Tag: life
member name: Jim Ross
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March 03, 2008 09:06 PM EST --
Two times
I see you now
First yearning and growing
Then nourishing the things you touch
With love
Copyright 2008 Jim Ross
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February 15, 2009 05:26 PM EST --
Morning Glory--Quatrain
'Twas never I arose and saw the sight
When awe of it never failed to incite
A scramble to embrace with all my might
All the glories graced by His basking . . .
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October 04, 2007 12:39 PM EDT --
Little girl
At play with pots and cups today;
A cook who puts her plates away—
Joy awhirl!
Little boy
At bat with eyes that strain to catch
The flight of white across the patch—
Swings . . .
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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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February 19, 2009 05:07 PM EST --
Tanka Tickler (Tanka Chain)
Tanka time for you
Rhythm without any rhyme
Five lines to display
Fleeting moments of our love
Enjoyed by your scanning eyes
The memory shines
Of . . .
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April 10, 2009 12:56 PM EDT --
P atient Butterfly (Tanka)
Still as death can be,
Unmoved by earthly tremors
Yet pulsing with life
Within its sliver of scope,
Wings spread, just waiting to fly . . .
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September 30, 2007 10:05 PM EDT --
The coffee percolated
In a blue enameled pot,
In the darkness of the night
Over coals that glowed red hot.
We sat in dancing shadows
Swapping tales about the drive
That lay three . . .
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February 20, 2009 02:40 PM EST --
Of Messages, Rest, and the Future (Cinquain Chain)
The Message
The room
With the blanket
Stretched across a mattress
Beckons my tired eyes to narrow . . .
Come close
. . .
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February 24, 2009 03:10 PM EST --
Rival Menu (Senryu)
Hot pousse-café
Aperitif mute to senses
Enraptured by love
Copyright 2009 Jim Ross
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February 25, 2009 03:53 PM EST --
My Companion
I know you are here
As sure as the golden knife
Pierces the night
And blinds sleepy eyes
You come with light steps
As sweet as a morning heart
Alive to rise
And . . .
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September 05, 2009 04:41 PM EDT --
Morning Breath
A touch of air passes by--
Air as fresh as God can make--
Hastens to be taken in
By a morning reveler--
A recent riser from night’s . . .
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February 20, 2009 03:12 PM EST --
Truth and Hope (Cinquain Chain)
Mother and Son: The Truth
”Oh, Mom!
I see you now
With hard eyes so focused
To watch my every twitching move--
I lied!”
Copyright 2009 . . .
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December 02, 2007 02:38 PM EST --
High heels on marble
Clip as horses on cobbles,
Add dimension here
In a gallery of art
Depicting life with hooved ones
Copyright 2007 Jim Ross
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July 19, 2006 11:02 AM EDT --
How deep is the water here? Our scant plumb line is insufficient to give the answer. Here's hoping wit, patience and a well brimming with humility helps.
Insufficient Tools
What could be harder
Than . . .
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August 18, 2006 11:51 PM EDT --
Inspired by my friend, Liz, who is learning to fly but who already knows its beauty
Pulling Free
High wings shade keen eyes
Masked behind smoky glasses
While arms tug the yoke
And . . .
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February 18, 2007 06:55 AM EST --
The jay swooped down, loudly squawking,
The squirrel raced off, hardly balking--
To the nest was the goal,
The nut dropped in the hole,
The exploit well marked by proud barking.
Copyright 2007 . . .
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June 11, 2007 03:52 PM EDT --
Kelp-dressed ocean swells
Breathe in the salt-pungent cove,
Slow, deliberate
Copyright 2007 Jim Ross
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August 23, 2007 12:37 AM EDT --
A monolith appears today;
An icy, textured shape of hued
Resurrection—endless pics viewed,
Fobbed off as new as I pursue
Romance within my steel-scroll gate.
Frustrated tears begin to flow . . .
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January 17, 2009 01:56 AM EST --
Whispered Sentiments
I am in wonder with every breath--
The fragrances,
With every passage before my eyes--
The images,
The sounds of life’s portrait kissing my ears-- . . .
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July 29, 2006 12:27 AM EDT --
A birthday loomed for an ageing friend and I saw the fear in his eyes. Being a questing soul that perhaps couldn't see what he gave others, I wrote this poem for him, hoping it would help. Rest in . . .
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