Tag: poetry
group name: poetsnook
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February 28, 2007 12:12 PM EST --
Reaching promise
Snow snapped,
Branches splayed
Copyright 2007 Jim Ross
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January 16, 2008 01:51 AM EST --
Crystal
Facets my love
Sparkling as time of day
Shifts colors to sing tones of life
Collected and dispersed on the instant
Your heart needs to know how I care
To share all radiance
With your own . . . more
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January 17, 2008 02:10 AM EST --
Passage
Caused by yearning
Births a restless journey
About the globe in sea salt moved
Suspended and transmuted for the ride
On swells of moon and sun brought tides
To kiss a shore and stay
For . . . more
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March 05, 2008 03:11 PM EST --
Speckled
Egg in pressed grass
Chills while a far killdeer
Cries and laments for a safe-hatched
blue egg
Copyright 2008 Jim Ross
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January 22, 2008 11:33 PM EST --
Lather
Beaten doughy,
Necking horses straining,
Winning races, trophies, glory,
Foaming
Copyright 2008 Jim Ross
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September 11, 2007 03:07 AM EDT --
Sometimes the flow of day’s events
Dissolve me into rhythm, rhyme--
When fragrant air envelopes trees
And breezes trip to music time.
The colors flare their own, no care
To blend a green . . . more
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January 28, 2008 02:56 PM EST --
Hornets
For all their noise
And busy hive hubbub
Are stirred to retaliation
For nearby vibrations and loud noises
Reminiscent of tired people
Whose anger flares as riled
Irascible
Hornets
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February 03, 2008 03:42 PM EST --
Paltry
Smiles gain nothing
Without well chosen words
To silhouette your ample heart
Luster
Copyright 2008 Jim Ross
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February 03, 2008 10:02 PM EST --
This rictameter is dedicated to Ann Rauvola who used her awesome graphic art talents to create an icon and masthead to marvelously display what our poetry form is all about. Thank you, Ann.
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February 09, 2008 11:22 AM EST --
As now
When apples fall
To bruise on hard, dry ground,
A hungry soul senses deep truth;
The deed is done and there is food to eat;
Somewhere beneath the apple tree
Search yields discovery-- . . . more
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February 17, 2008 12:42 AM EST --
THE SKY SPILLS
perfect silver drops
of spring rain
to wash the world clean
LUNE:
A thirteen syllable form arranged 5 / 3 / 5 in three lines. . . . more
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September 24, 2007 03:49 PM EDT --
When one reads Amy’s delightful Recycling Words (or The Big Secret, one is left with inspiration to cleanse their vocabulary and try again to string appropriate (and shiny) marks across . . . more
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February 13, 2008 10:46 PM EST --
The Letter
I place my letter on the table
Ten pages long, double-spaced
I feel that I will be unable
To have my worst fears faced.
To others it might be . . . more
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February 25, 2008 11:34 PM EST --
Eclipse - Rictameter (2-4-6-8-10-8-6-4-2)
Winter
Lunar eclipse
The Moon in Earth's umbra
The Earth's shadow upon the moon
The moon doesn't totally disappear . . . more
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February 10, 2008 10:07 PM EST --
Respite
From winter's wrath
Comes on rays of false spring
That warms me as if it were true;
People roll windows down to smile and wave
As they drive in short-sleeved good cheer
To shop . . . more
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February 12, 2008 12:44 AM EST --
Poems are dead leaves
Waiting where their bodies fall
Twisted by their fates--
Brought forth to live by poets'
Understanding hearts and minds
Copyright 2008 Jim Ross
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February 23, 2008 08:02 PM EST --
Someday
I will show you
My accounts to and fro,
Between a mountain in the clouds,
And the loving birthright sea, down below;
But for today, preface is yours
To think about the road
That . . . more
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February 01, 2008 02:09 AM EST --
Heaven
Knows the glory
Of spinning, whirling orbs,
While Man unravels grand puzzles
On earth
Copyright 2008 Jim Ross
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February 08, 2008 11:20 AM EST --
Rides beneath the stars
Do not always announce war--
Star-spray above me
Dazzles my eyes with this peace--
Heaven's treat passing 'til dawn.
Copyright 2008 Jim Ross
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February 08, 2008 09:14 PM EST --
Away
Go fog billows,
Ragged departing shapes
On wind with many things to do
Like lift my kite over the sandy beach
And play with my piloting skill—
Oops! Slackened kite string snaps; . . . more
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