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 8 Jul 2004 @ 12:05, by skookum. Ideas, Creativity
At Eventide
It was eventide and I sat watching the sky
I could see the trees waving in the breeze
Three ducks flew over, going west
I was thinking, if I could do as I please
I would seek the when, where and why
Bringing my soul to life’s test More >
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27 Jun 2004 @ 01:37, by ov. Ideas, Creativity
Debra was a very dear cyberfriend of mine who has recently passed on. Her online name was dawnis. I wrote these poems for her while she was still alive. She liked them. She was quite the poet herself. I miss her.
Faith in the Face of Disparity
Such is the nature of the times between
when old guard resort to unabashed force
trying to hold back a necessary dream
which chuckles and unfolds steady on course.
Beware the shadow projecting the past
a nightmare of warning rather than fact
as hindsight shows it simply cannot last
but as fertile soil for future extract.
Odd moments catch tears that release relief
ride the winds when not all is what it seems
silver wordless steam affirms your belief
when there is nothing left but primal screams.
Shining spirit light this path of strategy
salvation from nemisis and tragedy.
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Visiting Dawn Is Waking Up
I clicked into your poem
and then in the reading through
visited a friend I've known
from long since I've forgotten when
and although we've never met
in the memory it feels as if
we had gone somewhere together
and shared an experience
in time and place
those things it takes
to make it all come real. More >
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 25 Jun 2004 @ 23:19, by skookum. Ideas, Creativity
Dark Jungles
I want to know you
my love
I want to know your dark jungles: dangerous, beautiful, and predatory More >
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24 Jun 2004 @ 03:26, by newdawn. Ideas, Creativity
I close my eyes
just for a second
and in that space as I am opening them
a life flashes by
Not my life
someone elses
a brilliant fine aura encircles this man
as he slowly lifts his head
his face is unseen
just defined in
black line and a fine brilliant white aura
it really is beautiful More >
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 22 Jun 2004 @ 14:45, by skookum. Ideas, Creativity
Vagabond’s Purse
There is nothing left than a vagabond’s purse
Filled with trinkets from many lands
Each at one time treasured
Now just tinkling icons of no value More >
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 16 Jun 2004 @ 23:31, by skookum. Ideas, Creativity
In Her Green Depths
The waltz of kelp to shore reels like a beckoning dance.
“Come to me and ride my rushing tides and my windblown waves”,
I could almost hear her whisper. More >
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 15 Jun 2004 @ 01:21, by skookum. Ideas, Creativity
Detours
Illumination; that light within
Eluded my flailing reach
Seeking in word and thought
Left me wanting the quick way
I found detours to empty rooms
Now I sought a different path More >
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 13 Jun 2004 @ 00:58, by skookum. Ideas, Creativity
In keeping with my recent theme of planetary wonders...I also have decided to alternate my older stuff with a new poem.. thus getting back into the flow again. I hope some will enjoy my meanderings.
Blame it on the Moon
Can I blame it on the moon?
It sits in it's net of stars and winks at me.
That sly grin mocks my restless mind, chases my shadow. More >
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 12 Jun 2004 @ 00:00, by skookum. Ideas, Creativity
That Peace
I could sit in a room quietly
Listening to the sighing of breezes passing by the window
Peace spilling over me like melted ice cream
Cool and soft and flowingly clinging to my skin More >
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 9 Jun 2004 @ 17:38, by skookum. Ideas, Creativity
Venus, Lady
Venus, lady of enchanting guile
Travel o’er the stars awhile
Dance in my heart whilst I sleep
Bring me back to slumbers deep
Take my soul to mysteries womb
Raise my lives from forgotten tomb
Let us stroll ‘long woodland trail
Part the mists and lift the veil
Reveal my truth for all to see
To rest my heart, set it free
© June 9, 2004 Marissa A Spencer More >
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