Tag: writing
member name: Virginia M.
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November 20, 2006 02:31 PM EST --
BOOKS
Bound pages with words, that
Often conveys the authors mental,
Or emotional outlook, at the time of writing, often
Kindling some kind of reaction by the reader,
Sometimes, . . .
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January 09, 2007 03:28 PM EST --
I remember when I was a kid, a teacher asked all the students in the class, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" I had never been asked that before, but it didn't . . .
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November 12, 2006 08:56 PM EST --
Dear people,
I just thought I'd let you know I am thinking about you. I haven't 'met' everyone here though, so, maybe I should explain a bit about me. I am not politically . . .
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September 29, 2006 01:32 PM EDT --
Trees shed their glory,
As squirrels fill their pantries.
The weather changes.
Southward bound birds give warning,
Soon winters' breath will freeze all.
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October 17, 2006 09:41 AM EDT --
Gather-ing in,
Gather-ing out,
Makes the writers want to shout,
"Down with glitches!
Down with glitches!
Return our points,
Return our work!
Make us happy as we write,
For we'd be . . .
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October 18, 2006 11:45 AM EDT --
I am in mourning, for the death of one of my dear friends. My sorrow is deep, and cutting. How can I overcome such grief, when my friends' passing was by my own hand? It all happened, . . .
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May 23, 2008 12:10 PM EDT --
The thre she rs thre she d the wheat, the fi she rs fi she d the sea
The poli she rs poli she d tarni she d spoons, and wa she rs wa she d the di she s
Yet too soon, the u she . . .
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September 23, 2006 12:41 PM EDT --
Critiques welcome. Please, don't be mean but you're very welcome to leave your opinions and sugestions.
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October 08, 2006 08:18 PM EDT --
I dig into the earth, striving to gain some advantage
over the hard packed dirt,
laced with rough-edged stones.
Three packets of seeds left
from Spring planting,
laying aside, waiting, waiting.
Clouds . . .
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October 22, 2008 11:22 AM EDT --
This was orginally written February 06, 2007 for the Two Word Challenge group. The words, "cellar door" was that weeks writing challenge.
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September 24, 2006 12:23 PM EDT --
I lothe the bed at night,
A place of broken vows.
I slept there once,
In arms, that held me warm,
And promised me safe journey,
To mornings' early dawn.
Though sheets and pillows may replace, . . .
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September 21, 2006 09:07 AM EDT --
Hear my heart beating?
Even I cannot hear it.
Anger burns so deep.
Restraint holds rivers' flow.
Tears won't deliver me now,
Sharp words spoken kills the heart.
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September 22, 2006 12:24 PM EDT --
I am here, and yet I'm not.
The trees whispers my name,
Making it resonate between the mountains.
Thunder rumbles low in the background,
Waiting for the sky to light my stage.
Clouds darken, only . . .
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September 15, 2006 07:00 PM EDT --
Her hair framed red face,
Lit in flirtations array,
Failed to curb her words,
Murmured softly in reply,
Lost in passionate desire.
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September 22, 2006 07:08 PM EDT --
Can one stop the wind?
Strong powerful nemesis,
Whirlwind destruction?
No, the wind chooses her path.
We must wait 'til she is soothed.
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September 10, 2009 10:28 AM EDT --
Stagger ye drunkard,
having drank
the beauty of intoxication
the harvest brings;
russet colours,
frosted hillsides,
and look to the Goldenrod
as it falters . . .
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October 08, 2006 08:11 PM EDT --
The moon gives way to dawn's light,
As the day begins anew.
The sun stretching, yawning,
Its beams unfurling golden fingers,
Bending low to touch the earth,
Diamonds mingle with the dew,
As the moon . . .
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September 18, 2006 11:45 AM EDT --
I had no problem writing the poem, but I can't come up with an acceptable name. Any sugestions, please?
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September 18, 2006 11:58 AM EDT --
If death told it's tale,
What wisdom would it impart?
"Love has brought me hence"?
Or this, "Hatred's toil is cruel"?
But all be told, "Just live. Live!"
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September 20, 2006 01:27 PM EDT --
English Ivy grows,
Tendrils grasping for white fence.
Pruner does his work.
Can fence and vine co-exist?
No, unruliness is doomed.
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