Tag: poetry
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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October 14, 2006 08:04 PM EDT --
I wrote this while visiting Kaikoura, New Zealand. Any suggestions are welcome and appreciated.
BLEACHED WHALEBONES
She calls it one-legged dancing --
her leg
resting on whitewashed . . .
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June 30, 2007 03:30 AM EDT --
Title : This is My Funniest
Author: Mike Resnick
Publisher: Ben . . .
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December 01, 2006 12:33 AM EST --
Don't know if you left it.
Didn't know that we kept it.
But it piles in the entry
of the lost and found door.
Six pairs of reading glasses,
a pile of security conscripted,
coats, . . .
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June 30, 2007 03:24 AM EDT --
Sad Surrender
After the blood and the grit and the explosion.
World of your life, rubble strewn and smoking.
After the tension in shoulders and loss.
Friends fallen, wounded, . . .
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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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August 22, 2007 04:50 AM EDT --
School Daze
Wake up and dress quick
the parade's about to start.
Majorettes whirl mascara wands
and fling curlers by the ton.
Frankenstein waits at your locker.
The school bell . . .
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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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March 02, 2007 01:04 AM EST --
Her Life as a Sand Castle
Her limbs sag, overfleshed,
face dreamy, shedding sand like tears,
battlements in upright back,
tide wetting legs
trigger fish eat corals
spit them . . .
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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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July 18, 2007 10:45 AM EDT --
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