Tag: poetry
member name: Carol Voigts
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July 24, 2007 05:57 PM EDT --
Thirteen Ways To Think Of Trees
The little girl’s hand touches the trunk gently
The bark is smooth in places
But her hand stops at the rough patch
She picks at the scaly edges
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August 23, 2006 04:43 PM EDT --
Ella was born July 30, and I've been out in NJ visiting and "bonding" with her. Actually helping my daughter with getting back into the motherhood action. Her other child . . .
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June 22, 2006 12:12 PM EDT --
Love lies next to me
His body old and worn
Yet the small of his back
Is soft and supple still
The fullness of his gray hair
Is ruffled by my hand
His arm swings easily over my breasts
We embrace . . .
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June 27, 2006 05:27 PM EDT --
*Silken thread rectangles whorled in a circle between a tree crotch, traveled across by eight-legged arachnids
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July 09, 2006 08:31 PM EDT --
I/Thou
What is there in a star gazing back at me?
And is there a flower that can smell me too?
Does the road hear my feet shuffling along the side?
Yes, if God is everything.
Does . . .
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July 09, 2006 09:23 PM EDT --
That puppy pooped right on the rug
Well yes, Bo's the cutest of pugs
But I stepped in the mess
Between toes, (I digress)!
I rather prefer cats, though smug
My hamsters were Minnie and . . .
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November 06, 2006 12:30 AM EST --
A ubiquitous container to hold all my possessions
It comes in red, or green but mostly white
I probably get five at every grocery session
Each one holding cans or meat, almost nothing light
In the . . .
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November 12, 2006 12:39 AM EST --
hope and comfort
To a friend who is in the last stages of "Lou Gehrig 's Disease"
Our lives cross and intertwine
Neighbors, family and kindly friends
When as on this road . . .
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October 26, 2006 11:30 PM EDT --
I've written a few limericks lately while on a plane or in waiting room for each of my grandchildren. I thought you might like to see who each limerick is written for. I've got . . .
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December 28, 2008 11:45 AM EST --
The trees undulating in the wind--that is sensuous
The fungus growing under the fence--that is sensuous
The two of them entwine their bodies throughout the night heat
Their thoughts needing . . .
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February 20, 2006 03:25 PM EST --
Things we should and shouldn't call people
Okay list Not okay . . .
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December 28, 2008 11:57 AM EST --
Let’s talk about waves:
Ocean waves lap the shores
Recede and take the pebbles with them
Rip down cliffs
Houses disappear
Insect waves descend across the prairie
Blocking the sun for only . . .
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January 18, 2006 03:45 PM EST --
What's in?
Boots are big
Boy, ya gotta have that . . .
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February 09, 2006 12:59 AM EST --
The girls looked at me.
The look itself asked the question.
I was serving liver. It was delicious!
Everyone knew I served liver on Tuesdays.
Their cousin looked helplessly at them
Cindy grabbed the . . .
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February 13, 2006 04:55 PM EST --
Fuzzy Edges--Two Word Challenge
A self administered sleep drug --safe for little ones
Anything with fuzzy edges is her desire
Blankets with fringe, a sablehair brush
Maybe a mullein leaf torn . . .
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April 01, 2006 11:52 PM EST --
Haikus in Praise of The Wonder of God's Hand Surrounding Me
Burning red, golden
Shimmering canopy o'er
Then falls to the ground
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Waterfall rushing
Dragonflies flitter and land
Cool . . .
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January 09, 2006 04:38 PM EST --
The following is a poem I wrote of my grandmother Lillie, who I refer to also in my story "The Rocking Chair's Story" . She died in 1985, but was a huge influence on all who ever met . . .
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February 02, 2006 09:49 PM EST --
Well, I thought I'd have a go at it too, and mulled it over all day. But I ended up with two little shorts.
Bottled promise or unbottled
What if it is bottled?
What difference . . .
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February 04, 2006 12:30 AM EST --
This pictures were Feb. 3, 2006 (this afternoon) at the Ludington, Mi , beach. I hope you can see the great sign on the left of the seagulls on the posts which reads "no overnight camping". And . . .
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December 28, 2008 11:27 AM EST --
He died in the upstairs bedroom
With the feather tick we couldn’t touch
I got to touch her white lace dress one time
It was kept in the back closet
A Englishman who loved roses
Margaret was . . .
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