Tag: poetry
member name: Landen Michaels
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May 18, 2008 06:20 PM EDT --
Imagination...
is my favorite illicit drug...
and I'm addicted
to the passion of it,
alway seeking,
searching,
jonesing
for
the next fix
to rattle my soul... . . . more
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December 23, 2007 01:19 PM EST --
There is a song inside my mind
I'm not sure how it goes.
It starts off very slowly
But then the melody grows.
The words are so elusive
each time they're not the same.
It is my very favorite . . . more
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February 17, 2008 06:59 PM EST --
Although many miles lie between us
there exists even less between us
t han if we were but mere inches apart.
For now, I cannot possibly forget you
or even neglect you . . . more
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January 04, 2008 06:01 AM EST --
A note of introduction from Landen Michaels: I dedicate this post to Chi Dang, a good friend that has 'disappeared' from blogging for a long time. Too long. She lost her father in . . . more
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April 13, 2007 12:34 PM EDT --
I thought I’d write you a love poem
for a gift. I really wanted
to make it something large,
ponderous, bulky… something
you could lug around with you
in a sack, saying “Look here, . . . more
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February 08, 2008 08:07 AM EST --
I've frequently and painfully realized,
but seldom given it a deserved voice
there are many more forms of untreated cancers
than the ones they can treat right now.
Some are . . . more
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April 08, 2007 05:02 PM EDT --
As seen at www.postsecrets.coma few months ago.
Thanks for caring
enough.
My walls were both
tall and thick.
There are not many walls left...
crumbled ruins at my feet...
...and nowhere to . . . more
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April 09, 2007 12:09 PM EDT --
If you won’t tell me
about your worries
how can I ease your mind?
If you won’t tell me
how you feel
when can I be more than kind?
If you won’t show me
where to touch you
when will . . . more
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April 12, 2007 11:48 PM EDT --
I could have sought by wit or wile
your bright dreams to dim. And yet
If I swayed you with a smile
My reward would be regret.
So, for once, you shall not hear
of the tears, unbidden, welling;
or the . . . more
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December 10, 2007 12:01 PM EST --
Photo credit: "Outlook Not So Good" by slackjaw10
“One has only to take a small further step to recognize that this transcendence of time and space is a form of psychic . . . more
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January 19, 2007 04:32 AM EST --
Could it be in the travels of my mind
I will ever meet a parallel to my heart?
Could it be that somewhere along the way
I've passed a future never giving it a thought?
My sails have billowed . . . more
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March 28, 2007 01:19 AM EST --
A lonely sentinel
of mortar and stone
a purpose long since served,
stands surrounded
by the rustle of windblown leaves,
forever dead,
across supple blades
of newborn grasses...
both kissed . . . more
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November 17, 2007 06:53 AM EST --
I lifted your photo from the desk
to look into the deep pools of your eyes.
My soul dove out of me and went straight on through.
Now, my heart reaches out for you in every way.
Pulsing . . . more
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March 03, 2008 07:10 PM EST --
Are we not all like an ocean
depthless, mysterious and unknown?
Do we not intentionally crest,
rise and roll the breakers of our soul
across the waiting shores of others?
Are we . . . more
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January 18, 2007 04:21 AM EST --
The sky jumped with erratic
violent surges of electricity,
pushing ozone smells
through thick, humid air
with such blinding force…
A recurrent staccato applause
inside deep thunderous claps . . . more
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January 15, 2007 01:15 PM EST --
A Great Depression eroded hearts,
A hard life exacting hard labor
with little money to show for it
and even less time for fun.
Nights out were so very rare
infrequent escapes became . . . more
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January 20, 2007 07:26 PM EST --
Cast a dark, foreboding likeness of a soul
in shifting curves of bending light
upon which the evening takes its toll
hidden deep within the densest night.
It finds its way through corners of thickened . . . more
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January 12, 2008 05:44 PM EST --
A Great Depression eroded hearts,
A hard life exacting hard labor
with little money to show for it
and even less time for fun.
Nights out were so very rare
infrequent . . . more
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February 04, 2007 02:12 PM EST --
Epiphanies are like
search lights
or lighthouses.
While both
help us find our way,
one we control
and the other we do not.
It could be said
that both
keep us off the rocks, but
the search light . . . more
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December 09, 2007 10:32 PM EST --
The sky jumped with erratic
violent surges of electricity,
pushing ozone smells
through thick, humid air
with such blinding force…
A recurrent staccato applause
inside deep . . . more
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