;
I can take the collection out and gaze
At the contrast between then and today—
Or of the kindred times between themselves; . . . more
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February 03, 2008 03:30 AM EST --
Hope draws me in
With soft tendrils
Slipping over
Long untouched skin
Small fires to tell
Of your passage
Again, again
Until I breathe
Sweet scents of you,
Perfume mingled
With . . . more
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February 13, 2008 11:41 AM EST --
For the little valentines out there, and those a little older whose minds love to come out and play--Happy Valentine's Day!
Flowing ribbons,
Colored valentines,
Friendly thoughts
Of . . . more
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February 14, 2007 09:08 PM EST --
My muse came back to me for a little while. Some helpful criticism would be lovely. <3
A prisoner, though I crafted my own chains,
a captive, though I gave myself away.
This life should have . . . more
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October 23, 2006 12:58 AM EDT --
In the self another self
An eye that merely observes
Like a camera catches a pose
It doesn't judge it only shows
In the self another self
A lover reaching out . . . more
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August 04, 2007 09:18 AM EDT --
I am awed by your presence,
By the things that you do--
I am awed by your absence,
Left with the sense of you.
Copyright 2007 Jim Ross
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September 10, 2007 08:59 PM EDT --
CONSECRATION OF THE HOUSE
For my homeland: 9/11/2007
We all have set up walls, to give our selves
a home, built of what seems most strong,
trued to . . . more
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July 23, 2006 08:48 AM EDT --
Ode to Morning
Unrushed Sunday mornings,
Moving slowly . . . more
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October 06, 2006 02:39 PM EDT --
Bombs Away
acorn
robbed of head
bullets to earth
Copyright 2006 Jim Ross
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October 09, 2006 12:13 AM EDT --
Quercus Over Time
White, with rain it pokes to look around,
Green, with growth it rises to astound,
Then spreads to shade and grow renowned,
Parched with age, gold flutters to the ground
Black . . . more
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August 19, 2007 04:40 PM EDT --
Disappear
I don't want to inconvenience you
I don't want you to even see me here
I would prefer you walked right past me
My wish is to disappear
I don't want you to see my faults
I don't . . . more
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August 30, 2006 05:18 PM EDT --
My mother's breast cancer has returned. It is less than two years since her mastectomy. The list of friends and family who have been diagnosed and treated is longer than I can . . . more
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January 04, 2008 02:56 AM EST --
Starbursts
Spark from wave crests
To charm a loving pair
Who clasp hands at the liner's rail
And regale as her ring becomes as one
With nature's dancing nighttime heart
And glimpse their . . . more
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October 08, 2006 11:16 PM EDT --
The Indigo child within you
Sees dimensions of light
In darkened places,
Feels everyone else's
Pain-filled nightmares
And heals their drenched,
Illusion of fear.
How wondrous you are,
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February 12, 2008 05:22 PM EST --
She wondered
If other mothers
Felt the same
When their baby died:
Dull, dark and empty,
As if part of them
Had been torn away,
Buried in another place,
Far off in some foreign ground; . . . more
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