Tag: free verse
member name: Jim Ross
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May 29, 2008 10:00 AM EDT --
"Crystal clear" repeats in my mind,
Your lenses, crystal clear--
Twin orbs of blue, polished by tears
Of your lovely making
To tease my heart to plead for you
To spend eternity
With . . .
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April 23, 2008 08:13 PM EDT --
Rainbow shades of vibrant hue
Blend in streaming flows of tears
Trees so dear I close sore eyes
To hear rustling, windy cheer
Scents are but a memory
Numbed by pollen wafting by
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May 11, 2008 11:22 PM EDT --
Eyes peer to know
What awaits me
On this brisk day
Pitching in seas
Capped by white spume--
Wickedly flicked
As briny spray
Past a proud bow
Risen and smug,
Into my face
For fine effect. . . .
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September 24, 2006 03:12 AM EDT --
Where'ere the Poet's Limits Lay
Reaching for the twinkling stars
Is a strange and wonderful thing . . .
Reaching for that which defies
A grasp of common sense
Is the herculean effort . . .
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November 13, 2006 12:31 AM EST --
Legacy
My granddaughter ran giggling,
Her mother catching up by bit
As I watched from the park bench,
Winded
Grandma strode behind them
But soon they were all together
Heading for . . .
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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 . . .
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February 03, 2007 12:07 PM EST --
Draw me not
From the cocoon of my life
And make of me an omelet.
Rather,
Let my colors unfold
Glossy and wet,
And when I dry have me fly
Through the ether
Whole,
And flit as nature wills . . . . . .
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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 . . .
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April 14, 2007 10:04 PM EDT --
Arced plate of steel sky
Unblemished by solar blue,
Seals the somber force
Within the ancient spectrum,
Appropos for muscled drudge
Copyright 2007 Jim Ross
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October 21, 2007 06:55 PM EDT --
I can put my collection in a box
When I compose a picture of its time;
I can take the collection out and gaze
At the contrast between then and today—
Or of the kindred times between themselves; . . .
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February 03, 2008 03:30 AM EST --
Hope draws me in
With soft tendrils
Slipping over
Long untouched skin
Small fires to tell
Of your passage
Again, again
Until I breathe
Sweet scents of you,
Perfume mingled
With . . .
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February 13, 2008 11:41 AM EST --
For the little valentines out there, and those a little older whose minds love to come out and play--Happy Valentine's Day!
Flowing ribbons,
Colored valentines,
Friendly thoughts
Of . . .
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May 14, 2008 01:59 AM EDT --
An inviting time
Of gentle breezes
Beside a canal,
Feet dangling over
An ancient stone wall,
Hungry, eager ducks
Rasping their demand
For the bread you drop
Past your sun-warmed knees . . .
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October 31, 2006 01:25 PM EST --
Accompaniment
Finding trills in vacuum
Like reading blank pages
Beautifully bound
Leaves the lark to sing
Endlessly
In places it will never be
With passion silenced
To audiences everywhere-- . . .
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January 31, 2007 12:28 AM EST --
Here in my sweeping conifer bowl,
Rolling with a will for home,
I spy
Wind brushed wisps of gold tinged clouds
Playing with a lined transparent moon, full
Against a pool of deep cyan--
The real ecosystem . . .
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April 15, 2007 10:37 AM EDT --
Of a day yet dawned,
Black as sin,
With promise only in my mind
For yesterday’s rays
To return and
Light my path again . . .
Still black with no hint
Of today’s picture’s lines-- . . .
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October 28, 2007 03:25 PM EDT --
Hot stones catechize my heart
Only to collide and grind
To sand
Rough motes on a stormy day
Allowed past fabric sentries
To live
Sprinkled as cops breaking feuds
Of . . .
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November 09, 2007 04:14 PM EST --
Once more I hop to the lip and stand
On the edge of my world, and stretch--
What’s that? The wind is fierce today!
My feathers flutter--they feel so good--
But I grip the nest for dear fledgling . . .
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January 20, 2009 12:06 AM EST --
Sight for Sore Eyes
Cottage cheese in a sea of blue
Above a reaching field of spears;
Both restlessly seethe as though one,
Encouraged by a spirit breath
Determined to unite . . .
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November 05, 2006 03:36 AM EST --
Not So Ghostly Town
There is nothing ghostly
About the graves
Of people from many lands
Who came for wealth
But only found
Their senseless bodies
Committed to the ground,
Leaving themselves . . .
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