Tag: gather
group name: darkerendskies
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November 21, 2008 10:53 PM EST --
Un time ly Sa n ta
Let's play Santa with the backyard children.
It is early fall with ashes and golds.
Touch the heads with hazel hairs, careless
tussle with them, offer sweets . . .
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October 02, 2008 10:36 AM EDT --
My great-great-great grandfather, Louis Grunewald, was one of the nation's pioneer music merchants, and once owned a concert hall in New Orleans; it was the Hotel Grunewald's predecessor. It . . .
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September 24, 2008 03:57 PM EDT --
A poem I wrote several years ago with accompanying photos I took of myself through an antique smoky mirror. I believe I have posted it here on Gather before, then deleted it for a fresh start not too . . .
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November 21, 2008 09:11 AM EST --
Rainbow competetion writing
Gray particles move
The dusts of thought settle on top
of the bleak table strewed with scraps.
Look at the window, the gray sky
can be seen like an old . . .
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November 17, 2008 06:46 AM EST --
Moon for a girl
Passionate moon is reducing
to a pale disk, deep down the dim
tunnel of night. "Don't go." Still moon
peters out. A pitcher-glass, full
with potent . . .
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September 27, 2008 11:27 PM EDT --
As if it was not enough that I was an oxymoronic personality with awkward social tendencies, I was also blessed with parents who were in some ways just as odd as I was. While I would overhear everyone . . .
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October 01, 2008 10:24 PM EDT --
Last time I posted this one, I ended up (inadvertantly) sending a few readers to the dictionary, so I will try to spare anyone by providing the following definitions:
Time immemorial: . . .
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November 18, 2008 05:27 AM EST --
O n e FO R Tha t RO A D
The road made of billions of words
and a quarter of his memoir
meanders through the radiance and
foliage of shadows, half hour
to cover it in . . .
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October 05, 2008 04:18 PM EDT --
When I was a kid, I remember feeling very blessed to be living where I was in North Carolina. It has always been a beautiful state true to the deep south customs and the patriotism that has always run . . .
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November 20, 2008 08:54 AM EST --
Telescope
Blue is blending into blue, indigo,
heliotrope; ancient stars are melting
together into the ultimate formless.
A night through this telescope rekindles . . .
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September 25, 2008 10:08 PM EDT --
Sometimes I scribble down random lines when the urge strikes... sometimes these lines never get used, or never develop into anything in particular.
EEG
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November 07, 2008 09:46 PM EST --
The flight of the phoenix
Part 8, streets of a new city
The crimson lights begin to flash,
the streets of a city with their
million lives are being . . .
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November 15, 2008 05:54 AM EST --
The Flaming deck
A pack of flaming cards scatters in the dark sky.
The knights, the king, the bewildered queen, the jack
with their overdeveloped gestures
dramatic eyes . . .
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August 07, 2008 09:42 AM EDT --
A ctress
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The clotheshorse, old and scruffy holds
the array of her dresses. She needs them.
She needs them even more than foods
to satisfy her half . . .
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October 15, 2008 10:38 AM EDT --
White blank you were
The white paper keeps a steady stare
at me. It's fair void is rousing something
within. "What are you looking at? Do not!"
still, . . .
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November 16, 2008 08:54 AM EST --
Alison's Ali e n Cat
A blue room with shadows hovering over
in a conspiracy mellows itself in
this Sunday morning. The feline do not like . . .
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September 26, 2008 10:32 AM EDT --
I see this world in a thousand shades of green
Underneath a fortnight of black lace
Eyes glancing through inverted colors, denying my smoke screen
A beautiful delusion poses a haunting . . .
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September 28, 2008 02:45 AM EDT --
One of many born out of the American patriot in me, sometime in late 2006.
EEG
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Her amber waves cried amidst . . .
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October 15, 2008 01:36 PM EDT --
This is basically my take on sensitivity and always questioning other people's motives as a result... until they really prove themselves trustworthy... It is about someone who longs to be understood, . . .
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November 19, 2008 07:54 AM EST --
Shado w cemetery
All the paths are blending towards the cemetery.
Where that old man sits on a broken chair and
pretends to be the keeper of the yard and white
memories. An evening . . .
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