Tag: writing essentials
member name: Umar, Abu Nurain
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December 15, 2009 03:54 PM EST --
Graveyard shifts
offer premium wages
in lieu of pleasures and sins
hidden under the nights’ tawdry skirts,
or the lukewarm beds of tired wives
in stale, familiar . . .
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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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July 12, 2007 11:44 PM EDT --
She danced away from his eyes when she spoke
Of the green and deep serenity of Vietnam
Because his eyes filled with body bags
And miles of discarded limbs and lives for Sam.
His eyes burned circles . . .
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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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January 04, 2008 12:54 PM EST --
The following is excerpted from, "Jorge Luis Borges Selected Poems" edited by Alexander Coleman.
My Publisher Carlos Frias suggested that I make use of this "prologue" to describe . . .
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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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September 10, 2007 03:41 PM EDT --
BEDROOM
in the brevity of this room
where we last were we,
before the searing darkness
of dead stars burned
these holes in my heart –
before the sadness of trees
in the middle days of . . .
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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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October 30, 2007 02:14 PM EDT --
The English language, not surprisingly, is rife with terms coined at sea. The British Isles, after all, are islands and the residents of those island travelled the oceans far and wide. Many of the common . . .
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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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October 30, 2007 09:54 AM EDT --
There are conflicting stories about where the term bogeyman originated. The Spice Islands, for me, seem the most likely. Hence this little poem. Have fun!
The spice-laden bark,
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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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January 12, 2008 09:47 PM EST --
Dad's ring:
death makes heirlooms
from everyday effects.
Possessions crammed with his aura;
a fingertip caresses gold and gems
as his dad, reveling, had done
seeing sons . . .
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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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