Tag: family
group name: brotherpoets
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May 18, 2008 10:50 PM EDT --
The following is A partial set of lyrics to my inspirational/patriotic . . . more
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July 07, 2008 12:09 PM EDT --
When I first joined Gather, I posted this as my first article. I know so many new people, and it is going to be 6 years ago this week that I wrote this and she died. Oddly enough, this . . . more
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July 17, 2008 06:59 AM EDT --
As I reread my article, several things jumped out at me. After I got myself scraped off of the ceiling, I realized that this needed some work. It is amazing how much more you notice, . . . more
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April 17, 2008 03:32 AM EDT --
The Capstan's Arc
"Please tell me. Did my father save my life
That day I swung upon the capstan arm?"
"Of course. Though light, my . . . more
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July 02, 2008 04:10 AM EDT --
The Old Man and the Tree
The day Jack Brand was born the topsoil moved
Aside, displaced by gentle force, nature's
Relentless strength when roots split free and . . . more
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August 15, 2008 06:22 PM EDT --
Does he see me when he looks at me?
Does he notice how much I have changed?
Can he . . . more
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August 19, 2008 03:46 PM EDT --
I want to dedicate this to my daughter, since watching her coach and perform inspired my to write this. I hope she likes it.
The Living Tapestry
Swirls of color
Spinning
Majestic . . . more
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August 04, 2008 02:42 PM EDT --
Family Business
Gulls'eyes watch as the brothers prepare to ship their last order.
Heads, spines and guts for offal, they slit, slit and slit the flesh and . . . more
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June 28, 2008 04:28 AM EDT --
Ever noticed how, as you get older, you begin to look like your parents?
Villanelle
I'm sleeping with my mother-in-law,
My wife is . . . more
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May 08, 2008 11:26 PM EDT --
MAMA WAS A TAXI
©Robert Burnham
Mama was a taxi
She drove us everywhere
She took us all to practices
And read a book while she waited there
Mama was a . . . more
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January 16, 2008 05:33 PM EST --
This one is dedicated to Susan, Crystal and my new Gather friend Marsha. Please Enjoy!
A Mother's Pride
© Robert Burnham
. . . more
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January 22, 2008 12:22 AM EST --
For everyone who has feared life was passing them by and leaving them lonely. If you ask the Lord, and wait on the Lord, He can make agreat difference in your future for he can place someone very . . . more
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March 29, 2008 08:43 PM EDT --
LINCOLN LOGS and TINKER TOYS
© Robert C Burnham
Lincoln Logs and Tinker Toys
Life was simpler then
All I wanted was to build a home
And with a wife . . . more
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June 30, 2008 04:22 PM EDT --
I would like to take a few minutes to tell my fellow writer's that my favorite group the Hampton Roads Writer's has just lost one of our own. Barbara "Bobbie" Hartin, was a . . . more
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January 06, 2008 02:03 PM EST --
My water broke a few days ago. I am 18 weeks pregnant. The babies heart is still beating and the baby seems ok. My body needs to make more water for the baby to survive. They will be doing more tests . . . more
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May 04, 2008 07:01 PM EDT --
You're the first one we see,
always there to kiss away
the sadness and deliver
the happiness in any way
you can. Our best friend
and mentor even when
we need criticism. If we
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May 08, 2008 11:35 PM EDT --
Mother's Day (from a Son)
- Robert Burnham
I owe her a debt I could never repay
I owe her unconditional love
I owe her much more than I can think of right now
More than . . . more
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February 01, 2008 01:05 AM EST --
We readers and writer's have become addicted to the Writing contests. I was just wondering when the next one will be available? Does anyone know? I'd like to make plans. Does anyone . . . more
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January 31, 2008 12:37 AM EST --
My Valentine
One year my very thoughtful husband went to the mall to get me a gift certificate to one of the glamour photo companies. At first I didn't want to go, but not wanting to let . . . more
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July 13, 2008 08:37 AM EDT --
A blank call
This road ends in another and she knows
that will somehow amalgamate into
the one now he lives. Sky conjures raindrops.
Hate is what she feels at times. Then again . . . more
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