Tag: life
member name: David D. Gilbaugh
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November 05, 2006 09:48 PM EST --
Miscalculating the depth of the first step, she sensed the impending fall as she tumbled downward to the brick walkway; they were three seconds and three cement steps that would scar her for life. . . .
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June 10, 2006 10:34 PM EDT --
Squirm from rooted soil
Boring oaks' life for life
For chick of mornings' dove
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September 11, 2006 11:48 PM EDT --
COYOTE'S CALL
Swift across the hillside heights,
snaking pungent chaparral,
above the stars of city lights,
as crescent moon begins to fall,
the coyote's choir hunts the night
for scent's . . .
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June 21, 2007 01:03 AM EDT --
I am a wad*
in an empty box
not unmanageably large
nor damned sized small,
but just a regular size
of wad
This box I'm in
has very dry brown walls, I think,
and smells of corrugated . . .
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August 02, 2006 04:58 PM EDT --
WHAT CAN SAND DO?
Sand Can -
Make a beach,
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October 18, 2006 11:22 PM EDT --
Introduction
When I first read John F. Walter's poem ouroboros' bite on Gather, I was deeply moved by his amazing depth and the struggle I saw played out in his poem. Knowing he was ill, . . .
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July 30, 2006 12:01 AM EDT --
No Pie Tonight
My Mommy told me to be nice,
My Daddy told me twice,
My Sister told me nighty-nigh,
and my brother ate my pie.
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May 16, 2007 12:58 AM EDT --
Grampa and Me
1958 Fort Morgan, Colorado
Dedicated to my grandfather, . . .
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May 28, 2008 04:30 AM EDT --
Involuntary solitude
blankets me like wet wool,
and stalks me in the canyons of my vacant chest.
I am prey to the howling wolf of loneliness,
as if there were some sustenance . . .
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June 26, 2006 02:33 AM EDT --
Spring showers thirsting
Musing for the muse divine
Thunder fore the storm
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August 03, 2006 10:17 PM EDT --
When I was six
and my brother was seven,
he made me cry today.
"You pansy," he said.
"You're the pansy," I replied,
with my fist full of leaves
down the back . . .
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July 15, 2006 02:41 AM EDT --
The Wikawilly Oak is a make believe family tree, a cross between an Oak and Willow trees.
INTROSPECTION
WIKAWILLY OAK HAIKU
Wikawilly Oak
Bark branches, rings roots, sap soul
Wikawilly Oak . . .
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September 22, 2006 02:02 AM EDT --
THISTLES - and the like
Poking through my socks,
they gang up on my ankles,
like mobsters with ice picks,
lusting for cotton and flesh
Thumbs and fingers
bleeding,
Picking angry . . .
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June 14, 2006 02:07 PM EDT --
Mind journey to the edge,
a precipice of dialogue,
where cosmics' pallet goes un-pressed,
symbols dissolve,
in the shadows of stars uncast.
Illusions release from boned compress,
dream . . .
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June 23, 2006 01:35 AM EDT --
Megan named her Maggie
and calls her Maggie May.
Mommy calls her Dog Pog
and tells her sit and stay.
Daddy calls her Maggie No!
and Maggie runs away.
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March 13, 2007 05:21 PM EDT --
I had my periodic three-month dental cleaning this morning. It was a different hygienist this time; she was attractive and I enjoyed her eye contact; very intimate!
She gave me intermittent . . .
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February 05, 2008 06:10 PM EST --
(THE SOUL OF KINGDOM HOSPITAL is an interpretive work of the television series by Steven King, KINDOM HOSPITAL)
This is the Kingdom's gate,
a soul with trembling white-stained walls, . . .
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June 16, 2006 02:45 PM EDT --
Swishing nearing
Leaning to me
Nearing
Di-elating pupil-sating
Pher-harmonicating
Penetration sense-iating
Sleeves brushing
touching
instigating
Echo's down
my spine
sublime
She passes . . .
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July 12, 2006 12:10 AM EDT --
Fifteen minutes is the time it takes to change a tire, unless you can't find the jack handle, then it takes a short skirt and pouty lips, unless you have a five o'clock shadow, then you better . . .
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July 19, 2006 02:58 AM EDT --
Dedicated to my teacher and friend John T. Walter, his echo in my voice, inspired by his poem ouroboros' bite.
Just One: This Gift of Grace
I am keeper of
the ouroboro we, . . .
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