Tag: relationships
member name: David D. Gilbaugh
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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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August 20, 2006 01:03 AM EDT --
SENSATIONS OF A LIE
Desire wrongly taken,
static rising hair, he
comes.
Quick-think,
hyper-magination inked,
decepti-satiation pounce
cat-like
into . . .
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July 22, 2006 01:07 AM EDT --
Dedicated to Edward Nudelman, a smart fella and a poet. I like him.
This is why come here,
tasting one poem at time,
to learn,
to grow.
I write comments on others works, . . .
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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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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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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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August 19, 2007 03:46 PM EDT --
This is for a brilliant poet and dear friend, Amanda W.
To a better way of life!
Adrift in a blue sea,
or maybe an ocean - with a black coral . . .
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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 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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November 11, 2009 01:23 PM EST --
THE GATHER SEA OF WE or The SEA'S ICONIC MIST, was first posted this on Gather.com in 2007
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THE GATHER SEA OF "WE" or The SEA'S ICONIC MIST
In the Gather . . .
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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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June 16, 2006 02:10 PM EDT --
Turning the handle
Anticipation
Threshold underfoot
Years in a slide show
Over the threshold
Frustrations end,
defeated
Inside
Matted carpet underfoot
Scanning upward
Seated
on the threaded . . .
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October 08, 2006 03:52 AM EDT --
Saturday
by Uncle Robert (39)
Love has a mimic,
it moves toward me,
invading,
pretending to complete
what is already finished,
as if grace were
not enough.
Love's Breath
There is . . .
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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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August 10, 2006 10:42 PM EDT --
Dedicated to my dear friend and mentor to us all John F Walter . Thank you for helping transform my clunker to cruiser.
This piece is intended to serve as an educational piece . . .
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October 13, 2006 03:12 PM EDT --
DIGI-ANONYMITY
Daring is the threat - "Delete my simulated me!"
Loud is the Faust of my digi-me,
My soul - for net my icon known!
Give me freedom, please,
Hear My Sparcely Whispered . . .
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December 20, 2007 05:06 PM EST --
The Silver Coin's BeQuest is resubmitted soley to Thirteen Blackbirds for review. Your critical comments and analysis would be greatly appreciated.
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October 08, 2006 03:01 AM EDT --
DIGI-ANONYMITY
Daring is the threat - my simulated facts,
Loud is the Foust of my digi- "who".
Give me freedom, please hear
my gently whispered "Who".
Warm . . .
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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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