Tag: woman
member name: Terry Collett
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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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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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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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March 02, 2009 02:07 AM EST --
There is always that shadow thing, She said, that feeling that he's still There, even though you know he's dead
And fled this dreary place, still see His face in the fine faces of Others similar . . .
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April 13, 2009 03:20 PM EDT --
They had passed
Upon this
Grove before,
Beneath that
Sun and blue
Expanse of
Sky, him there
Smiling, she
Shy, walking
And talking,
Listening
To birdsong,
Holdings hands, . . .
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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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November 04, 2009 02:38 PM EST --
Nothing fits anymore, It all seems to fall apart Like old cloth unpacked From ancient boxes. The voices seem so real, Even the dead speak clearly Inside your head, their every Word rings true . . .
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September 21, 2007 08:00 AM EDT --
Would you rather I didn't see? Mae said, standing beside Brand who stood poised holding a gun at Claxton's head. Claxton was sitting in a chair bound by ropes around his arms. Brand‘s hand was . . .
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February 17, 2008 02:58 PM EST --
Move her into the snow, Let her slow feet be dragged, Her reluctance to die Reflected on her face and eyes,
And the stoop of her tired frame. Watch how she stands, The hands prayer-like . . .
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February 11, 2009 07:10 AM EST --
Here take a cigarette,
He said, lounging on the
Sofa with you, I want
To share a dream with you,
(He took a drag, inhaled
Deep) you and me, Sweetie,
We're going to reach out
There and . . .
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February 19, 2009 03:34 AM EST --
You should really see this,
Chino, the city at
This time of the night is
Really something, you know,
Like the kind of place you
Read of in those books of
Yours with the dark corners,
Where . . .
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February 22, 2009 03:05 PM EST --
Sure, I had good times
Now and then
Who doesn't
With or without men
Or their funny ways
And presumptions?
And the way
They look at you
As if you were something
Just to gaze at . . .
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February 23, 2009 01:59 PM EST --
And like I was saying
This broad comes up to me
And says haven't I seen
You before somewhere? ( But
She isn't listening,
The guy's eyes are a deep
Blue and the way he speaks . . .
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February 24, 2009 04:16 AM EST --
She thinks of him
On days like this,
Remembers the last embrace,
The final kiss,
Looks at the skyline,
The passing clouds,
At the birds,
And misses
His presence,
His voice,
His gentle . . .
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March 01, 2009 02:21 AM EST --
All the time he spoke, She looked into his eyes, And they were there Trying to hide,
The lies, The deceit, The unfaithfulness, The cheating hours,
And even when He closed his eyes . . .
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March 20, 2009 03:49 AM EDT --
Babs brooded.
Babs saw the other girls
With babes
And wanted one.
She would watch
From windows
Of her house,
From the windows
Of buses and cars
The passing mothers
With their wrapped . . .
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April 08, 2009 03:30 AM EDT --
After all that sex, kissing,
Flowers bought, and chocolates
Consumed, he said he doesn't
Love you and never had; how
Bad can it get for you? Has
He never loved you with a
Passion, . . .
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May 18, 2009 01:53 AM EDT --
I'll show you a good time,
He said, and so he did
In his fashion, but it
All boils down in the end
To if he can get you
Into bed and spread his
Seed and then move on to
Some other . . .
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November 02, 2009 01:50 PM EST --
Dormant as death Miss Pretty comes, Her eyes are olives set in stone, Hair waving and heart aflame,
Sits eastward to westward half in joy Semi fulfilled and such as not, Blowing kisses to an empty . . .
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