Tag: writing
member name: David L.
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February 12, 2007 03:16 AM EST --
The door slammed open; a door-stop bent and still vibrating, open. "It's gone, it's gone!" screamed Trevor with dilated eyes, outstretched, shaking hands and anxious . . . more
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April 20, 2006 03:01 AM EDT --
It's clear here
underneath star-lit skies
No moon, no you
Just myself, alone
Funny isn't it
what happens between us
in the space only lovers know . . . more
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February 06, 2006 11:25 AM EST --
Mirrored Memories called to mind
Brood over for a lifetime
Conjured up like rancid milk
Repugnent to the soul
Momento mori, oh so sorry - Scars that never heal
Replete affections . . . more
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April 17, 2006 02:24 AM EDT --
Is she drunken gibberish tonight?
Did she smile, let down her hair?
Was she happily in disarray?
Did she enjoy uncluttered thoughts?
Is she back safe - all in one piece?
Is she . . . more
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May 02, 2006 06:31 AM EDT --
8, the letters it takes
3, the words they make
1, the meaning – all that's needed
831 – A phrase completed
8, from January to August
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February 15, 2006 06:38 PM EST --
Note: Thanks to my new friend Bonnie Ladick for the much needed assistance and help in "shaping" this article/story. You can view Bonnie's work at:
azbonjoy.gather.com . . . more
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April 18, 2006 12:04 AM EDT --
San Francisco is one of the world's most visited cities. It is filled with culture, scenic beauty, an almost European feel in its allure and landscape, and offers visitors and locals alike a . . . more
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February 02, 2006 02:56 AM EST --
I cried tonight over lost potential. Not that mine was so great. But much of what was there was lost in the tangle of years that is my life. I remember long ago, someone saying that . . . more
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August 04, 2008 09:42 AM EDT --
Note: Dedicated to all the sons and daughters that have been forever touched by alcoholism, with special note to my mother and father that were children once too. Also, . . . more
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April 06, 2006 12:50 AM EDT --
I will come to you tomorrow
guaranteed delivery
You will hold me briefly
knowing the rest of me was just there
then free my seal
finger the opening
reach in and remove what's . . . more
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April 28, 2006 06:58 PM EDT --
"Winter Storm Warning"
late season complication
nature's toll - I paid
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March 25, 2006 04:48 PM EST --
He takes her there
amidst the trees
and ocean breeze
to find her soul missing
but even still
it harbors hope
for him - not her
Sadness lingers
where passion should
a fiery glow
off . . . more
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January 29, 2006 12:23 AM EST --
Ever since I first saw the name of this Site I have wanted to do this, so here goes.
Put to the music of:
"The Wanderer" by Deon and the Belmonts
Maestro, please....
The Gatherer . . . more
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March 15, 2006 03:01 AM EST --
Two entwined as one
Love's embrace - brought nature's rain
Coated swollen walls
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February 08, 2006 04:21 AM EST --
I met her at square dancing. Every Friday evening all summer long, my mother, father, older sister and I, were at Columbus Jr. High's gymnasium. We were short our dancing certificate, but . . . more
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February 22, 2006 07:49 PM EST --
Note: My oldest son, Jeremy was the inspiration for this story. It's his "round head" that bounces just above the bed at the end. The story was originally written in much shorter . . . more
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August 29, 2006 01:51 AM EDT --
Two lucid words urge
Two lonely souls near
Too much to ignore
Too little to fear
See below and peruse me
See below to gauge your need
See below to bring you close . . . more
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November 03, 2006 02:47 AM EST --
Of what place have you come to me
Under or around which I had yet to provoke
Thwarted as I rummaged there - unsated reverie
Sought relief of chagrin's . . . more
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November 22, 2006 10:21 PM EST --
Moments of Brilliance - A tribute
"To my son Brandon on the eve of Thanksgiving. Brandon - who through scattered moments of brilliance sees, as I . . . more
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December 11, 2006 05:08 PM EST --
In appreciation to: Walt Whitman and the education he gave us while laying on leaves of grass:
"I believe in you my soul...the other I am must not abase itself to you, . . . more
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