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What Now

nounof...@gmail.com (nounofme) — Wed, 06 Jan 2010 00:48:48 UT

BLINDING SNOW
She was in the parking lot
confused and beside herself
waving her arms
cursing up to heaven
We had been let out together
from the same school
when the weather
became the teacher
Being somewhat confused myself
I stopped to ask the matter
between curse words through my half down window
I determined her battery was dead

Re: too much

georgedanc...@yahoo.ca (George Dance) — Tue, 05 Jan 2010 20:53:52 UT

What a pretty poem. Thanks for posting it. I'll limit myself to one
quibble: change the first 'actually' to 'really'. (Sorry, but I don't
consider it a proper reply if I can't suggest one improvement.)
In answer to your last question, though: yes, one can care too much
from the other person's perspective. Here's a poem I wrote with

Listen

moondustwri...@gmail.com (moondustwriter) — Tue, 05 Jan 2010 07:03:34 UT

If I could have done one thing
it would have been through
a change in the way
I listened to you
I should have been
always intent
waiting to hear by the words
what you meant
Your friendship is more
than words of love
I’d rather have that
it’s a gift from above

What is a Poet

dav1...@gmail.com (dave holloway) — Tue, 05 Jan 2010 04:18:32 UT

Probably a fool like me
who likes to write,
to appease the demons
who haunt the night,
few other reasons
so it’s no big thing,
nothing in comparison
to what’s on this screen,
or in a museum
or in books galore,
written by those
who’s sole chore
is doing it right,
abiding by the rule
created on top

An Open Invitation (For Intellectuals Only)

balam.a...@gmail.com (Obsidian Eagle) — Mon, 04 Jan 2010 04:20:52 UT

Non-Poetry and Subversive Verses courtesy of The Obsidian Eagle:
[link]

Reflections of my life

moondustwri...@gmail.com (moondustwriter) — Mon, 04 Jan 2010 04:00:51 UT

I care for an elderly woman and this is what is revealed to me:
I look into a glass and see
another woman who can she be
I touch her skin
I hear her voice
she isn't me I have no choice
Everywhere I gaze I see
memories of the past of me
plates meticulously painted
by a grandmum dear
mother's piano whose notes

Canned Fun

dav1...@gmail.com (dave holloway) — Sun, 03 Jan 2010 22:36:25 UT

I went to the mall today
and what a spectacle
and awesome display
of crap on every shelf,
the people I see
all centered on self.
Everything laid out
the way they want us to
want it to be.
Duped and ignorant
is all I see
in a world of suckers
who’re proud of the fact
and if I say anything
I somehow lack

Re: [poems 2750] Re: too much

moondustwri...@gmail.com (Leslie Moon) — Sun, 03 Jan 2010 19:15:31 UT

you are prolific - keep it up -writing is good for the soul

Re: [poems 2750] Re: too much

moondustwri...@gmail.com (Leslie Moon) — Sun, 03 Jan 2010 19:07:39 UT

like your "Testing' - gr8 for any given day. Tho maybe the mic just isn't
on and that's why they don't hear us :)

painting your face

nounof...@gmail.com (nounofme) — Sun, 03 Jan 2010 16:53:44 UT

PAINTING YOUR FACE
When I paint your face
I close my eyes
to me it is quite simple
to paint the face I love to see
until they close forever
noun

2010 Thoughts..my very first blog.

ashmadd...@gmail.com (Ash_2010) — Sun, 03 Jan 2010 06:44:33 UT

As one year rolls by,
Gazing on the TV screen, I wonder how time flies.
As we look back in this year for hits and misses
Behold my friends, another set of 365 days comes to us and let there
be no remiss
Centuries, years and days are just mere numbers,
Its a play that we do sequentially from January to December.

POEMS: 020110 - January 2nd, 2010

morph...@yahoo.com (Robert Morpheal) — Sun, 03 Jan 2010 07:18:10 UT

020110A
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Everything I know
is only salvage,
from the depths of anything,
among the chanced happenings,
from across the ruined bridges,
that are all destroyed
by time, weather, or the enemy.
I am the rusted shell
of an abandoned situation,
bearing the scars of what happens,
when everything is knocked around,

Testing

nounof...@gmail.com (nounofme) — Sat, 02 Jan 2010 20:28:26 UT

TESTING
I can't seem to get through
are you out there
Is anybody there
Please listen
Are you there
My wife doesn't understand me
My children do not understand me
My work does not understand me
I need understanding
I need you
Are you out there
Is there anyone out there
who understands me
Just testing

Little House

nounof...@gmail.com (nounofme) — Sat, 02 Jan 2010 20:03:23 UT

LITTLE HOUSE
I live in a small little house
with and endless sky
and when I reach out
I can touch the world
or sit with arms folded
touching only me
in my small little house
where I live
noun

Re: too much

nounof...@gmail.com (nounofme) — Sat, 02 Jan 2010 19:36:20 UT

love is a heavy burden