Tag: muse
member name: Umar, Abu Nurain
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July 21, 2007 12:31 PM EDT --
This poem is based on true events reported in a local newspaper.
She loved him so much
She shot him twice
Left him once
For dead
In love’s name
Anyhow, he lived, somehow
Her guilt drove . . .
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November 13, 2007 10:33 AM EST --
Will and Ariel Durant, in their book, “Interpretations ofLife” (1970), depicted the lives of artists who stand noticeably in the pantheon of greatness. One of the themes that became clear . . .
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July 16, 2007 09:10 PM EDT --
I dreamt this poem. This is the only poem I ever remember dreaming. I had and do occassionally dream phrases, concepts, or inexplicable inspirations. She is beautiful. We're still friends. . . .
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October 05, 2007 04:22 PM EDT --
Penumbras flickered near the shadows’ edges,
Striking the empty wall: a dizzying array
Blacks and grays
Plain against eggshell white, yellowed in time;
Black etchings mimed winter-bare trees, . . .
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November 02, 2007 02:39 PM EDT --
I thought I'd have some simple fun. Its not in response to any challenge, at least not one outwardly offered. You're welcome to offer improvements.
At last . . .
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November 17, 2007 06:30 PM EST --
They who only walk
Cannot fathom those who fly
Their eyes reject sight
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November 23, 2007 12:51 PM EST --
joy
sadness
dreams fears
crest as swollen
translucent reservoirs
then congregate on ridges
and lashes as tearful identities
matured, anxious to cascade her
smooth . . .
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November 25, 2007 08:27 PM EST --
A few months ago, I was sitting in the living room when I noticed a large green spider on the glass of my front door. This spider was beautifully large and well proportioned. . . .
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July 18, 2007 11:19 PM EDT --
If you enjoy poetry, it is obvious that you enjoy or will enjoy willie shakespeare. this is sort of a homage to him, he took the measure of the thing...
He took the measure of the thing . . .
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October 27, 2007 08:57 PM EDT --
a little something for Halloween...
crude hand hewn maple
stained and flat stringerless stairs
nailed and open risers
menacing monsters
murky basement dwellers
. . .
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November 21, 2007 10:35 AM EST --
When you have nothing
The awakening will be
Nothing is normal.
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December 12, 2007 12:16 PM EST --
This, of course, was inspired by Ed Nudelman's poem. You should also check out Atticus' alphabet poem.
Approach beliefs carefully
Determining . . .
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December 12, 2007 04:25 PM EST --
I do not desire to leave
this house buffeted by wooly plants
bees, spiders and a gang of cats
bottle brush trees and birds of paradise
I do not desire to leave
this place of swirling . . .
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July 20, 2007 05:49 PM EDT --
We had picked up the mooring lines the night before. Now there was a bellowing wind from the south building seas and creating wave sets that smacked us abeam, stretching those mislaid mooring lines taut. . . .
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July 27, 2007 06:15 PM EDT --
I know Gatherers prefer shorter poems but this is an experiment that I couldn'tsay no to. I've done something unusual with a standard form just to see how it would work. . . .
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August 01, 2007 05:33 PM EDT --
My mother loved jade. She nurtured her jade with all the gardening skills she could muster, which, to be honest weren’t that many. She was not a country girl. Southern California amazed her because . . .
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August 03, 2007 12:05 AM EDT --
We were drifters.
Our voices had fallen on hard times.
No one heard us
As our shabbiness hid our nobility.
We wandered north during the summer
To catch the warm rains.
We went to the eastern . . .
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August 27, 2007 12:35 AM EDT --
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November 30, 2007 05:04 PM EST --
trees yawn shorter days
delicious mock rainbows fall
crunchy under foot
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July 18, 2007 03:34 PM EDT --
I read this poem at my father's funeral.
Spindly, black and ashen legs
Sprouted from brown, high-top shoes,
Rose and lost themselves in baggy blue jean shorts
These silent bell clappers . . .
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