Tag: poetry
member name: Clyde Grauke
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November 09, 2007 01:14 PM EST --
Winter approaches.
The caged bird sits, still on his perch...
missed migrations.
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October 29, 2007 01:53 PM EDT --
The pond watches as
ice wraps brittle branches...
Spring abides in its chrysalis
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October 09, 2007 08:35 PM EDT --
The time of Lunathos
is the full of the moon,
as she watches through the veil
of nomadic, midnight clouds
the faerie dances of leaves
in deserted pathways,
and . . .
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October 30, 2007 09:34 PM EDT --
Most things around me were hand-made when I was growing up, including the gate to my backyard. The gate was painted white just like our wooden clapboard house, which my father had also built. . . .
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October 04, 2007 11:12 PM EDT --
Our backyard is a place of solace, or at least I have heard that said by a few who have looked out our kitchen window. More than a few others have said it is pretty…all of which rather amuses me . . .
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October 27, 2007 11:08 AM EDT --
I found a sheet of paper in my "poetry scraps" folder. It was written in 1984. I am entering it below (by the way, I am no longer a Psychologist). I am also bringing . . .
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October 14, 2009 03:25 PM EDT --
Hoi Polloi III has been released. This is a very good book that is well worth the purchase price, all proceeds of which go to charity. In the case of this edition, the proceeds go to the North Shore Medical . . .
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October 09, 2007 08:01 PM EDT --
Before the dawn
mysterious clouds racing
a full moon.
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October 27, 2007 10:20 PM EDT --
I close my novel, as the train reaches my destination,
...so many interesting, virtual, people...
As I walk my way to my car in the real world,
I wind my way through the shadows of strangers. . . .
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October 09, 2007 07:57 PM EDT --
The sundial waits
in the middle of the night
for a shadow.
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October 27, 2007 11:25 AM EDT --
Rows of rattlesnake heads
wait for tourists
in an airline terminal.
The Spirit of the snakes
recoils deeper into the winter rocks,
appalled by mamallian insensitivities.
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October 09, 2007 08:15 PM EDT --
The smell of winter wood,
past lives,
theirs and mine.
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October 27, 2007 11:28 AM EDT --
Early morning sunlight
across the cemetery...
shadows marking time.
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October 09, 2007 08:09 PM EDT --
The Standing People
wrap the quietness
of winter fog
about their bare branches.
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October 09, 2007 08:27 PM EDT --
October morning
and the fields are still
sleeping-in,
snuggled beneath their
misty comfort.
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October 09, 2007 08:11 PM EDT --
One morning
in the night of the year...
auburn willows.
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October 09, 2007 08:19 PM EDT --
Silent snow and shadows
Christmas time
and coming home.
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October 09, 2007 08:30 PM EDT --
The crow stands still
on a limb in the fog
wrapped content
in his grey.
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October 27, 2007 11:13 AM EDT --
A cold winter wind
and the flapping trouser's leg
of an amputee.
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October 09, 2007 08:17 PM EDT --
Night breeze,
crackling sigh of limbs...
ice growing.
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