Tag: people
member name: David D. Gilbaugh
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September 26, 2006 02:04 AM EDT --
My "who" Is Sparsely Whispered
Give me meaning, speak your "who",
No loud meaningless facts that cloak,
Your "who,” is my request - your "who.”
There . . .
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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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March 03, 2007 11:32 AM EST --
Hello my Gather friends,
I am sometimes drawn in by my needs and share too much, or ask too much from my friends here at Gather. It always makes me feel a little sick, a little weathered, . . .
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June 20, 2006 01:18 PM EDT --
Disquiet in my breast release,
your touch me don't deny.
Love me, touch me, tender please,
hold this rainy night.
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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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July 24, 2006 12:42 AM EDT --
This is a poem about a character in a horor story I am writing called the Salvage Watchman. The main character is a farm kid who went to the local market and was kidnapped by THE MULTITASKER and . . .
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February 12, 2007 04:33 AM EST --
A message in verse from the Raven on war, family, and children.
Photograph: Raven of Salt Swept Skies, DDG, Los Angeles 2007
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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 03, 2006 07:45 PM EDT --
GRIT AND BARE, I'LL MEET YOU THERE
Hair thick to thin,
hips thin to thick,
add double chin.
Thoughts bright to dim,
aches dim to bright,
add barely sin.
In this we share, . . .
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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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June 14, 2006 01:30 PM EDT --
Thoughts striving, finding, clenching.
A haunting beastly presence,
that which imagined, or
garden dresses wedd.
A childs' mind,
at start,
at end.
So,
what so,
of the heart?
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June 03, 2006 04:41 AM EDT --
My vision burning bright tonight,
No bitterness see I insight.
I fear the feeling will not last.
My cares and burdens not far past,
but past not fears' designs, they last.
When will . . .
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January 10, 2007 12:31 AM EST --
There is that moment,
when crossing over,
when not knowing,
they work to swallow
a dry lump of nothingness
that - won't - go - down...
What of that fear . . .
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July 16, 2006 06:45 PM EDT --
One minute to find all the dirty laundry, unless you have children, then it takes an allowance, unless you don't give your children allowance, then it takes:
five minutes per child . . .
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June 08, 2006 01:09 AM EDT --
Bob made an unusual attempt to seek me out that day, he needed to tell me he loved me. He told me all the reasons why, and I told him too. He assured me, he would always love me - no matter . . .
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June 23, 2007 02:01 PM EDT --
I am the sole cherry hanging in this tree
the harvesting shaker has come
my companions have been shaken loose
and (having fallen to the gatherer’s net) are gone
Now I am high in the . . .
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July 13, 2006 02:42 AM EDT --
Standing on his tip toes next to her, with her hands sunk in sudsy dishwater,they stood fascinated as they peered out the kitchen windowand into the back yard of his imagination.
"I love . . .
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