Tag: poetry
member name: David S.
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November 07, 2008 01:17 PM EST --
A Length of Tattered Curtain
In the fairy tale
she cannot help herself.
The beastly silhouette, so fraught with mystery and danger
compels her gaze.
The great white bear with candles . . .
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June 03, 2008 10:13 PM EDT --
Prayer of the Thankful Husband
I thank thee Father
for all that is mine--
that is really ours--
that is really thine.
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February 18, 2008 11:13 AM EST --
Winter Sonnet
So when the swirling snow begins to fall
outside where frigid dreams begin to dance
their tarantellas to the gods of chance,
these wintry symbols list to bear their all
upon . . .
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April 08, 2008 09:33 AM EDT --
The Way of Men
I put the cat out
and then it's my duty to wander through the house
battening the hatches.
Night oozes outside.
It's a thick soup with starlit chunks littered about; . . .
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May 11, 2008 03:40 PM EDT --
I thought I'd try to have fun this week! Dang but these short ones take longer than the longer ones!
All hail the Vulcans!
When I done stubbed my toe on the charming divan and . . .
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May 29, 2008 10:33 AM EDT --
Ways to Genius
The boy considers how ideas can come--
A project in the works perhaps.
Though genius is elusive, so he thinks,
All one needs is maps.
The never-hungry parrot begs for snacks . . .
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November 15, 2008 01:25 AM EST --
We Had Plans
We had plans,
but they changed. Now,
my brother's finger in his collar
can never make the new tie feel right. Now,
the wrinkles on my hasty skirt won't vanish . . .
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April 27, 2008 03:59 PM EDT --
This took longer to write than the week of the Poetry Please challenge "Round" allowed. So here I'm posting it now, late. Any comments or suggestions are appreciated!
Plato's . . .
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March 13, 2008 06:08 PM EDT --
Powder
When I open my head and peek inside,
I notice only the rusty hinge that thirsts for grease—
and powder where my brain should be.
I am not alarmed.
So speaks the worth of intelligence. . . .
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May 02, 2008 12:18 AM EDT --
I've been working hard on this one. I hope you like it. It has a happy ending, and a sad one at the same time.
A Rescue
Massive in its sleek and lumpy form,
the right whale, barnacled . . .
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September 21, 2008 10:19 PM EDT --
It once was useful, and maybe even noble.
Now gravity's unrelenting tug warps and sags its timbers,
yet it beckons passersby with nostalgic anticipation.
It may have been red long . . .
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November 29, 2008 04:06 PM EST --
Grandma's Map
The whispering beauty of your face,
with all its cracks and lines and furrows,
makes a map—a map from there to here.
There is where your smile was broad and deep, laughing silvery . . .
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February 22, 2008 08:29 AM EST --
Hey kids, I've made a wonderful discovery! Poetry and cooking go hand in hand. Let me explain.
Often when I cook, I'll think to myself, "Self, what yummy delights should I put into this . . .
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February 23, 2008 08:34 PM EST --
For those who read my previous article about writing in Shakespeareanese , here are the results from my school students who were asked to write a compliment to their partner in iambic pentameter. I give . . .
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January 20, 2008 03:23 PM EST --
I teach a lot of children's poetry at Utah State University, and so I've come to write a few things . . .
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February 05, 2008 09:58 PM EST --
Hey kids! If you'll bear with me to the end of this long-winded article, you will be able to write your own SHAKESPEAREAN COMPLIMENT just in time for Valentine's Day!
No kidding . . .
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March 08, 2008 01:02 PM EST --
Wilderness
a forest of people
square by square,
standing,
facing forward.
willows—
crowded together in four by four.
sleeping,
sitting,
this multitude in grid
spans to the . . .
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February 06, 2008 07:08 AM EST --
Gump
noun
According to John Bartlett's Dictionary of Americanisms (1849) gump is an idiot. A foolish dolt.
Usage:
"Alas! I feel . . .
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February 15, 2008 11:50 PM EST --
I hiked up Salt Creek Canyon in Canyonlands National Park last year, and I wrote this poem for my wife on the way back from Angel Arch--a short side trip of a couple of miles. On this markedly photographic . . .
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