Tag: poetry
member name: Pamela H.
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April 20, 2007 07:00 PM EDT --
We planted it the year we bought the house:
Japanese plum with deep red leaves,
Outside the kitchen window
Where the front yard stretched
Before us like years.
For a while, children played under it
In . . .
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April 17, 2007 11:40 PM EDT --
This being school vacation week here in Massachusetts, and me being a teacher, I am -- of course -- correcting papers.
And I have this one stack that are problematic. They are my students' letters . . .
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May 04, 2007 11:02 PM EDT --
The Base Stealer
Having arrived, he thinks about leaving --
Ambition consummated, left behind.
Craving more, adept at self-deceiving.
He strays, in his measured steps conceiving
A plan to leave this . . .
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May 18, 2007 09:37 PM EDT --
Battery
He warmed me up slowly before the game --
Long toss, easy, drawing out my soft throws
Until I was ready to throw harder.
Game time, he called an array of pitches,
Spotting high . . .
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April 28, 2007 11:29 PM EDT --
Ever write a "found poem"? A found poem consists of lines taken from some other work. The poet culls lines and phrases from any number of possible sources -- the newspaper, a magazine, . . .
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February 28, 2007 11:36 PM EST --
I get on kicks listening to music. I can listen to a CD over and over again for a couple of weeks. When I'm in this kind of zone I'll listen to one particular CD until . . .
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March 06, 2007 06:51 PM EST --
You let him break,
standing back to watch
(and I watched, too)
his lean lithe attention to
the white ball.
Then a sharp crack!
And he had the stripes,
You solid.
Cue sticks slid back and forth
Carefully . . .
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April 25, 2007 10:55 PM EDT --
We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage
And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die,
We Poets of the proud old lineage
Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why.
-- James Elroy . . .
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May 08, 2007 08:17 PM EDT --
"Dear John?"
He left to play for another team,
It's true some fans get attached,
And believe reality is their dream;
"He and the team are perfectly matched!"
It's true some . . .
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March 03, 2007 05:55 PM EST --
I'm a journeyman player
I go team to team
Never in one place long
Always wake from the dream
I lead off each season
Thinkin' now I belong
But my hat's barely broke in
'Fore I know I was . . .
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