Tag: people
member name: Deborah W.
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May 26, 2006 03:00 PM EDT --
This is about me, a person who has lived with a disease. I am a person who had a dream of realizing self-potential yet, had to accept not physically being able to manifest this dream.
As I stated in an . . .
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June 08, 2006 08:31 AM EDT --
It's irritating
the way you
sweep through church doors
on sunday mornings
. . .
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June 02, 2006 01:53 PM EDT --
This afternoon I watched
a lemon-faced drunk,
slump into a daily stupor,
no doubt fatigued from
his own radiance.
Under his high swelter,
two pie-faced
girls with braided
antennae and jean
clad . . .
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June 03, 2006 07:55 AM EDT --
There is nothing more difficult
than to interrogate
my own psyche;
perform an introspective
autopsy, dissect
every hidden niche
of my soul.
I scalpel through tendons
of consciousness . . .
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June 14, 2006 11:13 AM EDT --
never perfected
we always pluck and preen
each plume
of ourselves
before prying eyes
the peepers of page
voyeurs of feathered roots
prefixes and suffixes . . .
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June 16, 2006 11:26 AM EDT --
Kind of a verbose title isn't it? Well, I woke up with a serious case of logorrhea this morning, so bear with me and read the article any way.
Now, on to what I really want . . .
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June 24, 2006 10:30 AM EDT --
just when the bang,
bang, bang behind my eyes
stops
sorrow's gluttons appear
wanting curtain-calls
from imagination
(which,
last time I heard
. . .
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June 02, 2006 07:52 AM EDT --
what you did when you left--
was to leave me in a stupor,
incoherent, open-mouthed,
in a mentally challenged
sort of way;
--pondering how and why
flies make babies
and contemplating what the hell
a transcendentalist . . .
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June 10, 2006 06:51 PM EDT --
saturday's unhappy
she cried
for you this morning
made sky-sweeps
limp
moss squished
soggy
you see
gale just stomped
past the sun
with veins . . .
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June 14, 2006 11:10 PM EDT --
It isn't that scary,
really --
listening to him
I mean.
His old sock breath
and acidic whisper
can cool in the summer
and warm in the winter.
Count sheep he says
count sheep;
try a piggy-back
ride . . .
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June 26, 2006 09:43 PM EDT --
America is a land of immigrants. Immigrants who conquered the North American Continent in order for other immigrants to settle and freely practice their religion -- much to the chagrin of this country's . . .
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July 08, 2006 05:25 PM EDT --
(In Honor of the Creek Nation)
It's the bruise
with which, she speaks
that bothers me most.
This morning, like every
morning, her soul
watches from behind
the glass of her
gilded coffin . . .
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June 09, 2006 08:13 AM EDT --
Personal Note:
I'm not a huge Angelou fan, I prefer Dove, Brooks, and Giovanni before I do Angelou. But this is one of my all time favorite poems.
You may write me down in history . . .
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June 25, 2006 09:30 PM EDT --
Peronal Note: Yes, you guessed it. This is another poem for a contest. We were told to write a poem about gluttony. Gluttony is the third of the seven deadly sins.
Wise temperance . . .
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May 20, 2006 03:00 PM EDT --
I'm new to the forum here so, I thought I'd say HEY to all who pass by!
Stop in and say hello. I write articles, poetry and shamelessly promote my business.
Today's a good day, . . .
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May 29, 2006 09:32 AM EDT --
It seems poets everywhere
(lounging in Bavarian coffee shops
and Teutonic kaffegeschäft,
to those swishing down
Austria's sugar slopes)
are obsessed with excruciation.
Termination.
Macabre . . .
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