Tag: nature
group name: hearttugs
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November 02, 2007 03:55 AM EDT --
wind lifts, skies darken , leaves to yellow,
white sand memories of kicking the foam,
tides rush in, crashing sandcastles
we built when you were small;
we made mountains, rivers,
moats and . . . more
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November 20, 2006 02:31 PM EST --
HUMAN NATURE
Our lips skinny dip
As my hands freely ski down
Nature's curvy hips
Note:
I know I call this a haiku, and yes, I'm stretching the definition of nature a bit. Let's just . . . more
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November 17, 2006 08:10 PM EST --
November winds caress the birch,
Their swarming, siren, creases each bough.
December's wind, if it be wild,
Will stir and slap each branch with snow.
. . . more
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March 20, 2008 02:52 AM EDT --
To steal from a cliche; life is a roller-coaster. Peaks and valleys. Crests and basins. The coaster can go fast, a steady onslaught of ups and downs, highs and lows. Or the coaster . . . more
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August 31, 2007 01:55 AM EDT --
A couple of facts to begin this very real, very true story. I am a dog person. I grew up listening to the sounds of the seventies to which my favorite band, Fleetwood Mac, belonged. . . . more
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January 02, 2008 10:19 PM EST --
<address> (subtitled: what Susan would do...) </address><address>
I Believe You Would
©Robert C Burnham
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If you had . . . more
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November 24, 2007 01:21 PM EST --
A place you've been to and enjoyed the site of something totally awesome and you didn't want to leave is where?
more
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November 24, 2007 01:57 PM EST --
Is there a place you've been to and enjoyed the site of something totally awesome and you didn't want to leave? For me, it was Maui. We were laying on the beach at dusk watching the . . . more
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November 09, 2006 01:53 PM EST --
This is a story about my seven year old grandson when he discovered the silver lining as related to me by my daughter.
She was driving home from a long day of work after picking him up at my house where . . . more
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November 18, 2006 01:20 PM EST --
cloud wisps
wedged between
fingers of sunlight,
rays
upon a lonesome maple,
golden leaves,
hangers on
for dear life;
this day,
a hush
between
Indian summer,
and impending death
of summer,
when wisps . . . more
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June 26, 2007 04:19 PM EDT --
William Dotani read my earlier post of this poem, and made a suggestion that I switch the second and third lines of each stanza. I'm anxious to hear what you think about the change. I'm so new . . . more
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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 . . . more
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March 10, 2007 11:21 AM EST --
The arch of a glorious rainbow,
Illuminated bow of colours in the sky,
Seen through liquid prisms,
Water drops painted with light!
Stretched across the horizon,
Splash of contoured hues,
Secluded doorway . . . more
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January 28, 2007 01:57 AM EST --
Sometimes I think that I should become dark and brooding so as to better embrace the persona of an aspiring writer. Unfortunately, I am unable to sidestep all the joy that comes to me from the sheer act . . . more
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June 26, 2007 08:27 AM EDT --
Early morning at sunrise
Fresh day and a clean slate
Begin anew
Unexpected twists and turns
Woven through patchwork days
With coal-black nights
The ups, downs and in-betweens . . . more
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December 12, 2006 06:42 AM EST --
Why do we listen,
when we know the song will end?
Why do we cherish,
when we know that love will abandon us?
Why do we nurture those
that are bound to leave the nest?
Why do we thrive,
only to fade back . . . more
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April 04, 2007 04:51 PM EDT --
(( My wonderful Gather family, I need to be away for two weeks - I'm leaving for India and hope to be back around the 21st April - Happy Easter to everyone. ))
In tiny wisps, it began on the surface, . . . more
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January 09, 2007 10:32 PM EST --
It has been a while since I've put up a photo essay of the horses, and I know they have a small following out there in Gatherland. So, here is one for all their fans.
The fine and mighty Poesia, . . . more
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July 20, 2007 03:26 PM EDT --
Face of the earth graffiti covered,
In advanced autumn,
Oranges, browns, shrivelled greens,
Absorbingly, abundant.
The wind, intricately bowls along,
Much like an athlete,
Tamed pigskins . . . more
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October 09, 2006 12:02 AM EDT --
It was not raining hard but there was a lot of thunder and lightning. I don't remember exactly how old my youngest son was at the time, maybe four or five, but he was terrified.
I walked to . . . more
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