Tag: writings
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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July 15, 2006 04:36 PM EDT --
An answer to the question spurred by the Haiku Wikawilly Oak.
… … … . . .
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September 08, 2006 02:32 PM EDT --
For my friend Edward Nudelman.
Inspired by the Haiku Wikawilly Oak haiku. Edward Nudelman asked me what
a Wikawilly Oak . . .
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