Tag: poem
member name: Terry Collett
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November 07, 2009 08:17 AM EST --
Forever where is nowhere near And dark snow hides in the tundra, Where, ghostly bodies whisper in winds,
The sun sits like a cuckolded spouse And the dead moon wanes to wax again, While, being bled . . .
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November 06, 2009 03:25 AM EST --
This is the strand of hair His fingers touched Before the assassin’s Bullet struck and stilled The fingers in a silent pose.
This the lobe of ear He kissed before the bullet Hissed through . . .
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June 05, 2008 01:57 PM EDT --
The mourners come,
Each one set out
Along the way
From chapel door
To where the small
White coffin lies
And preacher stands.
One small red rose
Upon the lid,
To tell of love
And . . .
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November 05, 2009 02:46 AM EST --
You pause momentarily Plaiting your hair, think Back to the night before When even his words Became almost physical, Almost tangible, things You could handle between Fingers like beads of a . . .
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December 01, 2006 02:39 AM EST --
She, unknowing, with stillborn child,
Mellow in her youthfulness,
Loving in her wren-like narrowness,
Chided without humour
With her hawk-like tongue,
The wide paths of her short years.
. . .
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March 06, 2007 03:05 AM EST --
The house where I was born
Has been torn
Down now. The bricks and mortar
That gave us shelter
Are reduced to rubble and waste.
What the haste
Was or what the need
I do not know. They feed . . .
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March 13, 2007 08:44 AM EDT --
Undecided by time and hands,
The joke is on you, she said,
Making her last demands,
Leaving the dead
Tomorrows
For the dumb wits
And their sorrows,
In tragic bits
In photographs . . .
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April 08, 2007 10:14 AM EDT --
I just want my baby back She says. The black Dress contrasts against
Paleness of her haunted face. Angst Is here. Grief to the brim. The colour of her life dim
With the death of babe . . .
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April 17, 2007 02:41 AM EDT --
Felix Fudgeflick wanted to go to sea.
Felix wanted to see the world
And have a girl in every port.
Felix wanted to wear the clothes
Those sailors wore
And wear that hat upon his head.
Felix wanted to . . .
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May 03, 2007 02:14 AM EDT --
What could she say
In those moments,
The minutes ticking away,
The space narrowing
Between her and him,
As the light dimmed
And the heart pounded in disbelief?
She didn’t know,
Her mind . . .
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May 16, 2008 03:35 AM EDT --
His mother
Enjoys her
Birthday cake;
Each tiny
Chocolate
Crumb and flake,
And childlike
She leaves some
Evidence
Behind on
Her aging
Lips and jaw
For all to see;
Discreetly . . .
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August 23, 2008 01:52 PM EDT --
He guessed that if the four girls
Hadn't been shot in Nazi
Mass shooting, they'd have made good
Wives, mothers and maybe if
They made it through the war good
Grandmothers, too. What . . .
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September 16, 2008 01:25 PM EDT --
She would have placed the baby
In the center of her heart
And not allowed the stealthy
Death to come, but death came in
The depth of night, hidden by
The shadows of the dim lit
Dark; the . . .
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December 05, 2008 03:50 AM EST --
She was tortured
And terrorized,
Battered
And bruised
Until the contusions
Faded
To a yellow green
Which was not seen
Outside
The hellhole
Of her home,
Although
There were rumours
And . . .
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May 23, 2009 02:47 PM EDT --
You sit in your room Staring at a bare Wall trying hard to Recall your father's
Final words and your Mother's first, buried Beneath years of words, Images, sights, sounds,
Memories . . .
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November 05, 2009 08:26 AM EST --
There was the window By the far off wall Where you used to stand Gaping at the grounds Below, the tall trees, The fields covered in Snow, the birds braving The cold to fly down To the crumbs . . .
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July 11, 2007 02:24 PM EDT --
Dawn was the worst time When light came through the shutters Leaking memories with a cutting edge To slit through sleep and dreams.
He'd lay and stare and gently rock As if she slept beside . . .
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January 30, 2008 12:03 PM EST --
Izzy Inksure asked God
To seal her husband's jaw,
To bind his fists,
To teach him not to paw
Or beat or pour his grimy words
Into her ear. Izzy whispered soft.
She whispered low. She . . .
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September 09, 2008 07:12 AM EDT --
He'd come here with her once,
They'd walked along the beach,
Hand in hand, whispering
Words, laughing into that
Chill wind of the season,
Gazing into the eyes,
Dark pools mirroring . . .
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September 15, 2008 01:55 AM EDT --
All that way
Only to be told by Jude
That he had another,
Some girl he'd met
At the shop he worked,
Some flirt,
Some piece of skirt,
Tess thought,
Fighting back tears,
Not giving . . .
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