Tag: poem
member name: Susan Budig
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December 23, 2009 04:47 AM EST --
Tracy Fishman dithered for only a second before striking a match on a remnant of sandpaper, causing the phosphorous head to explode into brilliant flame giving her heat as well as . . .
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November 02, 2008 03:22 PM EST --
I wear my desire
Like a tattoo on my wrist
Like a washcloth hanging over the kitchen sink tap
Like pea vine tendrils cutting through snow.
I wear my desire in the palm of my hand
Held . . .
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February 25, 2009 10:32 AM EST --
I like to think about you
sitting at home, reading Joel or Corinthians
turning each thin sheet
down for the evening as you climb
into bed
as you climb into the ether
of dreams and desire . . .
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January 26, 2009 03:19 AM EST --
At the Wake
Sally kept fingering Betilda's diamond ring
She was small and no one kept an eye on her
Except Henry and he eyed her with expectation
He was even younger and . . .
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April 28, 2009 05:33 PM EDT --
Since I'm not selling anything, no purchase necessary, I think I'll post this. And sorry about the too-big-picture, I'm not savvy with technology.
Hope you can . . .
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September 13, 2009 02:55 AM EDT --
Sail Away
I’ve had my ear to the rail forty-six days and counting. Three yards up the line, my sister huddles, waiting, same as me.
Hearing something I jerk my head up, study the horizon. . . .
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November 23, 2009 01:52 PM EST --
Act blasé.
Craft deftly.
Earn fabulous gifts however I justifyingly know.
Lasciviously mention names of people.
Quickly read salacious tales.
Utilize voluptous women.
X-tasy: . . .
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December 18, 2009 06:50 PM EST --
We wait, as Christians, for a miracle particularly during this time of Lent. And we wait, as a family, for a miracle for Jaci. I don't know the shape of that event. It might be in a healed body. Or it . . .
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July 08, 2008 01:02 PM EDT --
I forgot to link y'all to this: How To Write a Sestina
Try it, you'll be glad you did.
No one
Can write a poem using two
Hands, a sheet of . . .
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January 16, 2009 12:34 PM EST --
I never saw a moor
Her words confirm with certainty
I never saw the sea
My God waits upon the shore
We build a wordless rapport
Using names of she and he
Interchangeably
We encompass . . .
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January 29, 2009 01:17 AM EST --
My Inner Self
I am an oak tree unless
I am a Giant Kapok Tree standing in Brazil
Sometimes I am called a Silk-Cotton Tree
And that is what I'd like to be
Because when I am silky, . . .
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April 14, 2009 01:40 AM EDT --
April is a month for counting. How many Easter eggs in my basket? How many more weeks of school? How many more minutes of daylight each day? For those in the USA, we . . .
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June 07, 2009 01:08 AM EDT --
A triolet , a French-developed poetic form, repeats one particular line three times, hence its name. Because of the repetition, something that haunts you or dwells in you like an obsession--and . . .
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October 07, 2009 01:47 AM EDT --
Felicity
Felicity was the girl everyone wanted to pick
on because she was slow that way,
you know what I mean.
And one time, when she was playing
right . . .
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November 03, 2009 01:08 PM EST --
Not Counted
I am not on the list of names Mournfully read each September eleventh Won’t someone weep for me?
Hunched in a bundle of rags, that was me Sleeping off the vodka, forgetting . . .
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September 09, 2009 01:14 AM EDT --
"A glass of water, s'il vous plait, sir?" she asked in a voice quite humble. He stared as if she were a Wiccan faerie, then tossed in the air his baseball. "Get the bloody water youse-self, ye bitch," . . .
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October 20, 2009 03:27 PM EDT --
Although I scrubbed with energy, the marks remain On windows free of grime, streakless, opaque How beauteous my life looks, yet all is vain.
Birds twitter, raucous chirping, in disdain Dropping ordure . . .
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July 08, 2009 02:26 AM EDT --
LM commented on my poetry blog saying, " this is what confuses me about poetry. [Your poem] “ Learning ” looked like nothing more than a short story that was broken up into short . . .
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July 01, 2009 03:16 AM EDT --
Femi Kuti performed at the Minnesota Zoo last night. King Sunny Adé opened the show. What struck me is the stage presence that Kuti commanded. He was not timid . . .
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November 03, 2008 01:38 AM EST --
A prose poem tells a story with lyricism and poignancy. It's not just taking a piece of writing and calling it thus. There are rules to this form and you can find them here . . . .
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