Tag: writing
group name: gatherblessings
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May 27, 2006 11:34 PM EDT --
Why when I was young
lots younger than I am now
younger than today or yesterday
just plain young
Did I know more than I do today?
I didn't bother with a dictionary
I knew it all
So glad I conquered . . . more
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June 01, 2006 11:48 PM EDT --
Syntax
Sin
Relax
Zen
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August 01, 2006 06:52 PM EDT --
a single rose
i am
thorns
with beauty
I have
a single rose
i am
love
unconditional
you do
i am
a single rose
with thorns
a rose
you love
unconditionally.
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January 12, 2007 11:57 PM EST --
Serene, uplifting natural beauty
gifted this day:
I stood bewitched
in awe
of silent splendors
twilight offered . . . more
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June 14, 2006 10:57 AM EDT --
This is the morning primordial. I am sittiing on the front porch and the day has a freshness about it. It's going to rain. I welcome the rain sometimes. The scented dust . . . more
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June 25, 2006 09:30 AM EDT --
"Let other pens dwell on guilt and misery. I quit such odious subjects as soon as I can. Jane Austen 1775-1817; Mansfield Park (1814)
Dear Aileen:
A gracious good morning to . . . more
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March 07, 2007 07:54 PM EST --
The Orange Tree Grew Roses by Cecile V. is the featured article at The Pregnant Onion Club. Yall please come and read Cecile's story which is earthy, just like she is. I'm used . . . more
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June 23, 2006 09:31 PM EDT --
My summer has begun. I, the flower of the summer, face forward like the red hibiscus smiling towards Main Street. Today is Friday. I must catch up on my assignments. I started . . . more
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June 27, 2006 09:51 AM EDT --
Metaphor. A metaphor is a figure of speech in which a term or phrase is applied to something to which it is not literally applicable in order to suggest a resemblance (moonlight sleeping on a bank. . . . more
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August 01, 2006 06:40 PM EDT --
Time slips
through my fingers:
water, sand, particles
Am I alone?
Eyes blink
Barely breathing:
years melt into decades
Am I living?
Wind blows
changing seasons:
youth ages, thoughts linger
Where is . . . more
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January 31, 2007 10:08 AM EST --
Dear Mariana,
On behalf of the editorial team here at Gather, I am very pleased to inform you that your group "Chateaux Gathereaux" has been chosen to appear on the Gather homepage. Congratulations! . . . more
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June 13, 2006 10:02 AM EDT --
Good Morning from my summer retreat in South Louisiana. I am here for many reasons. One is to heal after the passing of my mother, four months ago. This is the main reason I am here. . . . more
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October 09, 2006 10:07 PM EDT --
heart a-thunder
emotions twisting
blindly reaching
two bodies entwine
moonlight shimmers
tears glinting silver
love is obtuse
rush fumble strain
against time's refrain
falling softly
against each . . . more
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January 18, 2007 10:10 PM EST --
Heavy hazel eyes
seek slumber at end of day
starry skies keep watch.
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October 02, 2006 09:28 PM EDT --
This article is in response to numerous articles that have been posted as of late regarding Gather, its policies on article submissions and the future of Gather. I have a different point of view from some . . . more
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February 08, 2007 09:41 PM EST --
For my dearest Mama T. The old saying in our family, "toughs are times" goes for me as 2007 begins. Challenges of many different areas of my life (mostly professional) seem . . . more
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June 06, 2008 07:13 AM EDT --
It was just an old rusted lobster boat that was making it's way out to Bug Light in Plymouth Harbour. Sitting on deck were people of all ages talking quietly and laughing every once in a while when . . . more
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March 19, 2008 08:03 AM EDT --
Yesterday as I was watching my kindergarteners construct the front covers of their homemade books, "The Easter Basket", I could not help but wonder, "Are we not all born creative?" . . . more
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April 04, 2008 07:20 AM EDT --
Did I ever tell you
How much you
mean to me
Starting and ending
each day like bookends
on an old worn shelf
content in each other's
presence, whether in
conversation or not.
. . . more
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November 23, 2006 11:56 AM EST --
I am from lighted spirit
and salted fire
from Eternal flame I sprung
from pungent marsh and regally draped oaks
standing tall and resolute in the humid sun
I am from emancipation to proclamation . . . more
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