Tag: poetry
group name: sweetteacafe
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March 28, 2008 12:20 AM EDT --
Mismatched
Anything jars
The senses, one-or-all,
For its distinct competition
With its neighbor's at-odds virtues as fair--
For instance, fine male hosiery
By nature formal wear,
Plucked . . . more
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May 03, 2007 08:46 AM EDT --
What can be done after midnight dust has
settled on the sheets?
My eyes bleed while awaiting the blistering
seduction of nothing-now.
Perhaps my desires
were destroyed when the flowers . . . more
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August 08, 2006 11:02 PM EDT --
We struggle over if we are black or white,
We wonder if they are wrong or right.
Does color make one evil?
Or is merely what's inside of us?
Should man hate one another when he . . . more
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October 07, 2006 01:23 PM EDT --
Dizzy
My heart
Spoke to my head
Too fast to understand
Everything I needed to hear
About you
Copyright 2006 Jim Ross
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August 04, 2007 08:48 AM EDT --
Here is where lonely begins
hand on brass knob
one last glance back
to an already gone room.
Hands on a steering wheel
out of the driveway
and a pause to shift
all but the eyes. . . . more
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January 21, 2007 10:09 AM EST --
I wrote an article last night about this growing older nonsense and I referenced (poorly) some of my favorite poetry and literature pertaining to being wistful of one's life growing shorter and not . . . more
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September 05, 2007 12:40 PM EDT --
Watch the coffee brew--
Bubbles start to percolate,
Ideas in heat
Rising in volume to burst
And reveal what lays ahead
Copyright 2007 Jim Ross
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September 05, 2007 06:10 PM EDT --
Dislodged pebble rolls,
Writes its journey in the sand--
A legend is born.
Copyright 2007 Jim Ross
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September 17, 2006 07:16 AM EDT --
Sun Salutation
I lay in wait for the chirps of the
first morning birds,
a sense of anticipation and hope
in the dawn of a new day
draws me out of bed to the
fog of an early Fall morning. . . . more
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April 24, 2007 06:44 PM EDT --
beneath the crinkled skin
beneath the cavernous cage
a heart fills and flows
meanders with an age
the letter never sent
"sorry" never spoken
hands could not reach
promises told then broken . . . more
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October 09, 2006 12:13 AM EDT --
Quercus Over Time
White, with rain it pokes to look around,
Green, with growth it rises to astound,
Then spreads to shade and grow renowned,
Parched with age, gold flutters to the ground
Black . . . more
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February 19, 2007 09:34 PM EST --
Tender, guides the suitor in his tug
To a wondrous place of unobstructed view,
His beloved, where misty vistas always clear
And all things seen are gloriously new . . .
Hopeful, points . . . more
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January 04, 2008 02:56 AM EST --
Starbursts
Spark from wave crests
To charm a loving pair
Who clasp hands at the liner's rail
And regale as her ring becomes as one
With nature's dancing nighttime heart
And glimpse their . . . more
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March 07, 2007 11:43 PM EST --
Evening . . . more
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March 21, 2007 06:49 PM EDT --
Tonight,
at my bedroom window,
I gaze upon you;
a mysterious, inciting
body of the universe,
worshipped by many.
Reaching out,
I draw you to my breast,
selfishly wanting to hold
what others cannot.
Captured, . . . more
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January 09, 2007 07:57 AM EST --
Listen to the night while your other senses rest . . .
A Strain (Tanka)
Starlit symphony,
Crystal clear orchestration
Of life after dark--
Wood nymphs breathe . . . more
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August 13, 2006 01:43 AM EDT --
I Marched for Three Words
One day the letter came
And I knew, somehow,
My life would never be the same
You've Been Selected
Training Camp was more than
I had ever expected; . . . more
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October 08, 2006 12:54 PM EDT --
Balance
seagull
nonchalance
on yellow stick
Copyright 2006 Jim Ross
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March 07, 2007 11:10 PM EST --
Sunshine
Ball of fire in the sky
Heat so intense I want to die
Colors of red, yellow, gold
Memories of sunshine do unfold
Warmth of the sun upon my face
Bring me back to a place
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August 18, 2006 04:41 PM EDT --
ripples on water
spread arpeggios in streams
hands practice ballet
water ripples streams
cadenzas stream in ripples
ripples stream the air
raindrops . . . more
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