Tag: poetry
group name: dreamscapes
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January 18, 2008 05:59 PM EST --
Indulge
My heart a beat
Quicker than the others,
Your eyes, their widened state of awe,
Your grace appears along the ghostly path,
An ethereal truth of you
Lasting beyond your life--
My soul begs . . . 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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May 02, 2006 10:57 AM EDT --
Butterflies and dragonflies
Songbirds, doves and hummingbirds
Congregate in my urban Eden
Deep purple iris, coral hibiscus
Bright pink caladium, lavender daylilies
Entice my early . . . more
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April 24, 2006 05:21 PM EDT --
Humbly I come before the throne of Life
Where Father God and Mother Nature reign
To lay down my burdens, fears and woe
Seeking renewal in Their loving care
Alone in the quiet, verdant Forest . . . more
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August 04, 2007 08:48 AM EDT --
Here is where lonely begins
hand on brass knob
one last glance back
to an already gone room.
Hands on a steering wheel
out of the driveway
and a pause to shift
all but the eyes. . . . more
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August 04, 2007 09:18 AM EDT --
I am awed by your presence,
By the things that you do--
I am awed by your absence,
Left with the sense of you.
Copyright 2007 Jim Ross
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October 10, 2007 09:26 PM EDT --
If I have to go, damn it, make it
one big Irish wake, with booze
and laughing and lots of food.
Please call the gleeful and ghoulish
who share the delight of the ether,
Are they ready . . . more
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December 18, 2007 04:45 AM EST --
Suffused cumulus
Precipitates the first drop
To flip a crisp leaf
Copyright 2007 Jim Ross
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January 21, 2008 01:30 PM EST --
When late becomes early . . .
When the moon sails by . . .
When stillness prevails . . .
In the nighttime sky
A crash in the underbrush
Sketched lightly by snow
A red fox in downward throes
Pounces . . . more
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January 09, 2007 07:57 AM EST --
Listen to the night while your other senses rest . . .
A Strain (Tanka)
Starlit symphony,
Crystal clear orchestration
Of life after dark--
Wood nymphs breathe . . . more
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March 01, 2006 11:54 PM EST --
I don't know who wrote this, I don't care. Pretend it's a terminally ill little girl.
SLOW DANCE
Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the . . . more
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November 16, 2006 01:38 AM EST --
Midnight Awareness
Nothing pierced my sleep
Yet my eyes glide open
To greet your sweet smile
Copyright 2006 Jim Ross
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July 21, 2007 05:03 PM EDT --
I missed your face today, and
this whole thing seems wrong.
We need to talk, you know
that sudden turn of events.
The leaves are turning and
you aren't here, and I’ve changed.
The . . . more
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September 20, 2007 09:37 AM EDT --
Distant thunder rolls,
Shadows roam along the rocks—
Raindrops splatter one
Copyright 2007 Jim Ross
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December 31, 2006 12:49 AM EST --
Bouncing along with desert wind buffeting you, it's hard to know by the heat shimmers whether the road will veer from a mountain's path. Considering the road length and the splash of gas left in . . . more
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November 30, 2006 03:25 PM EST --
Yearning
Whither wand'rest I
Save by the heaving sea
I dream of salt
And roaring surf
And there I long to be
Copyright 2006 Jim Ross
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November 19, 2006 10:36 AM EST --
First Light
Peachy smears sky nature's stage
Behind brittle autumn crisps
Of naked, nervous shapes—
Gilded, glittered cameos framed
By liquid sheets of transformed beach
For virgin eyes . . . more
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December 26, 2006 05:57 AM EST --
Beside the Beach Chalet
A sheet of deep black
Ripped by fierce winds to display
Fiery storm clouds
Dance in throes and slowly die
As night claims the fitful day
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March 28, 2007 07:30 AM EDT --
My heart is full,
My head is stuffed.
I am glutted
By all things good;
You dazzle my eyes,
Squeeze my hands,
Scent my dreams,
Honey my tongue,
Lilt in my ears;
You course my soul
That I cannot . . . more
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January 25, 2007 02:21 PM EST --
I have made gold. I rarely mention this because I don't expect anyone to believe it, but it's true. I made gold as a sort of initiation ritual when I was a graduate student working in nuclear chemistry. . . . more
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