Tag: love
group name: myxmasbreakdown
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December 21, 2009 08:04 PM EST --
The penumbra of a Monday
The shadows’ montage on the Monday path;
the shadows of cars, trees, people, rooftops;
everything is on the move; even trees
move from . . .
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December 06, 2009 08:37 PM EST --
Counter development
Talks with an older relative pass
through a still water. Time descends; soft,
white, flakish. Soon the water will freeze.
Something small . . .
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December 13, 2009 07:59 PM EST --
Reality of a vacation
It falls, dignifiedly sloth, deliberate;
it falls while we listen to the stream, the tune.
The harmony embraces us; the rich hues
of the . . .
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December 07, 2009 07:59 PM EST --
Abused
The tiny feet of a squirrel on a tin roof;
nothingness is a corrugated top.
You look up from there, a frightened life;
a squirrel, not playful; in search . . .
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December 03, 2009 09:55 AM EST --
Value of those pretenses
Pretend you believe; the pretense
is worth the same; their values alike.
Pretend you are watching the mountain,
sun melting . . .
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September 10, 2009 07:19 AM EDT --
Elegy
Evening comes with homing birds.
The flying wings are slowing down.
Memories want to fill the gaps
at this moment; hunt for pieces
scattered in a room we visit . . .
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December 22, 2008 11:51 PM EST --
O Come All Ye, Listen
©Robert C Burnham
O come all ye listen
To these words I have to say
Of the man from Bethlehem
We still profess to love . . .
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March 11, 2009 10:30 PM EDT --
The five minutes in a killed lift
The soft buzz is killed all of a sudden.
The world flickers, blinks as the lights die and born.
You can listen to millions of words
the . . .
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May 26, 2009 08:55 AM EDT --
City vortex
( To Surreal Circus )
Sometimes I roam the city like an eddy of dust;
touching the loose streets, wobbly roads and shaky structures.
They seem unstable . . .
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May 05, 2009 01:20 PM EDT --
The wind blew north,
She came forth,
The clock struck nine,
He said, "It's about time."
She planted a tender kiss
And asked, "Will I be missed?"
"Oh darling, come . . .
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December 05, 2009 08:36 PM EST --
Life of a winter
The spots of the sun on a cold stone.
Winter has brought a squadron of lives;
nomadic birds, famished villagers,
tourists who touch the stone; history burns . . .
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June 15, 2009 10:10 PM EDT --
Shelf life of lights
A thoughtful commentary on the shelf-life of sunshine
flares up on the kitchen; here her quick hands have been
getting pickled and spicy, with each turns of time she’s . . .
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June 24, 2009 07:28 AM EDT --
I couldn’t let me die
The edge of the cornice is a call I cannot avoid;
the torrents of sounds, vague and uncommunicating,
are encircling myself; the edge of . . .
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September 14, 2009 08:52 AM EDT --
civilizations of hermits
Electric loneliness, this evening;
a burning forest is coming near.
Smell the ash of an extinct bird which was
discovered . . .
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July 05, 2009 06:18 AM EDT --
D N A
(After I heard of her)
an...............
................................................evolved
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August 01, 2009 07:17 AM EDT --
Music break
The wrinkles on her
coffee colored face
transform into signs
and musical notes.
She thinks of those tunes
sung while harvesting,
sung when . . .
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April 04, 2009 10:43 PM EDT --
A m a il from t h e vac a tion
Mom, here is sun in this country;
more than you can imagine...
more than the amount poured in
your whimsical green patch. . . .
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June 14, 2009 10:16 PM EDT --
New kid
A squadron of squirrel moves here and there.
In this quarantined piece of green he is new;
new to this locality, block, other kids.
He, the shy boy tries to mingle; they . . .
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June 23, 2009 07:45 AM EDT --
Abortion at seventeen
The shades of black within you surface
before you lose consciousness on the
sanitized bed of the hospital.
No friendly face is waiting outside. . . .
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September 09, 2009 06:42 AM EDT --
kids of the night beach
Someone has once said something about
lost footprints sea has taken. Is it not true
sea returns everything? My friend implores
that we search for them. Searching . . .
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