Tag: thirteen blackbirds poetry review
member name: Sheila Deeth
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February 06, 2009 06:54 PM EST --
S ad, s orry, s ighing
S et my lonely s oul to crying
S auntered round the green today
S he wa s n’t there.
I s ank the s ummer plant s
In s andy . . .
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February 18, 2009 04:49 PM EST --
Tuesday’s child is full of grace
She wears the lace white skirt
In church she fiddles fidgets
Whistles words where children
Should be seen not heard
And chocolate on her face . . .
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March 07, 2009 07:51 PM EST --
Four thirds pie
That’s one and a bit;
Will you cut it into five?
And don’t fight
If they’re not all alike.
Four thirds pie are
Stop . . .
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April 01, 2009 06:58 PM EDT --
The colors are gray.
The box, brown cardboard grayed with age.
The tin inside.
She scrapes the layers of dust, a hint of light
Of days gone by.
It rattles.
Dry.
. . .
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January 07, 2009 01:38 PM EST --
I looked to the sky for images
Cloud-painted high
In spring-cleaned splendor
Cried
Because the rain has washed
The wonder all away.
I looked to summer sun for promises . . .
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February 10, 2009 09:42 PM EST --
I was warm until you said “Let’s go
For a walk” in the wind and the rain.
I was warm until you rolled over in bed
And pulled all the covers away.
I was warm until your frozen feet
Sent . . .
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January 16, 2009 01:10 PM EST --
On the flip side
The light side
The night side
The dark side
The hard side
The easy side
Between the sides
Is my side.
The flip side
Is this side
Is that . . .
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February 25, 2009 01:19 PM EST --
Penny for ’em, tuppence ha’pence,
’Ere you let your thoughts run free
Never stopped to count the cost
Never thunk a thought be lost
You gave away a pen’orth and it’s nowt comes back . . .
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April 01, 2009 11:20 PM EDT --
Ends
Are just
Beginnings
Turning
Round.
Friends
Attach
The winnings
Love has
Found.
Ends
Will push
The spinning
Friendships
Round, . . .
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July 16, 2009 05:52 PM EDT --
Red hair in the sunset’s orange glow
And moon’s pale snow is yellow ed
By the haze over the green .
It’s growing dark my love. I’ve seen
The sky turn slow from . . .
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August 14, 2009 12:44 AM EDT --
It’s the shape of a cloud and the color
Is blacker than gray and it’s boiling
With sounds in the distance that may
Be the howl of a dog then the roiling
Black column is evil and . . .
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January 08, 2009 09:19 PM EST --
I’m watching you
And you look so fine
Nothing out of time
Out of tune
The rhyme’s remembering
Too soon.
I’m watching you
And your eyes turn gray
Nothing left to say . . .
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September 23, 2009 03:27 PM EDT --
Red is the light behind my weary eyes
Though sky is blue
Though sun is white
And shining
Red is the light behind my eyes.
Red is the hand that heaves and pulls the stone
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January 20, 2009 09:22 PM EST --
Is this an answer? Try,
No longer arguing the reason why.
Ours but to do, or watch the dreaming die.
Is this an answer? Stand,
And to our neighbor lend a helping hand. . . .
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