Tag: writing
group name: painsandgains
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February 17, 2008 01:52 PM EST --
I admire Abraham Lincoln. I am no scholar but just the fact that he was self educated made me think he was indeed an incredible man. I found a quote by this man today and I also admire just . . . more
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November 01, 2007 04:09 AM EDT --
So my first day and NaNoWriMo showed me just how "fixed" my computer is. I got somewhere over 100 words. They were crappy words admittedly, but the start of a novel often is strained (That's . . . more
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May 19, 2007 07:56 AM EDT --
I stand amidst the hens and the ducks, in the dirt yard, transfixed by the leafy cherry tree. It’s August and its fruit are big, deep red and about the most desirable thing I have seen. The mid-morning . . . more
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January 26, 2007 06:32 PM EST --
My husband, Chris, and I met on Christmas Eve of 1992. Do you believe in love at first sight? We were married on March 20, 1993 only three months after we met. Our wedding day started normal, but normal . . . more
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December 31, 2007 06:33 PM EST --
"An optimist stays up until midnight to see the New Year in. A pessimist stays up to make sure the year leaves." -- Bill Vaughn
"For last year's words belong to last year's . . . more
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May 22, 2007 12:04 PM EDT --
rainbows from my window sill
lighting up
the setting
evening glow
on my kitchen floor, near the mashed pop
corn kernel,
the mango juice drip, so sweet yet
discarded
and dry in spattered blood drop.
windlessly . . . more
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March 14, 2007 06:47 PM EDT --
there is
static
on all channels
the roof workers gone home
sally rides by in her car
blasting Groovasaurus
singing loud
the music warps away, . . . more
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March 20, 2007 01:44 AM EDT --
the birds sing a joyous tune
for what are they so glad?
it seems only fair
that they at least be aware
and not be so happy when i'm sad.
for all there is a purpose;
with that, most will agree.
perhaps . . . more
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March 29, 2007 03:46 PM EDT --
little Big sis
is the
of atten(center)tion
again,
today
groggy and spiting
complaints, the nurses
leaving her,
unattended,
though irreparable
and flaccid,
little Big sis slurs in demolished
ether.
the . . . more
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May 15, 2007 12:42 PM EDT --
glow
slow sipping the
sea
wander the flickering
leaves through sun
beam shades
the picnic shore smile
in kodachrome tints of afternoons
as a child
big eyed the cicadas sing
grasshopper . . . more
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December 26, 2006 01:55 PM EST --
When I think of the magic of the moment
I can think only of my love for you.
When I think of the magic of the moment
Every moment spent with you is new.
When I think of the magic of the moment
I close . . . more
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February 19, 2007 10:25 PM EST --
This is the second installment of “100 Things About Moi” If you are somehow interested, the first installment can be found at:
www.gather.com/viewArticle.jsp?articleId=281474976902568 . . . more
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December 22, 2007 11:38 AM EST --
I thought I would be friends with my close teenage gang forever. How silly, how juvenile. What I really delight in these days is seeing someone from the past who I didn't . . . more
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November 28, 2006 06:53 AM EST --
Yesterday she had a dream about him. He was seen injured and lain unconscious on the stone bench of a park that was seemed familiar to her. He was her classmate in high school. He was always kind . . . more
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January 19, 2007 01:27 PM EST --
There are people going missing everyday,but you read about that all the time.No biggy,sad but no biggy.What happens when it is your best friend?This can make you feel like they have passed on and are never . . . more
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May 15, 2007 12:44 PM EDT --
it's
coming down now,
hail white pellets failing
down the awning flow,
both drips and stones
bouncing
. . . more
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November 23, 2006 06:02 PM EST --
You guys got me inspired to write a poem but I am sorry that it didn't turn out like most.
I am From
Carol Roach
The cozy comfort of a warm inviting womb
Taking my first . . . more
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January 08, 2007 03:09 PM EST --
Carl is 72.
He smiles with a knowing grin, like he has heard and seen everything, from toothless whores walking the dirt alleys of war, to beachfront castle type sunsets, all busting and blasting with . . . more
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January 08, 2007 03:19 PM EST --
dishes
done dark and humid thick,
the rolling rumble grey
flashes outside, drops
hanging from the fire escape railing. . . . more
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March 12, 2007 03:15 PM EDT --
Wrap me in the familiar
Speak to me in the past tense
Don’t stoke the dying embers
Let me shiver in the bitter chill
No need to cushion the walls
Lock me in dogmatic confinement . . . more
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