Tag: poetry
group name: oursouljourney
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May 18, 2007 03:38 PM EDT --
Whispers across the breeze, painted with the scent of daffodils and clover to warm my soul, just after the rain.
Carefree thoughts dwindle through the vats I call my brain, eyes heavy, . . . 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 14, 2007 12:08 PM EST --
for Inmaculada Cara Martin, beloved wife, forever my valentine. With special use of the public domain lyrics from Richard Rogers and Lorenz Hart's immortal song, MY FUNNY VALENTINE, now a jazz . . . more
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May 29, 2007 04:01 PM EDT --
There I see the lucid reflections of so many that stand so proud, never giving an inch only to be swallowed by the beast of pride.
So loud and proud that this is who they are that if the slightest wind . . . more
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March 03, 2008 09:06 PM EST --
Two times
I see you now
First yearning and growing
Then nourishing the things you touch
With love
Copyright 2008 Jim Ross
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October 25, 2006 08:45 PM EDT --
Many years have passed us by
Honey I have heard your sigh
They say a man ain' t suppose to cry
I miss you so much I could die
Every dog has his . . . more
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June 28, 2007 03:40 AM EDT --
I stretch to taste the tears embedded so deep within only to find anguish lingering in the labyrinth, as a child sitting on a hill during a wind storm feeling the . . . more
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October 23, 2007 02:31 PM EDT --
for Ed Nudelman, Gather´s most prolific poet troubador and my dear friend in the emptiness. This poem is as much about weathering brickbats in the real world as in the virtual. . . . more
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July 04, 2006 05:49 AM EDT --
This is one of my recent poems in English. I got inspired while walking in my favourite park in Asturias (Spain), where I took this photo.
I SEE YOU
I see you in the wind;
you come silently, . . . 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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July 25, 2006 09:27 AM EDT --
Not all seeds germinate
Not all buds open
Not all conceptions become babies
Not all poems are read
And if they are few understood . . . more
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March 10, 2007 02:08 PM EST --
All winter long I've been so cold.
My feet nearly freeze since I got old.
I get bundled up and jump into bed.
But the sheets are so cold, it's something I dread.
My heating pad quit, so what . . . more
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May 10, 2007 12:09 PM EDT --
Another verse another rhyme
Another thought conveys this time
It may be simple or complex
A hint of logic or nonsense
From crosses burned to carefree ways
From those of earth to neon play . . . more
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November 23, 2006 10:53 AM EST --
I am from Love's beat
Life's journey of joy.
Two lovers on this trip,
Caught up in the world.
Given their best,
I made them proud.
Two people determined . . . more
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October 01, 2006 12:52 AM EDT --
My people
My people I am calling you listen.
Harken unto my words.
Harken unto my love.
Fight for the children.
Fight for their souls.
Tear down the terrible.
The darken soul.
Protect the . . . more
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September 16, 2006 03:58 PM EDT --
Our entrance to Moscow was certainly grand.
Wide boulevards stretched over the land.
Not enough film for all the gold domes,
Wedding cake buildings, diplomat's homes,
Towers, and spires and bright . . . more
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May 19, 2007 01:44 AM EDT --
I exhale and the journey begins in the fibers of my roots my being starts to rise like a mighty nation formed from a single thought.
As I lay and look to the mighty nebulas I am taken to the beginning . . . more
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December 28, 2006 05:32 PM EST --
Deep red lines
-placed artistically
-on a canvas of paleness
-wan and waning
-the red is a welcome color
-to a drab existence
-splash . . . more
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June 06, 2007 02:03 PM EDT --
This poem is a result of what I have seen in my neighborhood today.
Another Arrow
The bright sun greeted my morning
With a wink and warming smile
I could smell the roasting coffee
As songbirds . . . more
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June 26, 2007 05:34 AM EDT --
The Book
A closed book can never answer
The inner feelings of the soul
Where right and wrong seek approval
As answers can't be found in stone
Reason lurks in every corner
As belief just . . . more
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