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Skip to search - Accesskey = s. Poems, I Write 'Em. Alone, The Play. By edrensumagaysay on March 13, 2010. A place she loves. A place she hates. A place that consumes her. A place that captures her. A place she can escape to except when she can’t escape from it. Takes off her scruffy pea coat. Sits on the only chair in the dining room. Notices the candles burned until cold. Unslings her bag from her shoulder. Because dragging the heavy memory thing. Can break things pretty easy. Just the old ones.
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Skip to search - Accesskey = s. Poems, I Write 'Em. By edrensumagaysay on March 2, 2010. Sleeping in separate double beds. Waking up to wonder about San Francisco. Walking across Union Square for the clothes and shoes. Noticing the wind is extra windy in this city. Noticing peoples cheeks are rosy regardless. Eating clam chowder at Fisherman’s Wharf. Watching the sunset on the backs of sea lions. Taking a trolley in between breathing. Tip toeing past North Beach. Tickling Golden Gate Park.
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Skip to search - Accesskey = s. Poems, I Write 'Em. By edrensumagaysay on March 7, 2010. Gotta play catch up. Because some people are smarter. Because some people are more handsome. Because some people are funnier. Because some people’s credit is 400 points better. Because they’ve been paying property tax. For more than four years. Because when this game started. I was busy being in love. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.
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Skip to search - Accesskey = s. Poems, I Write 'Em. By edrensumagaysay on March 12, 2010. We all wear marvelous masks. Those that shine in the spotlight. For those standing on the same stage. For them to feel comfort. So none risk the drop. Because let’s face it. We’re all actors. With the lights out. Script on the dressing room shelf. Left to play with. Laquo; Weird Contest. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. In No Parituclar Order.
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Skip to search - Accesskey = s. Poems, I Write 'Em. Poetry to Prose and Back to Poetry. By edrensumagaysay on March 7, 2010. It’s not even a really good poem. Because it actually is prose. But that’s what a motherwriter gets. For over a year. Time out on the training of prose. Time in for the headfuck. Kiss my ass Hercules. Laquo; Karyssa Rosemetal. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public).
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Mold – Money 655. Just another WordPress.com weblog. June 26, 2011. I trade in the cow. For a bag of magic beans. That never take me. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. ABD or bust….
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Mold – Money 655. Just another WordPress.com weblog. August 3, 2010. Shirt unspools before the dryer. Tv station fades between channels. And the lung walls cling. Looking for the cloth it used to be. This ghost of dry coughs. A heart once sang. Now i crouch by the dial. Leaning in to find a frequency. As a mouse quiver. I look for you in that tall body. And find only a mouse. Of your big toe. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.
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Mold – Money 655. Just another WordPress.com weblog. January 9, 2012. Socks rolled up in shoes. Socks smashed into shoes. Stink bunched up in the folds. Socks kicked behind things, beneath. Forgotten socks, misplaced. Lost, but never wondered about. Peeled off of feet. Cotton slip of the vibrant step. Years pass in a permanent furrow. For the next new note. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public).
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Poetry Collections & Anthologies. Just another WordPress.com site. April 30, 2012. If you are a dreamer, come in. If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,. A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer…. If you’re a pretender, come sit by my fire,. For we have some flax golden tales to spin. You Never Hear the Garden Grow. April 30, 2012. Row on row,. You never hear the garden. Roots shove and reach. Posted in Classroom Poems. Powerful Thoughts in Tiny Packages. Way Down in the Music. April 29, 2012. P o p sic...
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These are the Poems I like. Poetry which has moved me! View my complete profile. Im Nobody by Emily Dickenson. Let Me Stop by Jeremy Davis. Spinning a Penny by Piet Hein. A Leaf by Maj Bronislaw. Excerpt from To his Coy Mistress by Andrew Marve. A Question by Robert Frost. The Freedom of the Moon by Robert Frost. Fire and Ice by Robert Frost. The Ocean Doesnt Want Me Today by Tom Waits. Random Thoughts and Ideas. PC Tools and Utilities. Sunday, January 08, 2006. I'm Nobody by Emily Dickenson. I should ju...
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November 13, 2011 · 9:02 pm. Poetry New Zealand (international journal of poetry and poetics). Published twice a year and edited since 1993 by Alistair Paterson. Is new Zealand’s oldest and most distinguished poetry magazine. Excerpts from the current issues and archive of older issues going back to Issue 22 are available in this online version of the magazine. Filed under New Zealand Poetry. Tagged as 21st Century New Zealand Poetry. October 29, 2011 · 9:53 pm. DVerse — Poet’s Pub. This is one of the mo...
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Simple, Unedited and Raw Poetry. Look in my Eyes. Look in my eyes. Care to feel the fire. I will burn you. Look me in my eyes. Your hunger is evident to me. Don’t think I don’t know. But I warn you. I may burn your lips. If you dare to kiss. My lips may look cool. But they are hot indeed. Last line added 12-05-10). Posted on 12.6.10 in Uncategorized. Share your thoughts →. And in this time. I feel your presence. Will you feel it. If I imagine your hand. Will a smile illuminate your lips. I hear your laugh.
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Poems I Wrote When I Was 12
Poems I Wrote When I Was 12. The strange, the funny, and the embarassing from my 7th grade poem book. Monday, November 22, 2010. Warning: Extreme levels of 7th-grader sappiness. Almost embarassed to post this one. It's another heartfelt attempt at sincere poetry. That I must have written at the very end of 7th grade. And it's baaaaaad. The Last Day of School. 65279;Today is the day we say our goodbyes. Today is the day that some of us cry. The school year is over, it's come to an end. Labels: heartfelt a...
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Poems I wrote with you in mind
Poems I wrote with you in mind. This will look great on your imaginary coffee table. To teach mechanical and nuclear engineering. Even a writer can surmise. A bicycle spray painted white. And left leaning against a post. In rain and snow and even sleet. And grow lesions of rust. And slough its way. Into the weeds unnoticed. My father knew what work was. Work was punching in early,. Regardless of your hangover’s howling. Driving into the city at midnight,. Wrestling sheaves of paper for ten hours. I miss ...
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Dreaming o’er the joys of night;. Little sorrows sit and weep. Sweet Babe, in thy face. Soft desires I can trace,. Secret joys and secret smiles,. Little pretty infant wiles. As thy softest limbs I feel,. Smiles as of the morning steal. O’er thy cheek, and o’er thy breast. Where thy little heart does rest. The cunning wiles that creep. In thy little heart asleep. When thy little heart does wake. Then the dreadful lightnings break,. From thy cheek and from thy eye,. O’er the youthful harvests nigh. I surf...
