Tag: poetry
member name: Mary C Legg
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September 13, 2006 11:04 AM EDT --
Autumn:
sun's cold rays
stolen flowers from other days
as long forgotten kissses
on my face. . . .
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September 04, 2006 05:20 AM EDT --
Summer Requiem
air muggy with mosquitoes
whack-slap-- dead bug
I pinched the first line from the last line here::
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I think it was a nice turn
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August 18, 2006 04:41 PM EDT --
ripples on water
spread arpeggios in streams
hands practice ballet
water ripples streams
cadenzas stream in ripples
ripples stream the air
raindrops . . .
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August 17, 2006 03:22 AM EDT --
roses burst in bloom
flood the air with rich perfume
muted passion burns
drifting promises
colored bubbles on stale air
do you remember?
shrivelled rose petals . . .
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August 17, 2006 12:39 PM EDT --
silken cadenzas
shimmering danselfly dance
chopin fantasy
King Frog of my heart
with clever, nimble fingers
play mozskowski please
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July 26, 2006 08:04 AM EDT --
Be ye fruitful and multiply
as many as gold dandeliions beneath the turquoise summer sky.
And still I hear no baby cry.
Years course me by.
The seed of dandelion upon the earth
parachutes to inseminate . . .
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July 26, 2006 08:34 AM EDT --
I am the other, the second wife
green-eyed, I did not lie,
slither or writhe
into his life:
the exuviating snake,
lying in wait
for some juicy, helpless morsel take
with flickering tongue
and long hissing . . .
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September 13, 2006 10:27 AM EDT --
What justification is there for my life?
being no man's woman and no man's wife?
I have no place to call my home,
not even an office or a telephone.
Who am I to have the right
to sleep . . .
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August 26, 2006 01:30 AM EDT --
clouded yellow
Luna moth whirls against the evening sky,
fluttering shadow of pale moonlight
echo of thought and flicker of breath,
voiceless a spirit that is dancing toward death. . . .
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October 15, 2006 07:29 PM EDT --
15 October 2006 German Photo of the Day
http://www.cocoa.de/news2/2006/10/photos/15/photo_inline_07.htm
Gold autumn descends
Flutters momentarily
Tortoiseshell hovers
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August 14, 2006 03:56 PM EDT --
Scarlatti Sonatas
simply irresistible
finger-teasing trills
completely bewitch
me helpless to your magic
-al fingers weaving
Scarlatti Sonatas
deeply intoxicating
magical love . . .
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May 16, 2007 05:50 PM EDT --
roses and wine
and wine and roses
sweet the scent
that comes with thorns
pleasure and laughter
accompanied with pain
we wish for the days
of innocence again . . .
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June 28, 2006 08:58 AM EDT --
I dreamt your eyes were blue as iris
that compete with Venice skies
so I stole the regal flowers
from the garden of the palace
to place them on your Steinway
in exchange for a Moszkowski polonaise. . . .
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July 14, 2006 02:59 PM EDT --
and man, is this orange ever so poetic
when all the world was young lad
and everything clad in green
then life was mean and bitter lad
just like a hard persimmon
but as I grow old and weary
and . . .
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July 11, 2006 05:13 AM EDT --
Oh I wish I were a bathtub
My bathtub has been dreaming suitcase dreams
to race across oceans in sublime abandonand pack about with it portemanteau words
(and mary ellen was only 83 when she . . .
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July 14, 2006 02:01 PM EDT --
Butterfly Love
For only one day
it flutters on wing
dances on wind,
. . .
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February 14, 2007 04:30 PM EST --
If I were a skeeter
If I were a skeeter,
hanging on the wall
with daddy-long legss
and a needle for a nose—
. . .
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September 06, 2006 07:25 PM EDT --
<font size="3"><span style="">Something old
something new
something blue
just for you
something sweet
and nice to eat
better for morning tea
than afternoon coffee
and . . .
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June 16, 2006 05:52 AM EDT --
dreams and aspirations
are mere illusions
pretty reflections in water
fall in and you drown
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June 16, 2006 08:00 AM EDT --
Before you send her unpaid away,
I beg a favour of Frau Steinway—
It is just a very easy thing,
that is, I should like to hear her sing.
Terribly impressive or grandiose it needn't be, . . .
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