Tag: poem
group name: imnottapoet
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May 13, 2008 11:30 AM EDT --
This week's prompt is the number three
Rictameter is a form of unrhymed poetry of nine lines with the syllable count 2,4,6,8,10,12,10,8,6,4,2 with the first and last line being the same. You can . . . more
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May 06, 2008 10:20 AM EDT --
Hail Spring
Morning showers
Tender blossoms open
Pastel reflections skim the pond
The wind chimes and mourning doves harmonize
Lilacs recreate heaven's scent
Branches boast soft spring . . . more
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August 11, 2008 10:57 AM EDT --
On an August day many years ago (just kidding, don't shoot me)
A shining star fell to earth
And so on this day
We celebrate Nalita's birth
Though she was a mischievous child . . . more
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March 28, 2008 07:26 PM EDT --
Harmonious, exultation
Intellectual ecstasy
Melodious nurture
Elegantly breathing
Twirling in rapture
Succumb to twisting
Through years and centuries
Composers . . . more
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July 29, 2008 02:12 PM EDT --
I love to eat cheese popcorn
I eat it with a spoon
otherwise
the powder on my fingertips
leaves me feeling untidy
and disturbed
Peter Joseph Swanson
. . . more
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April 08, 2008 06:53 PM EDT --
Stay close, don't stray away
They who eat children are roaming today
Stay near, don't go to far
Tempting your boundries by not staying where you are
Stay close, don't wander off . . . more
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April 15, 2008 03:17 PM EDT --
Touch your mother
you've touched your grandmother too
Each life enriched by
Those before and those next
Trough the ages
Long chain it goes on
As into the future
Each . . . more
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March 27, 2008 09:29 PM EDT --
Steady...
Fear is approaching,
predominant principal of survival,
shadows are standing there
eyes wide open...
Precocious moves between
another sundown,
I learned to escape . . . more
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March 21, 2008 12:25 PM EDT --
With fire in her eyes
And a ray gun in her hand
She said "I've warned you politicians
Now I"m takin' back this land
The rays from my truth gun
Will make you start . . . more
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July 17, 2008 01:51 PM EDT --
I am not a poet.
It's true; and we all know it.
But this is no big deal;
(At least, that's how I feel.)
My issue is with Peter ;
he only rhymes with meter .
Well, maybe . . . more
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May 19, 2008 02:58 AM EDT --
To John F Walter , our friend and superb fellow poet, who inspires us in his own unique way.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY~ 19 May
On the pulse of this new day
The perceptive sculptor . . . more
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July 29, 2008 01:56 AM EDT --
A couple of weeks ago, Peter led everyone on with promises of resurrecting an anti-PE poem I wrote back when were in high school, and then failed to find it, the big tease. Well, I just . . . more
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June 10, 2008 12:06 PM EDT --
Easterly suns warm on my face
My face raises skyward
So private just between us two
He knows me
My secrets, my fears, my sins
If I'm lucky
I feel raindrops on my forehead
Not . . . more
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May 23, 2008 12:38 PM EDT --
The work week is done
He's feeling alright
And he's saying "Wear red tonight"
He makes my pulse race
His jeans are so tight
And he's . . . more
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June 20, 2008 05:17 PM EDT --
He Sings !
Standing, strikingly his
Eloquent performance
He sings, pulses racing
Mellifluous words
Poetic verses
He sings pleasure
Harmonious richness
Heart delights . . . more
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June 20, 2008 01:22 PM EDT --
Remember those family picnics
From idyllic days gone by
Sandwiches in wax paper
Mom's fresh baked apple pie
Crunchy celery and carrot sticks
A jug of . . . more
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July 16, 2008 10:02 AM EDT --
Wine in a box
Is smart as a fox
You get lots for the price
So I drink it
I drink and I drink
Until I can think
(Or at least I think
I am thinking)
(I never . . . more
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May 22, 2008 11:22 AM EDT --
Hubby said "You want to sell the things for which we've worked so hard?"
I shook my head ."No", I said. "I want to sell the actual yard"
We sold . . . more
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May 29, 2008 02:05 PM EDT --
You can name more than one, since it's so hard to decide. If you don't know any Gather poets you should join up with some Gather poetry groups and TRY to remember to pop in there from time . . . more
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April 09, 2008 11:11 AM EDT --
This weeks prompt is the word "squish"
Little brother liked to go wading
In a nearby shallow creek
Mother said "Don't do it"
But sometimes he would . . . more
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