Tag: poetry
member name: Debra B.
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June 04, 2008 07:45 PM EDT --
Life has been difficult, especially over the last decade, so I often reflect on my childhood, and a lot of what I write stems from my childhood because it was a good time. I hope this piece gives . . . more
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June 13, 2008 12:08 AM EDT --
There is a weeping willow tree
outside my bedroom window.
I look at it in the early morning ---
there are dew drops dangling from its graceful tendrils.
They dazzle in the new day's light . . . more
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June 11, 2008 12:54 AM EDT --
I enjoy to classical music. I enjoy other genres, but I especially like the emotions that a classical piece invokes within me. Whether it is classical, rock-&-roll, jazz, . . . more
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June 18, 2008 05:14 PM EDT --
I couldn't sleep last night so I let my mind wonder. When I finally harnessed my thoughts, this is what I had come up with. I'm not sure where the idea came from, but while I . . . more
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June 09, 2008 07:49 PM EDT --
Traveling life's winding highway, its end nowhere to be seen.
The view was far, the sky was clear; the air was fresh and clean.
I refused to seek direction, sure to arrive on my own might.
The . . . more
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June 17, 2008 08:12 PM EDT --
My dad was a farmer, as were his dad and grandpa before him. My mom's dad and grandpa were farmers too. This is from my memories of all of them.
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July 16, 2008 01:21 PM EDT --
I lift my face to the moon
and throw a kiss to the stars.
I feel the night's breeze through my hair.
I take a deep breath.
I shut my eyes
and utter words to my Lord above.
My soul is . . . more
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May 14, 2008 04:57 PM EDT --
Why wish for fine possessions,
if chaos dwells within?
Why should I act with charity,
if in my heart is sin?
Why lift my face to sunshine,
when it's storm clouds that I see?
And if I hear . . . more
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May 15, 2008 12:10 PM EDT --
The new day comes with promise
but then I watch it fade to shades of black and white
and despair.
I cry out yet there is no sound,
so I write my pleading upon the fallen leaves
of the cottonwood, . . . more
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June 12, 2008 11:55 PM EDT --
Floating on air
Nothing under my feet
Suspended 'tween high and low
Hanging.
No ground on which to stand
No walls on which to lean
The air has lost all warmth
Its chill wraps me
Cold. . . . more
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June 29, 2008 08:09 PM EDT --
I was thinking of an old Red Skelton routine--the one of an old man at a parade caught up in emotion when the American Flad was carried by--and came up with this. So, with Independence Day coming . . . more
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March 25, 2008 07:51 PM EDT --
Recenly in my Sunday School class a man expressed his skepticism when a child "goes forward" at the end of the church service to accept Christ as their Savior -- if the child . . . more
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April 04, 2008 05:54 PM EDT --
Monday morn' - I rise from bed.
I should be pondering the week ahead.
But Friday's on my mind instead.
It seems I wish my life away
one-week-at-a-time.
Tuesday morn' - I . . . more
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April 11, 2008 05:13 PM EDT --
Upon the mountain top
the clouds robe me,
the stars crown me,
the view is amazingly clear.
When I am on the mountain top,
I have . . . more
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April 22, 2008 02:17 PM EDT --
It's early -- the house is cloaked in silence, making my quick steps seem lonely and loud. I wash my face. Leaning against the sink I look at my reflection in the mirror. I . . . more
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May 14, 2008 07:06 PM EDT --
I see stars hanging in the midnight sky.
While standing in my state of awe
I peer toward the ancient lights
sparking silver blue and fiery white.
They are millions and millions of miles away, . . . more
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April 18, 2008 01:32 PM EDT --
I work in Phoenix at the state's capital complex. It is really a pretty area, but a facility where the homeless can get shelter and aid is on its fringes, so, naturally, these men . . . more
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April 21, 2008 07:50 PM EDT --
It's in that moment
'tween being awake and falling asleep
that my consciousness levitates
into that place where dreams float
upon extended wings of hope.
It's in that moment
'tween . . . more
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May 06, 2008 07:03 PM EDT --
Looking to the distance
the sun is kissing the earth.
A calico sunset 'neath a patchwork sky;
the shadows grow deeper,
the air smells sweeter,
I can hear the trees sigh.
And calm shrouds . . . more
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April 09, 2008 05:15 PM EDT --
Shutting my eyes, I often look back
to a simpler time in a cherished place.
This time I see a country road of flying dust
and my dad in his trusty old pick-up truck.
Driving the roads that surround . . . more
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