Tag: one
member name: Faith H.
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January 11, 2009 03:54 PM EST --
This was first published in September of 2006 here, and remains one of my favorites. It is also a favorite of several dear friends of mine. In the comment section of the first posting, it seems . . .
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December 20, 2008 08:36 PM EST --
A Sunday morning with the Times
and a milk and honey tea.
Contemplating where you've put me
at the end of my rope.
Working the puzzle that life presents . . .
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April 14, 2009 10:00 PM EDT --
Was that a door closing?
I just heard a click, but you said
You could see the end, even if
I refused to open up on this side.
If I push hard enough, I might
get a foot in and a free pass. . . .
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February 22, 2008 08:18 PM EST --
Just because there was that imploding
and all encompassing bash of love.
Because there was some reason and rash
decisions made after mad love and sweat.
Just . . .
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April 19, 2009 05:27 PM EDT --
I’ve been talking to myself lately
and responding a bit too slowly.
What could be done, had I the answers.
Give it up for the girl, a grand finale.
No more, no less, . . .
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July 06, 2008 09:07 PM EDT --
The Judas horse is a device used to trap wild horses.
Can you predict the moment,
That last scene of despair and
deception.
Follow me, you say, see the gold, . . .
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June 11, 2006 08:49 PM EDT --
Alone
Is a familiar Country,
. . .
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March 07, 2008 09:30 PM EST --
I'm lonely she said
as we stopped in the square
so she could light a cigarette.
I am too, I replied.
Adrift in midstream, . . .
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March 23, 2008 06:52 PM EDT --
There it is, the edge,
What were you thinking
Again the precipice begs.
Come here, see this
Feel this, isn't it good
And just out of reach.
Peer over, . . .
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May 16, 2008 01:56 PM EDT --
It's the face that signals deceit
mirrors whisper your mother's name.
Silver outweighs gold
as if it were more valuable.
Pretend to not want
the imposed . . .
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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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