Tag: jim ross
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December 28, 2007 04:05 PM EST --
Winter
Rips through my clothes,
Chaps and reddens my cheeks,
Sails crisp brown leaves capriciously;
Her time to cool Earth's overheated crust
After seasons of growing stuff;
She shows us her . . . more
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December 21, 2007 09:03 AM EST --
It doesn't matter who you are
Rocketman or superstar
When you've been hit by cupid's aim
Your soul's ablaze with passion's flame
Of love, desire, in swirling gyres
Of taste . . . more
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March 26, 2008 12:27 AM EST --
Confused and dismayed
Preadolescent lad stares
At her winsome smile
As she plays silly girl games
With joy that stirs giddy laughs
Copyright 2008 Jim Ross
If you enjoyed this poem . . . more
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April 07, 2007 01:51 PM EDT --
'Tis time again to hoe the fields;
The water runs and the sun soars quickly high.
In sweat and toil, on landscape, hard,
He chops and weeds, then sows and reaps,
His song of life no idle lullaby to . . . more
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November 09, 2007 04:14 PM EST --
Once more I hop to the lip and stand
On the edge of my world, and stretch--
What’s that? The wind is fierce today!
My feathers flutter--they feel so good--
But I grip the nest for dear fledgling . . . more
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November 27, 2007 01:06 PM EST --
Rain streams down windows
Cataracts from soulful clouds
Wept to cleanse our souls
Upon reflection from here
Our warm and cozy homesteads
Copyright 2007 Jim Ross
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October 17, 2007 01:57 PM EDT --
Of the shadows in the light
Of graceful life—
Now with ripples on the bay,
Movement is recorded
As this day resolves to pass—
This, and each successive day
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December 08, 2007 02:27 AM EST --
The surf gently sighs
As it absorbs the scribed sand--
Your message is spread
Copyright 2007 Jim Ross
This haiku was inspired by Marianne K's wonderful, untitled . . . more
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November 24, 2007 12:44 PM EST --
Breakfast of muffins
Warm hands in late autumn light
Lend spice to a soul
Copyright 2007 Jim Ross
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December 02, 2007 02:38 PM EST --
High heels on marble
Clip as horses on cobbles,
Add dimension here
In a gallery of art
Depicting life with hooved ones
Copyright 2007 Jim Ross
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January 07, 2008 12:52 AM EST --
Hellish
By nature, deeds
Sear as magma strips land
To reveal what time has coated;
Igneous shards of tender liaisons
Beneath kind and gentle trappings,
Snapped by fickle affairs
To shed hot tears; . . . more
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August 09, 2008 09:33 PM EDT --
She reads her birthday card
Within the candle light
And knows her love is shared
By him who basks in sight.
They share a gentle kiss;
His smile invades her heart;
A hush as he presents . . . more
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February 13, 2008 01:24 AM EST --
Fog mists, rose and gray
Sway at the end of false spring days
With charcoal trees
Above a black horizon's lay
Cream puff clouds scud at play
And blush to glow and stay
Above the warm . . . more
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March 01, 2008 08:33 PM EST --
Easy resting fog lies
In peaceful wait between
Folds of wrinkled hills set
To catch the sun's careen--
Caress a cloud bouquet
Copyright 2008 Jim Ross
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December 30, 2007 11:09 AM EST --
For Bucky Glanz, who never wrote a word and died a happy man.
Bucky Glanz, died a "poor soul", they say, of
"Mediocre mind, a mere shave away from
The shy side of the term." . . . more
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December 24, 2007 08:30 PM EST --
There it was waiting for me,
Santa's big package under the tree;
The wrapping bright red,
The ribbon deep gold,
All that I'd asked for
In my letter so bold.
I waited impatiently for . . . more
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August 25, 2007 11:44 PM EDT --
First, the wind discovers chimes
Suspended from a tree,
Puffs some tiny tickles there
To peal tranquility
For ears that listen anxiously
In golden morning light,
To endless melodies composed . . . more
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August 30, 2007 03:09 PM EDT --
Everything I feel about the sea
Comes in metaphoric rush--
Even as the weighty surf gurgles
On the land of “no man’s” sand,
Where fishermen cast long lines
Into the sea’s enigmatic . . . more
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November 03, 2007 12:00 PM EST --
How old are you, sir?
I’m older than life
That runs and jumps,
Younger than death
That moves when kicked.
Are you foolish, sir?
More than a surgeon
Cutting to heal, . . . more
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November 04, 2007 11:48 AM EST --
The sun spreads its joy
Rich as whipped butter on toast;
It tints autumn, fair,
Warms loving hearts about me,
Loosens tongues to express glee
Copyright 2007 Jim Ross
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