Tag: woman
group name: brotherpoets
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March 02, 2008 03:06 AM EST --
As she turned over
To sleep, she found it
Quite difficult to
Believe that somewhere
In the world someone
Was about to creep
From their beds to a
New fresh day either
With enthusiasm . . . more
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February 03, 2008 03:08 AM EST --
She seldom knows you now
As once she did,
A darker self appears
Behind the selfsame face, but hid
Like one unknown to you
From distant lands,
With different voice,
Different hands,
That . . . more
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March 02, 2008 04:12 PM EST --
She would draw
The curtains;
Peer through a
Small chink at
The moon; feel
The stark cold
Loneliness
Of the room
Behind; the
Empty cot;
The stillness;
The ghostly
Breath of babe; . . . more
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May 08, 2008 03:29 AM EDT --
And the living is easy,
Henderson said,
Reclining in bed,
While his pretty wife
Worked her butt off;
A bit like that Nazi lie:
Work shall make you free,
She thought,
Watching him blow . . . more
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August 28, 2008 04:20 AM EDT --
She was all shook up
After the attack.
It was then as if
Something had come loose,
Rattled around in
Her head so that she
Couldn't settle down
To the old routine,
Couldn't rest, . . . more
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February 09, 2008 04:54 AM EST --
Whatever you decided
Was bound to be negated by him,
Bound to be given
The shake of the head,
The hard glare,
The spew of words
Like dark birds
In a thunderous sky,
But what the heck, . . . more
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February 10, 2008 03:27 PM EST --
"Look up in the sky
That's where your enemies are,"
Your mother says,
Inclining her head
To one side, a small smile
Like some child
About to relate some tale
With four letter . . . more
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February 22, 2008 04:01 AM EST --
And how could it be otherwise,
She knew the thumping year,
The old despise,
With words to match;
The peel and pinch,
The sink and feel
And know her reach
Of deep despair
And know each . . . more
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February 26, 2008 03:40 AM EST --
She had no luck
With men it seemed,
They all left her
Tender and bruised
Taken and used;
But just for once,
She hoped some guy
Would come along,
Who would treat her
Fair and kindly, . . . more
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February 18, 2008 02:03 AM EST --
She wished to hell
He'd leave her alone
With his darn pestering;
His thick lips on her shoulder
Making her top damp,
His fingers touching,
What her mother called her bosoms,
With all . . . more
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June 01, 2008 11:42 AM EDT --
She knew he was no good
From the start, but kidded
Herself that maybe she
Could nag him into shape,
Get him to have a bath,
Shave and comb his long hair,
Might get him to drink less
And . . . more
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February 04, 2008 03:10 AM EST --
She has now, from him,
His heart removed,
And placed it in a drawer,
Where she keeps the other hearts,
The ones she broke before.
She has returned his golden ring,
His daily care, his selfless . . . more
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February 07, 2008 03:01 PM EST --
Delilah Dishwash,
Black and proud,
Slim-backed, loose-jawed, said,
"Ain't nothing a man can do
A woman can't do better."
And being a brown-eyed beauty,
With an inner glow, . . . more
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January 05, 2008 05:21 AM EST --
That aspect had all gone now.
All was left was the showy parts
That others were allowed to see.
She knew he wouldn't have changed
Or have seen her different than he had;
Some things never changed . . . more
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May 27, 2008 02:48 PM EDT --
Looking up from his coffee,
He saw this dame slowly leaving
A clothes store; she had to be
Sixty if she was a day,
He thought; yet when she turned her
Head and gave him glance, a blush
Filled . . . more
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April 04, 2008 03:30 AM EDT --
She often looks
From the window
As ships go out;
Looks to see which
Sailor leaves her
And which one stays,
Wonders if the
World is round as
Some men say, or
If the edge is
Dangerous . . . more
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May 05, 2008 03:09 AM EDT --
Whether he would return again,
Whether he would repeat
The words he spoke,
Or joke about it all
And try to pass it off
As a mere mood piece,
She didn't know,
But the leaving of him, . . . more
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June 05, 2008 03:14 AM EDT --
It was the same room,
The same pine cupboards,
The same bed, the grey
Curtains also looked
The same; here it was
She remembered, here
Where he used to creep
Up at night, here in
The . . . more
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June 06, 2008 03:49 AM EDT --
Why he abused her
In his van she did
Not know, nor did she
Understand why his
Hairy hand moved deep
Between her soft thighs
Invading the dark
Hiding place she kept
Her sex; she thought . . . more
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February 22, 2008 03:23 AM EST --
How old she looks,
There's tiredness about the eyes,
Pale her skin,
Like one who dies.
How frail her mind;
Odd her words
Spoken to the air,
Like fleeing birds.
She remembers you, . . . more
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