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| Thought for the Day: Cancer is... |
| Published: July 31, 2007, 2:00 am |
| Tags: Author, Cancer, Cancer Is, Canceris, Lamboy, Lorene, Lrene, Poem |
| Filed under: Thought for the DayBy Lorene LamboyCONSIDERATION: of another's consequencesCOORDINATION: of efforts from loved ones to be consolingCARING: for an individual with a desire to do so.ADMIRATION: of that special individualASTONISHMENT: for the way that person deals with illnessASSESSMENT: of one's own condition and knowing the |
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| Autism Limericks |
| Published: August 1, 2007, 10:28 am |
| Tags: Poetry, Stereotypes, Asd, Aspergers, Autism, Children, Education, Family, Health, Limerick, Parenting, Pdd Nos, Poem, Poetry |
| 4 autism limericks courtesy of the Omnificent English Dictionary In Limerick Form (OEDILF). Three speak of autism and “rotten,” “grisly reflection,” and “despair”; one ends with Autism’s taught us “as is”-m. I am working on my own attempt…….. Share This |
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| Beautiful Day |
| Published: July 22, 2007, 10:23 pm |
| Tags: The Stories, Accountant, Artistic Bone, Beautiful Day, Beautiful Woman, Buttocks, Dont Cry, Elephant On Beach Ball, Forgotten Movies, Magical, Making Love, My Husband, Opinion, Poem, Romantic Postcards, She Slipped Out Of Her Dress, Showman, Spinal Damange, Stalking New Ma |
| or a painting or a poem. When people asked him what he thought of a particular movie or piece of art or song he always said, I'm an accountant, as if that absolved him of the responsibility of having an opinion about things. So the people who asked his opinion ceased pursuit of that line of questioning and made the private |
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| Writing at Night |
| Published: August 4, 2007, 11:37 pm |
| Tags: Poem |
| The clock ticks My fingers hit the keys While the darkness is outside The computer hums As my thoughts connect with the computer All is still and calm The stars twinkle in the sky Dogs Bark amidst the sound of traffic |
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| The Riding Day |
| Published: August 5, 2007, 8:12 pm |
| Tags: Poem, Riding |
| Stormy stands in the field with his mane blowing in the wind As I walk torwards him, the sound of dirt crunches under my feet In the distance I here his shrill voice. The riding day has begun in the stillness of the day. |
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| Tunnel Vision |
| Published: August 9, 2007, 12:46 pm |
| Tags: Poems Amp Poem Like Things |
| The trail is a straight tunnel through dripping woods. In last night’s dream, I’d been ready to cross a mountain where roads & trails hadn’t yet been thought of, not even by the animals. On the far side, my brothers had found another hollow parallel to this one, where riotous growth pressed against the windowpanes & |
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| Ode to Scrapple |
| Published: August 7, 2007, 3:40 pm |
| Tags: Poems Amp Poem Like Things, Food Drink, Pennsylvania |
| Sing scrapple: buckwheat- & cornmeal mush-stuffed relative of head cheese, the hog’s gray matter. Plus every part that couldn’t be cured into ham or crammed into sausage casings — some good foot meat, perhaps, a corkscrew piece of tail — up to & including the oleaginous grunt. Always the butt of jokes for the |
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| Baffled |
| Published: August 2, 2007, 12:25 pm |
| Tags: Poems Amp Poem Like Things |
| The house spider was on the inside & didn’t budge when the phoebe flew up & clung to the window screen, jabbing fruitlessly at a meal turned to metal — or rather, subdivided into orderly impenetrable holes, as in a physics textbook account of the structure of matter. Chalk lines on a blackboard, rows of blank faces at their |
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| What he said to his friend |
| Published: August 16, 2007, 8:02 am |
| Tags: Poems Amp Poem Like Things, Nature Ecology |
| in the style of the Kuruntokai Like a knot of yellownecked caterpillars on the underside of a witch hazel leaf responding to the approach of danger by arching their soft bodies & freezing into a clump of sudden thorns, hoping to ward off the caress of a wasp’s antennae: that’s what happens to me whenever she smiles. |
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| The Hard Way |
| Published: August 19, 2007, 12:11 pm |
| Tags: Poems Amp Poem Like Things |
| Our barefoot summer ended at the edge of a mowed field in August: goldenrod stubs like freshly sharpened pencils, hay salted with thistle barbs & the odd nest of baby meadow voles orphaned by the mower’s blade, pink as erasers. We learned the hard way: one quick dash across the stubble left holes in our horn-tough feet. They bled just a |
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| I Think That I Shall Never See/A Poem As Lovely As FOOTBAWL: Oookie Agonistes |
| Published: August 19, 2007, 2:40 pm |
| Tags: I Think That I Shall Never See Poem As Lovely As Footbawl, Whimsy |
| Compared to much of the sports blogosphere, we lead a blessedly sheltered life here at Deadspin Nation. Admission is limited. There are standards of discourse during business hours. The worst of the... |
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| I Think That I Shall Never See/A Poem As Lovely As FOOTBAWL: Oookie Agonistes |
| Published: August 19, 2007, 2:40 pm |
| Tags: I Think That I Shall Never See Poem As Lovely As Footbawl, Whimsy |
| and was moved to fashion a poem composed entirely of comments from your friendly neighborhood AOL sports fans. (NB: I swear, I did not make any of these up. Original spelling, grammar, and punctuation have been preserved. All [sic]s implied. Also, a couple of the stanzas rhyme, but that's a total accident.) This is a blog site- not a |
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| Your Short Poem Or Rap Here: You, Too, Can Battle A Gladiator |
| Published: August 23, 2007, 12:35 pm |
| Tags: American Gladiators, Your Short Poem Rap Here |
| As you might have heard, NBC is bringing back "American Gladiators" as a midseason replacement this year. This is, of course, outstanding news, though we have a feeling they'll make everybody cut... |
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| Your Short Poem Or Rap Here: You, Too, Can Battle A Gladiator |
| Published: August 23, 2007, 12:35 pm |
| Tags: American Gladiators, Your Short Poem Rap Here |
| lines below, write a short poem or rap. It's 22 pages, and, sadly, requires only one poem or rap. (And a drawing of yourself.) This show's gonna rule. American Gladiators Application [NBC] |
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