Tag: arts
member name: Sheri Fresonke H.
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September 14, 2006 02:06 AM EDT --
Sleep Invader
You bring the moths
luna-winged and golden
flaming my dream space.
Every awakening breath,
grounded hands
caress my shoulders
as if to funnel charge . . .
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July 22, 2007 05:23 PM EDT --
Title : Façade of Shadows
Author: Rick Chiantaretto . . .
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November 16, 2006 02:24 PM EST --
So my photo "The Mask" I found while wandering the beaches of Hawaii. He made me think of a pirate, a bad boy, or that mysterious wink that people code their messages with.
Is it true . . .
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August 01, 2007 09:42 PM EDT --
Love Promises
Gentle fingers stroking my hair.
Hugs for tears and hugs for kisses
and even more hugs to hold
each other through harsh and fair.
After the petty spill of annoyance
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September 13, 2006 05:56 PM EDT --
Title : Etched City
Author: K. J. Bishop
Publisher: . . .
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November 11, 2006 11:20 PM EST --
Aloha Lunch
He wore neon yellow shirt,
ordered water for two, salad for one,
afraid to take off his hard hat.
Hair sticks up in tufts when he finally does.
She's . . .
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February 22, 2007 02:34 PM EST --
Arctic Alone
That's me
hands chained behind back,
staring into the darkest eyes--
sea waves,
thrashing tail.
Entering
the slip of silken waters,
taste of salty brine,
leads . . .
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December 03, 2006 12:24 AM EST --
Feeling your warmth
crawling my skin
like catepillars
drawn toward cocoon
dust,
and replaced,
cold licks my skin
stroke by stroke,
flame dousing,
grousing
shuddering down,
homing into . . .
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December 06, 2006 08:37 PM EST --
Hi All,
A dear friend of my is in a serious funk, so I started this awful rhyme to cheer him up. Want to help out? Just add a verse in a comment. If you want to vote on the worst one, send me a message . . .
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December 23, 2006 10:46 PM EST --
Wind Down
Weary, you set aside
weighted gray
robes of calling,
meander down path
toward tea house.
Scoop there, water from well,
let drops trickle past calluses
and grime,
permit . . .
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April 20, 2007 12:26 AM EDT --
Ghosting Before Dawn
Always the same, last taste, eyes rubbed
then awake, and you slowly melting,
your outline blurring until dotted gray.
Miasma always arises thus, fingers in fog, . . .
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