Tag: poem
member name: Gorgeous Gabby, a Gather Geeky Gal, and The Giz
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November 25, 2007 03:13 PM EST --
Here's
Another
Haiku
For
You
This haiku's for you.
No! Wait! This haiku's for me.
Huh? No! It's for all!
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November 25, 2007 05:56 PM EST --
NOTHING
I can do naught but think of you.
What kind of hold on me have you
that I cannot sleep?
I hear your laughter in my dreams.
I cannot breathe.
I find your scent on my clothes.
I cannot eat. . . .
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May 19, 2007 09:24 PM EDT --
I'm a tad confused y'know
The tadpole said to the reed,
The tad is a lad who swims all day
Yet is sad beyond the weed.
I come here often, thinking of you
You grew up here with me, . . .
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June 03, 2007 04:07 PM EDT --
Ellison Ellsworth said,
" 'Ells Bells"
Every time on the ice he fell.
He'd pick himself up,
Brush himself off
And climb to the top o' the dell.
Ellison lived
. . .
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May 19, 2007 01:45 PM EDT --
Just my opinion
for what it's worth,
I think your work is worthwhile.
If you are not published
You sure should be.
Your verse you should compile!
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November 21, 2007 02:04 PM EST --
I am thankful for my internet connection,
It brings me close to my family and friends every day.
I am grateful for my internet connection,
It brought me a new person with whom I can maybe, hopefully, . . .
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May 17, 2007 03:27 PM EDT --
time cannot be stilled.
it keeps its own clock
ticking past
the sun dials
in the light
of day.
it races through
the window panes
in the sky.
it circles around
weather vanes . . .
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May 17, 2007 06:36 PM EDT --
My tired feet don’t want to blow
Down that winding road.
If I can stay right here, my friend,
These seeds I will have sowed.
I’ll tell you simply how I am
You tell me what you’ve . . .
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May 19, 2007 01:31 PM EDT --
time is timeless?
how can that be?
to be it and not?
i don't know. maybe.
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May 21, 2007 11:43 PM EDT --
I said
The wrong thing today.
Let me explain:
I went shopping
With my friends.
All the ladies we were,
All at the mall.
They tried on clothes.
They bought all kinds of clothes.
I've . . .
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May 17, 2007 07:24 PM EDT --
They light up our lives
There's no harm in their charge
They bring forth the juice
The come small, they come large
You find them all here
You order, they ship
"I'm in charge," they . . .
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May 24, 2007 07:27 PM EDT --
Do you remember when you used to hold my hand?
We walkied barefoot leaving trails in the sand.
Do you remember when we warmed our hearts by the fire?
We cuddled and sighed deeply as we loved.
Do you . . .
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May 29, 2007 02:17 PM EDT --
My resident critic is beside me to say,
My time on Gather, she thinks, is play.
She barks commands, "Mom, rise from your chair!"
The back yard, the outdoors, she'd rather be there.
She . . .
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February 26, 2008 08:10 PM EST --
If you've got something to say
Just say it
No walking on eggshells here
If there's something on your mind
Just tell me
The words need to come out clear
You can't make me mad
Only . . .
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September 21, 2007 07:58 PM EDT --
I wrote a piece.
Did it exist?
Did it get read?
Did you get the gist?
Was it satirical?
Or just plain dumb?
I wrote it for all,
Not just for one.
Is it visible?
Did they pull my word?
I need . . .
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October 10, 2007 03:37 PM EDT --
Copyright 2007, D. Sayer-Rehor, All rights reserved
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You are the perfect specimen, . . .
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May 29, 2007 11:00 AM EDT --
Divine arrogance is playing a trick on thee.
Mother Nature won't rain, she dries out the sea.
Father Sun makes us hot, brings us to our knees,
We need dancing intervention for water, if you please. . . .
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May 04, 2007 11:30 AM EDT --
Dancing waves of heat
Scorch the mirrors of my eyes
Curiosity
Wonderment of the next stop
I see palm trees and oceans.
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November 25, 2007 03:50 PM EST --
Here
Is
A
New
Haiku
For
You
You are on my mind.
Yes, I could have walked away.
You are in my heart!
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December 13, 2007 08:11 PM EST --
A day in passage without you
Has no sun to light the way.
There is no radiance of love.
No warmth to kindle the fire,
No life worth living.Nothing moves.
Flowers cannot tilt their faces to the gift. . . .
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