Tag: poem
group name: mojalefa
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October 25, 2006 01:21 AM EDT --
Another dark forbidding day,
the winds and rain have come.
To whisk all the trees bare,
leaving a wet, ugly mess on the ground.
Beauty turned dark.
Just last week, we marveled at the colors
that magically . . . more
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September 22, 2006 06:17 AM EDT --
My pride
By: Ruth Nyama
Just how far will my pride take me if I hate and anger at every one?
Or is it that I don't want to be hurt anymore than I have cried?
Will anyone understand that . . . 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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October 16, 2006 09:14 AM EDT --
THE ART OF LOVE
Who among us can master the art of love?
To love yourself first,
Then your neighbor as yourself.
To love your spouse as though they were the only persono existing,
Love them . . . more
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November 03, 2006 06:14 AM EST --
Love
Love seems like a very simple word that people can easily memorize
But do we really know what it means?
Or do we just say it?
Do we know what it means to love some one as though yourself? . . . more
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September 22, 2006 06:12 AM EDT --
LET THERE BE LIGHT
BY: RUTH NYAMA
Light be-light my eyes and let me see
Be-hope my thoughts let me believe
Be-faith my heart and let it be
I am blind
I cannot see
I am darkened
I have no . . . more
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April 25, 2008 01:32 AM EDT --
I've never loved so hard, so long
or so deep that it caused pain in my chest.
I have never wanted so badly that I thought
no other thing in life could ever fill
the gaping wound that was struck . . . more
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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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August 11, 2008 05:37 PM EDT --
She grew up in the mountains,
amidst the pines,
where she could breathe deeply
the sweet scent of fresh forest air;
Some days she would wander
to the top of the mountain, . . . more
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June 30, 2008 07:28 PM EDT --
Washed up,
but never clean,
hanging by a thread
to your dirty dreams
that carry you off
like a random wind,
twirling you around
in your secret sin.
Better stop . . . more
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October 18, 2006 03:36 AM EDT --
MY MUSIC BY RUTH NYAMA
Music to me is like
Singing
Expressions
Stories
Poetry
Love
Hate
Joy
Peace
Poetry
Patience
Kindness
Faithfulness . . . more
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May 09, 2007 10:19 PM EDT --
Another dream baby, you are on my mind
taking my breath away
under the stairs we make passionate love
the world seems miles away
a tender kiss a gentle touch
is more than I can stand
I love the way . . . more
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November 27, 2006 02:47 AM EST --
This restless dream troubles me
The restless dream has a need
A need to want to fly
A need to want to wake up ane day and beThis restless dream dreams.
It drams that one day it will be
That it's . . . more
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September 22, 2006 06:15 AM EDT --
To save myself
By: Ruth Nyama
The world tells stories.
It lies to us,
It punishes us for things we did not do,
It takes humanity,
Takes love away from children.
It loves to hate
And enjoys . . . more
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October 18, 2006 05:37 AM EDT --
Do I tell you?
By: Ruth Nyama
What do I do when I see you walking past me? My heart starts to beat faster and faster, butterflies in my Tammy and I don't know what to say? Do I ask for your . . . more
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November 27, 2006 02:59 AM EST --
A slave to man kind
Wake up in slavery and
Sleep in a river of tears
To live a meaningless life
All to make others live easier
While burdening myself with their duties
Carry every ones load while . . . more
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September 22, 2006 06:22 AM EDT --
My pride
By: Ruth Nyama
Just how far will my pride take me if I hate and anger at every one?
Or is it that I don't want to be hurt anymore than I have cried?
Will anyone understand that . . . 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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October 05, 2007 04:28 AM EDT --
2001.( for M )
Slender hips and soft brown eyes.
Every move you make catches onto me.
Have you ever seen me stare, and wondered?
You are everything, the Earth and stars.
Except you are no more mine, . . . 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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