Tag: poetry
member name: John Doyle
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September 25, 2006 02:43 PM EDT --
In Japan they are called ring gongs
In China and Tibet they are called singing bowls
Usually hand hammered brass bowls
Enthroned on a round ornate pillow
With a hard wooden striker.
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August 03, 2006 11:46 AM EDT --
( With a nod to Christopher C.)
Like the faint aroma of unseen roses
Like a phrase from an almost remembered love song
Peace floats just ahead of our consciousness
Waiting to be apprehended. . . .
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October 10, 2006 01:23 PM EDT --
Borne on the summer breeze,
The hoary capped dandelion seeds
Fly on their way
Filled with life, they care little
About their destination
Sustained with a knowing
Their purpose will . . .
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July 25, 2006 09:27 AM EDT --
Not all seeds germinate
Not all buds open
Not all conceptions become babies
Not all poems are read
And if they are few understood . . .
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November 21, 2006 11:21 AM EST --
Do I love them?
Do they love me?
And then
In the twinkling of an eye
They are gone
And the questions are moot
November 21, 2006
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May 02, 2006 12:53 PM EDT --
Agape
Reigning supreme at the summit of the glorious mountain of Love,
Agape shrouds herself in mist and mystery.
But like the Theophany of Sinai, She makes herself known
With lightening . . .
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May 07, 2006 04:20 PM EDT --
In the fires of love
Even the path may be lost
How sad that would be
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May 23, 2006 01:31 PM EDT --
(Based on a true story)
What is magical about a cough drop
Dropped upon the floor
Wrapped in waxed paper
And kicked behind a door?
How can this innocent lozenge
So useful . . .
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May 29, 2006 08:02 PM EDT --
For those of you who read "What if We Should Fail" and especially those who were kind to comment on it, you may be interested to know that I wrote it on October 2, 2002
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August 01, 2006 10:17 AM EDT --
Morning's brassy sky
Heat shimmers from the pavement
Commuters swealter
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August 02, 2006 07:15 AM EDT --
The tree locusts sing
Their serenade to morning
The sun brings more heat
Crushing down on all that is
With no real relief in sight
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August 02, 2006 07:42 AM EDT --
In the oppressive heat of the night
He longed for her
To reach out and touch her
To kiss her, to love her
But she was not there
Would she ever be?
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August 17, 2006 04:34 PM EDT --
Hot summer morn
Sailboats gliding magesting down the river
Lovers awakening reachout and touch
Commuters go on their way
(shared authorship)
August 17, 2006
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August 30, 2006 06:14 PM EDT --
Lady Diana, virgin goddess of the hunt
As Artemis to the Greeks, twin sister of Apollo
You stand in a sun lit clearing
In the great Wood which is mother of men and gods.
Vigilant of . . .
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October 01, 2006 03:14 PM EDT --
"We could be like Jane Kenyon and Donald Hall", she said
"Live in the country and write poetry," he said
"And give readings and go to poetry festivals", . . .
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October 02, 2006 02:11 PM EDT --
What could more absurd
Than a marching band from Equator
Performing at a poetry festival
In northern New Jersey ?
Perhaps my going
To a poetry festival alone
September 30, 2006
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October 02, 2006 02:21 PM EDT --
I am here alone
Somehow it was meant to be
But why I wonder?
To miss her over again?
Or find some plan for my life?
September 30, 2006
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October 08, 2006 12:54 PM EDT --
There are days
When the landscape
Of this poet's mind
Resembles a desert
More than green fields
And flowered meadows
Dry hot winds
Seem to suck all joy
And peaceful creativity
Out . . .
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October 09, 2006 11:33 AM EDT --
Isness and Suchness
High in the mountains
In a place seldom visited by people
There is a small lake
On this particular day
The lake was as smooth as glass
There was no wind to disrupt . . .
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October 18, 2006 01:27 PM EDT --
Note; I wrote this four years ago. The question seems more relivant today that in 2002
What if we should fail as a nation?
What if through our arrogance
Other nations come . . .
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