Tag: love
member name: Faith H.
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September 09, 2006 07:23 PM EDT --
The wisteria is a deep purple
jolting a memory
of a deep purple deception
the lover who did not love
the deep purple flowers
given to exact . . .
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February 06, 2007 05:02 PM EST --
"I know nobody likes me, why do they have to have a holiday to emphasize it?" . . .
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August 19, 2007 04:42 PM EDT --
Haven't done anything stupid for love lately.
Lost that touch or dropped the facade.
No more tangled breath or startled heart.
Gone to their futures without me,
Lovers . . .
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October 25, 2006 10:35 PM EDT --
The conversation resumes,
on a different plane, how are you?
the wife?
the kids?
Me, oh, fine, thanks.
the . . .
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September 06, 2007 09:02 PM EDT --
For my son, Joey, on his birthday, with love and gratitude.
How could we know
what we would find
on that journey to love?
Unsure, unsteady,
entrusted with this son . . .
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May 07, 2007 09:54 PM EDT --
My mother, Ruth Harriet Rita Gress was born in Buffalo, New York, in 1913, and she was a spoiled brat. Not that she made a big deal . . .
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June 12, 2007 09:09 PM EDT --
I've written about my mother, Ruth here, and it is only fair to give space to the sweetest man in the world, my father, Dan. He was born in 1916 in . . .
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September 22, 2006 08:02 PM EDT --
It's never easy, this other woman thing. I've been on both sides now. My marriage of twenty years ended because of the other woman. That was a blow to the solar plexius that took . . .
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May 30, 2007 10:02 PM EDT --
It's that old black magic
in a blue moon.
What voodoo can do
to make her blue.
Once (as they say)
in that blue moon
ain't moon enough
to move the mood.
That . . .
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June 09, 2007 07:45 PM EDT --
It wasn't my fault, I should have been there. I was that kind of girl. What happened? My father, bless his heart, had been laid off in 1965 . . .
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January 04, 2008 09:15 PM EST --
Did we not squander all that love
on each other, over and over.
Years of overindulgence in it
bodies pressed too close to stop.
Then suddenly it did not matter . . .
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October 10, 2008 09:30 PM EDT --
You could get it back, that gold chain
where did it go, where was it stashed?
It dropped into a void somewhere out west
and it should have surfaced where it was.
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April 08, 2006 06:23 PM EDT --
I saw B in the supermarket this morning. I'm pretty sure he recognized me as I walked in the door. I must say I was looking pretty good, the tight jeans and a light pink peasant blouse with the lace . . .
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April 11, 2006 10:23 AM EDT --
Barbie answered his ad, seems it was a match made in heaven. She loved Harley Dude. They rode off into the sunset, but that last curve did her in. The writing on the back of his shirt said it all: . . .
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May 10, 2008 08:31 PM EDT --
I am watching the odometer
running the miles away from
the last embrace of you.
It clicks another fifty and
then it turns over another
thousand minus you.
And sure memory travels . . .
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