Tag: poetry
group name: writingwombats
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January 27, 2008 06:02 AM EST --
Trapped behind the anger
Trapped behind the scent
Trapped behind the paper
A rose is left unsent
With everything forgotten
With nothing looming soon
The rhapsody . . . more
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October 30, 2007 02:52 PM EDT --
I have complaints,
with my heart
you wish
which is apart?
A pain echoes nearby
a thought that beats
a set of floating desires
always ruling me
You are innocent, I know
I am alone, you . . . more
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August 24, 2007 02:41 PM EDT --
PLEASE FREE ANN B. NOW
LINGERING OBSCURITY
VEILED AND GAGGED ALONE
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November 26, 2007 12:53 AM EST --
It's dawn in Dallas
I turn down Houston and Elm
No sound - it's morning
No crowds - no shouts - no sirens
Not yet - all is still
Rising flame skyward
I stamp out . . . more
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January 15, 2008 08:41 PM EST --
This is a poem I wrote after the death of a loved one. I saw/sensed his image on the other side of a window and these words came to me:
I see you through a window in . . . more
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November 07, 2007 05:02 PM EST --
Beagle sleeps nearby
Husband slumbers beside me
Surround-sound snoring
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August 23, 2007 10:13 PM EDT --
When I'm writing prose, I sit someplace comfy and write on my laptop. When things start to happen in the story I'm writing, I'll forget about the things I should be doing and cause pandemonium . . . more
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February 09, 2008 11:55 PM EST --
Cupid armed with bow and arrows
Smiles impishly in February sessions
Pierces hearts for tomorrows
He aims desires and obsessions
Smiles impishly in February . . . more
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August 27, 2007 10:24 PM EDT --
Pas de Deux (Journey’s End)
I am an open wound
That is closing
Having bled my last blood.
Emptied of pain, of words,
I have no blood to let.
You stand outside
In the cold
Of the hinterland
Where . . . more
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June 01, 2008 03:39 PM EDT --
Here is a listing of contests that I am compiling regarding various art forms. I am not making a career out of this but as I come across contests I will update it for the year. Deadlines fall within this . . . more
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October 13, 2007 03:25 AM EDT --
The Vampiress’ Groom
©R C Burnham
I stand on the edge of darkness
Waiting to hear the bell
My bride lies within sleeping
Inside a humid hell
She knows I’ve come
Still . . . more
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May 26, 2008 10:00 AM EDT --
I used to do it when I was young,
Though I don't do it any more.
I did it in my room all alone
At night after I locked my door.
I could have done it in the day,
But I . . . more
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August 27, 2008 03:39 AM EDT --
WHY JESUS WEPT
©Robert Burnham
Daddy, why does Jesus weep?
He weeps for the addict living on the road
Her broken mind, her tortured soul
He weeps for the little . . . more
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November 04, 2007 10:19 PM EST --
The bell rings, a resounding clang of doom
Fire wraiths dance along in the dusky gloom
Smoke rises above the building’s new glow
Brisque attention all gawking faces show . . . more
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August 28, 2007 08:12 PM EDT --
I wrote these Haiku for an online Haiku club of which I was a member. We were each sent (or asked to submit) two words each week, which had to be used in some form in the haiku.
Enjoy!
Fang . . . more
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August 31, 2007 11:21 AM EDT --
Dewdrops light a spiderweb.
The lone gymnast
bungee jumping for its prey.
Sharp wind licking paint
from the old barn.
A child steals frosting.
Old dog dreaming
legs in full gallop . . . more
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January 04, 2008 09:38 PM EST --
Sacred Cycle
Searching the dry bed
Oaths and offerings ignored
Turquoise blue treasured
Firelight casts dancing trance
Beat the earth with dripping sweat
Sweep the . . . more
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October 13, 2007 01:27 AM EDT --
Ronald, I Miss You
(changing alliances)
©Robert C Burnham
I have had enough of lies and of bombs
I have had enough of a congress that can’t get along
I’ve had enough . . . more
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August 22, 2007 03:56 PM EDT --
If you are a writer--of fiction, non-fiction, poetry, essay, novels, short stories, jingles--then The Writers is a group for you.
Come put your work on display. This is the place to let . . . more
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July 13, 2007 11:37 PM EDT --
At this moment, I yearn to be close. Closer than a touch. I want to be inside you.
You can be in me, part of me. You can touch me inside and leave a measure of yourself. . . . more
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