Tag: poetry
group name: peaceandjoy
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October 12, 2008 12:08 PM EDT --
Do you have a special place you like to go that reminds you of your childhood? For me it is sitting in a swing.
Swing High
I sat on the swing that warm autumn day
As mild winds . . . more
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September 27, 2008 12:40 PM EDT --
Here I sit
Nightie over my knees
Enjoying the wafting
Of the soft autumn breeze
My coffee cup in hand
And the newspaper laid out
Trying to find
What the world is about . . . more
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September 30, 2008 11:15 AM EDT --
I lived for many years on the farm and witnessed the yearly game of planting, growing and harvesting. There is beauty in this process.
The Golden Harvest Game
Golden fields of oats . . . more
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February 13, 2008 11:41 AM EST --
For the little valentines out there, and those a little older whose minds love to come out and play--Happy Valentine's Day!
Flowing ribbons,
Colored valentines,
Friendly thoughts
Of . . . more
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October 11, 2008 11:25 PM EDT --
I. Heart Coccoon
Building her own Jail;
Self-sentence: death-rebirthing -
Goal? Surrendered Heart.
II. Holy-of-Holies
Prison was, for . . . more
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August 23, 2008 10:09 AM EDT --
I walk within myself
Looking around
At all that I see
Here and there
I see the images
That I have blocked
From my active mind
Images I've hidden . . . more
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October 02, 2008 11:21 AM EDT --
It is my intention that this will be a gentle day, one of focus and calming.
Gratitude
Quietly, the rains came.
Not those
that storm and ravage,
but the gentle ones, . . . more
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September 05, 2007 03:29 PM EDT --
See the bright petals!
Peace accompanies their truth--
Sweet, fragrant flowers.
Copyright 2007 Jim Ross
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January 21, 2008 01:30 PM EST --
When late becomes early . . .
When the moon sails by . . .
When stillness prevails . . .
In the nighttime sky
A crash in the underbrush
Sketched lightly by snow
A red fox in downward throes
Pounces . . . more
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October 04, 2007 12:39 PM EDT --
Little girl
At play with pots and cups today;
A cook who puts her plates away—
Joy awhirl!
Little boy
At bat with eyes that strain to catch
The flight of white across the patch—
Swings . . . more
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April 21, 2007 04:14 PM EDT --
Sickle moon, ancient symbol
Of the Celtic Goddess
Bent bow of Diana the Huntress
Poised over Venus, my sun sign
What magic do you spin?
What arrows do you shoot?
April 21, . . . more
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June 27, 2007 03:13 PM EDT --
Acknowledgment
I have lived long
Traveled far
And learned much
But the greatest sources
Of my knowledge even wisdom
Are two wonderful women
A calico Kitten
And a black . . . more
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August 30, 2007 06:06 PM EDT --
A giddy gadfly with green apple eyes
Dallies gladly with guileless guys
One might call her a flirt
But she'd never desert
Her husband and family ties
Sweet flirtation is filling . . . more
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January 30, 2008 10:08 PM EST --
Close your eyes and see
Your friends as they used to be
Before life claimed them--
Drove them away from your side,
As it drove you far from them.
Listen to laughter,
The high pitched squeals . . . more
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May 30, 2007 12:36 PM EDT --
When you meet,
what do I treat,
a co-traveler has found,
in a lonely street.
When you smile,
eyes try to file,
these all moments,
and your style.
When you shy,
I begin to fly,
in the world of . . . more
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May 20, 2007 03:27 PM EDT --
( I wrote this a long time ago but it's Spring and the world needs a bit of the Old Magic )
It was Christmas day in London town
So many years ago.
The air was clear and . . . more
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July 23, 2007 08:01 AM EDT --
On the night of her birthday
I dreamt of her
And we were young again
And we laughed and played and made love
And the morning came
And I awoke happy.. but only for a moment
As it . . . more
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May 14, 2008 01:59 AM EDT --
An inviting time
Of gentle breezes
Beside a canal,
Feet dangling over
An ancient stone wall,
Hungry, eager ducks
Rasping their demand
For the bread you drop
Past your sun-warmed knees . . . more
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July 03, 2007 11:35 AM EDT --
Is This Woman Real?
Is this woman real
Or dream stuff born of desire?
Shining star bright
In the darkness of my lonely world
Oh yes she is very real
Flesh and bone . . . more
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May 07, 2007 11:30 AM EDT --
The pilgrim poet, following the path
Laid out by Lady Diana's magic
Through barren and lonely landscape
Came at last to a high walled city.
He sensed that within this city lay
The end of his loneliness . . . more
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