Tag: poetry
member name: Susan Pattishall
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March 28, 2006 05:01 PM EST --
In my comatose state I was in pain,
Crying at the world and commiserating.
Then I realized, while in pathos I felt lain,
Commiseratting world sent agents for x-raying.
Why, I wondered . . .
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May 04, 2006 06:24 PM EDT --
Oh brightest star, Earth is out in heaven. A wild world born is still a world. World, why won't I please organize the features in the order of lightest to darkest? Will the darkness devour me? . . .
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May 03, 2006 02:30 PM EDT --
The hugeness of the passing vehicle was terrifying to the little mouse on the skate being pulled by a string.
There is a mystery about being a 'planetarian' (new word) and the planet being your . . .
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May 03, 2006 07:42 PM EDT --
When a serious writer has to hone two skills
at one time,
The realism of potent current events and the
hopefully skillful feat of adding the satirical
touch sublime,
It is to portray the softening effect, . . .
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March 15, 2006 11:34 AM EST --
I heard a minstrels' music in hot soul.
In tune to my reverie
The tune arose from the forest like a jazz foal,
Like the touch of mystery,
And my lover I could not find.
Then, in such fine weather, . . .
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March 22, 2006 09:24 AM EST --
Clouds misted over dark caverns beyond the castle ruins, as the somber notes of 'the sleeping potion has been drunk' hissed.
It was only poison to the suspense permeating the room_ a relief to . . .
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March 15, 2006 12:11 PM EST --
As I run in and out of moonlight,
by the knotty gnarling sight
of the Ancients' withering whisper,
the arboreal lands of fertile soil,
are rocks and stones of clamorless toil_breakers and silent surfer. . . .
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March 21, 2006 09:49 AM EST --
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March 21, 2006 01:59 PM EST --
Across miles of sky,
In the shape of an eye,
Beauty, 'midst fleecy clouds like pearls and
lace,
Were doves mystically on wing, shimmering from
space.
We were of tender years,
Two wiley doves solemn . . .
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December 10, 2005 02:27 PM EST --
Everyone sees someone strange.
It must be this werewolf.
It must be the shell through which I cannot penetrate_
My blanketed self.
The monument walls_
The hardest paths to follow
Swarm across my mind . . .
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January 08, 2006 08:50 PM EST --
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March 21, 2006 01:52 PM EST --
How can I kiss a love in pen?
I find its truth as like as when
It first bloomed and was by song untried,
Not words to which you've not replied.
That kiss was truer perhaps, braver or freer.
Love was . . .
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March 21, 2006 09:40 AM EST --
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I came upon the castle ruins left standing in . . .
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March 21, 2006 12:15 PM EST --
No greater love is there for freedom's quiet
flowers
From citizens who honor its peaceful hours.
A universe bounding from history,
Whose ancients quelled the savage fight,
Is speeding on in silent . . .
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