Tag: people
group name: poas
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November 09, 2007 10:21 AM EST --
I fought with the rain
and lost, cold
At five I didn't know I was the hunter
Sitting on the stoop
I was the prey
Or so I thought
Until my golden winged friend . . . more
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December 19, 2006 09:39 PM EST --
We were there, at the edge.
Tough, weathered at an early age.
Did we give up, did we sacrifice?
Where were you, near the edge?
We survived, we fought for you.
Riding out beyond the fringe. . . . more
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August 30, 2006 02:16 PM EDT --
Some foreign breeze
you seek will capture
courage.
The question mark above you
Mocks your fears
But you have will
To make . . . more
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September 07, 2006 09:17 AM EDT --
A single teardrop fell
all heads turned to see
they both could tell
there was nothing left
they walked away
both shattered
a quiet angry love affair
No voices raised in anger
there were . . . more
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August 18, 2006 11:51 PM EDT --
Inspired by my friend, Liz, who is learning to fly but who already knows its beauty
Pulling Free
High wings shade keen eyes
Masked behind smoky glasses
While arms tug the yoke
And . . . more
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April 08, 2007 10:38 PM EDT --
How shall I begin? Where would I end ?
Many tribulations I thought I would not survive.
Yet, I still breathe and stronger for the breaking. But now...here...a mountain so high...
its peak soars . . . more
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July 23, 2006 08:48 AM EDT --
Ode to Morning
Unrushed Sunday mornings,
Moving slowly . . . more
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January 06, 2007 10:36 PM EST --
What happened to the youthful days
when bedtime meant falling onto the sheets
in the wee hours of the morning,
mascara streaks across the pillowcase,
too tired to wash face
after dancing and . . . more
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June 06, 2006 08:03 PM EDT --
A life lived alone
Becomes a shelter from hurt
My own dark tower.
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August 09, 2006 01:30 AM EDT --
There were two slatted crates on the fourth story balcony, each with several chickens in it. An odd sight for an American visitor in China, but not as odd as an emerald green rose . . . anywhere--which . . . more
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August 19, 2006 01:17 PM EDT --
Morning Billows
Morning clouds of night
Ominous shadows to love
Lead our eyes to light
As the breeze and cresting sun
Burnishes their gold billows
© 2006 Jim Ross . . . more
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August 16, 2006 08:02 PM EDT --
A Sand Dune Away
Brackish marsh lies still
Behind the sandy dune mound
Stagnation in green
Salty plants fermenting there
While seagulls peck tiny crabs
© 2006 Jim Ross
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August 19, 2006 04:31 PM EDT --
Twisty Challenge
Candied blue steel waits
Polished to a blinding gleam
On new deep tread tires
For a journey on backroads
That beg to test leaning bikes
© 2006 Jim Ross
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July 31, 2006 02:36 AM EDT --
The sound of crickets
Echoes in the autumn night
A hollow wind blows.
I turn to look, missing you
In the shadow of dry leaves.
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September 06, 2006 01:02 PM EDT --
Good evening young lady
I don't mean to be a bother
but, could I have a word with you
I've been watching you from across the room
many have approached you
and many have walked away
most out . . . more
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May 14, 2006 11:20 AM EDT --
The Bathrobe
I knew it was inevitable.
Genetics are the strongest force in the world
And there is a point when acceptance is the only answer.
I had seen her face in my grandmother
But still . . . more
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June 06, 2006 09:29 PM EDT --
I didn't know you'd be something to miss
Stored Away, returned on the whisper of the wind
The memory of one perfect kiss
The deliciousness of young love floods my brain
Rain washes over my . . . more
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September 09, 2006 12:20 AM EDT --
A Matter of Taste
Cat flipped the kibble
With an averted-eye roll
And sauntered away . . .
To return with a scrub jay
Too slow for Cat's autumn prowl
Copyright 2006 Jim Ross
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September 15, 2006 04:23 PM EDT --
This Is How Life Has To Be
<h1 style="">Cry no more tears for me</h1>
This is how life has to be
Feel no pain in your heart
Everyone has to be apart
Lose no sleep late . . . more
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August 29, 2007 11:01 PM EDT --
Looking over the city
The lights winked in the distance.
We sat on the hood of his car.
I don't even remember what model,
But I remember . . .
I shivered;
He put his jacket . . . more
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