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Poem: An Eighteen-Year-Old's Thanksgiving
Poem 4 in my "reposting from my poetry blog" series.
An Eighteen Year Old's Thanksgiving
11.27.2008
Those who celebrated Thanksgiving first
Were immigrants like us, newcomers here,
Grateful for the surcease from hunger, thirst,
From cold and death and danger, and from fear.
Now we bake turkey, cornbread, pumpkin pie,
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Poem: It Was Six in the Morning
Poem 3 in the "my reposting from my poetry blog" series.
It Was Six In The Morning
It was six in the morning and all was silent--
Night had just ended and summer was gone.
It was six in the morning, she hadn’t yet woken,
and I did not feel it was time to move on.
It was half after six and the morning still glistened.
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Poem: My Little Rhythm
Poem two in the cross-posting from my poetry blog series.
My Little Rhythm
Somewhere deep inside me is a tick-tock clock
I can hear it ticking if I'm really quiet,
counting off the seconds of my long, short life,
keeping time for my moments -- it's my little rhythm
Somewhere deep inside me is a gong-gong clock
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Poem: Banal Things
So since I haven't done anything with this LJ for years, I'm gonna start cross-posting my poems from my poetry blog. Here is the first:
Banal Things
I like to write
about the most banal things.
My friend has a bottle
of Glade in her bathroom:
Lavender Meadow scent.
And every time I go, I like to
follow the instructions on the label:
shake well before using
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Ice and Desire
Times like these, I catch love napping ( Read more... ) -
This Journal is my Meme Box
The formatting is all screwed up so I'm ( lj-cutting ) -
Heeheehee.
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=protectors+of+the+plot+continuum <-- that makes me happy.
More Edits to be included later.
