Tag: thoughts
member name: Terry Collett
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February 24, 2009 01:54 AM EST --
Are you busy ? She asked,
Leaning on the doorframe,
I mean can you spare a
Moment of your time? You
See my husband's away
And I seem to have blocked
The sink and I wondered if
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May 03, 2009 02:05 PM EDT --
Never to stop thinking;
Never to let the brain
Rest, until the big death
Comes and sweeps you off to
The big numbness (or so
They say). You want the brain
To pause, not stop, reflect . . .
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November 04, 2007 02:06 PM EST --
You push your penny in the slot; close it against the crowd outside the door. Why there is always a queue in the ladies lavatory, you have often mused, as you do now, as you disrobe, sit, and stare . . .
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December 06, 2009 02:46 AM EST --
To the casual observer Sitting opposite you on The train, you seem in The depth of prayer, Maybe some grace or Mood from God caught You there, but in the reality Of it all, your hands cover . . .
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January 28, 2008 07:27 AM EST --
And the child was missing,
No doubt, no sign;
The gut wrenching feeling;
The eyes everywhere;
The head thinking thoughts,
Dark images;
She was here just a minute,
Sure, just behind me;
Only . . .
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April 12, 2009 02:56 AM EDT --
It's at times like this,
While drying your hair,
After a shower or long soak,
That you think what a fool you've been,
What a joke he's made of you
With his funny ways
. . .
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August 28, 2009 02:37 PM EDT --
You can see she’s in love By the smile on her face.
But whether she’s fallen in love Like a child falling into a pond And only after almost drowning Does she flap and call into the air, . . .
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April 14, 2009 04:03 PM EDT --
Was I born for this?
Avril muses,
To take some man's seed
And another's kiss?
Was my mother's labour
Of nine months sweat and pain
Worth the effort
For this dark life . . .
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November 03, 2009 02:52 AM EST --
She laughed a lot, (That was part Of the healing process The doctors lied, they Repeated that until She died) and recalled Old jokes from years ago; Japes from her youth, Funny tales . . .
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January 10, 2008 03:40 AM EST --
"If only she were mine
And not another's," he said,
Putting down her picture
And looking at the sun,
Wondering where she was
And whom she was with
And how happy she was
And . . .
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February 18, 2008 02:03 AM EST --
She wished to hell
He'd leave her alone
With his darn pestering;
His thick lips on her shoulder
Making her top damp,
His fingers touching,
What her mother called her bosoms,
With all . . .
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June 03, 2008 07:23 AM EDT --
Makemkov had a sudden
Thought while sitting on his bed,
Having a smoke, gazing out
Of the window at the new
Apartments across the way,
Where some young dame was slipping
Into something light . . .
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March 09, 2009 04:04 AM EDT --
The bell from the cloister rang. Echoed around and settled upon nun in bed cosy in blanket against morning's cold and frost. Stirred. Head raised. Eyes peered into the dawn's light, sighed, shivered, . . .
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March 14, 2009 04:59 AM EDT --
Lucy lit a cigarette.
She sat at the bar,
Gazed in the mirror,
Saw her hair
And her eyes.
Wondered how long
Before some guy came over,
Whispered sweet nothings,
Suggest things
To make . . .
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April 13, 2009 02:44 AM EDT --
Anika wonders
What her mistress
Has written in the letter,
What words they are,
And to whom
They are addressed
In that fine hand of hers,
But unless she opens it up,
Steams . . .
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April 17, 2009 04:08 AM EDT --
Claudette brushed her hair.
The face she pulled at
Herself in the old
Oak dressing table
Mirror made her laugh.
Excitement was now
Boiling up in her.
Marcel said it would
Be today . . .
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October 05, 2009 03:10 PM EDT --
"It is the dark beauty of it," Abraham Trotman said, Bringing his shotgun to his shoulder
Like a good friend or the young missy He'd known years back. "The beauty's in the goddamn eyes of it," . . .
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November 17, 2009 03:41 AM EST --
The baby is never far From your thoughts; each Passing pram or pushchair Nudges you into looking, Into remembering, aching.
You try to turn your head When some mother feeds From breast some . . .
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February 14, 2007 02:23 AM EST --
He was the son of his barren mother
The only child of his sister’s brother
She the daughter of his lonely years
The spit and sperm of kiss and tears,
Who, in his dreams, were master and mister, . . .
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January 18, 2008 11:08 AM EST --
Sally keeps on the lights,
She hates the nights
And their lonely hours,
And the love that sours
After these years of wait
And see. The time is late
She guesses; turns
Her body as her mind churns . . .
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