Tag: love
group name: myxmasbreakdown
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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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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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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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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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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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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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July 05, 2009 06:18 AM EDT --
D N A
(After I heard of her)
an...............
................................................evolved
...........................................cell
. . .
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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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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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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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January 21, 2009 09:45 PM EST --
Travel with Streaker
( to Streaker)
Streaker wants me to be led somewhere.
Someplace she wants me to see together.
Streaker’s graceful body whistles, speeds past;
on . . .
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March 08, 2009 10:40 PM EDT --
selfish
In your hearth a slow fire is burning.
She sits there like a starving man
with a hollow face looking at it.
“Storm will soon subside,” you have remarked
and let . . .
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March 17, 2009 08:47 AM EDT --
Fear she feels
Sun enters, a bit of the rays stays on the panes
and dust of hundred years glimmer with shyness.
On the bed the sound of sweat ebbs, bodies stir.
She opens . . .
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December 28, 2008 10:09 PM EST --
The shining blue and white
White enters inside,
the psyche is being blurred,
a tree's chalky smile...
Winter, I am here now,
mist roams midst my . . .
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December 29, 2008 09:52 PM EST --
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The Thoughtful Santa
His fingers ached when he left keyboard at last.
The message he has sent, albeit he does not
really believe- the man ever exists.
The frosted windows . . .
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January 18, 2009 06:13 AM EST --
Wandering stars
After this much road traveled together,
after we have reached here so slowly
let us decide to run away once more,
eloping from the eyes of the present
with . . .
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February 03, 2009 09:24 PM EST --
A Run Through The Fire
Feet hurt while chasing tears on a street of fire.
I know, still the lady is waiting for me there,
at the beach beside the blue of the sky reflecting . . .
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February 04, 2009 09:37 PM EST --
a r t o f hea rt b reaking
A too late goodbye denies gravity,
it flies over the tiny patch of green
and sits on the cornice. The dry petals
of paper flowers are on the roof, . . .
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February 17, 2009 09:32 PM EST --
Heartbreaks have names
There she is, waiting with her eyes down
to the cooling cup of coffee in front.
The covert sun is weak with old age
and falling feebly upon the square. . . .
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