Tag: poem
member name: R. M. (Doc) Livingston
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December 15, 2008 01:52 AM EST --
The stress of being a gay person in an environment that says you never come out of the closet was tearing me apart. I have never been a person to hide feelings and now I must...even to those who were . . .
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December 08, 2009 10:05 AM EST --
Politically Correct Santa
With Apologies to Clement C. Moore
'Twas the night before Christmas and Santa's a wreck...
How to live in a world that's politically . . .
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November 28, 2008 05:15 AM EST --
There were many times when feelings would just overwhelm me. Putting those feelings on paper when I could was the only way I could deal with them. I was hurt by the way I was becoming invisible to some . . .
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November 21, 2008 07:20 PM EST --
There is an old adage that says you have to suffer to write. Most of the time I'll say I don't believe it. However, some of the poetry I write is generated by strife. I was in the prison hospital . . .
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November 21, 2008 07:33 PM EST --
This poem was written for all tribes. I gave it to one of the "Chiefs." For this I was made an Honorary Brave.
Brother Sun - Sister Moon
To sit deep in a forest,
Or out on the desert . . .
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November 28, 2008 05:24 AM EST --
For my Gathered friends, happy holidays!
MY FRIEND
GENTLE HANDS TO HOLD ME TIGHT,
HANDS THAT REACH OUT TO TOUCH ME,
IN THE DARK AND LONELY NIGHT.
SOFT EYES, TO LOOK INTO MINE,
AND TOUCH, WITH . . .
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November 28, 2008 05:31 AM EST --
I finally moved to the Annex for minimum security There is a golf course, rough not cared for and made out of a field. I would walk with Dan V. and watch the birds, particularly the swallows, as . . .
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December 15, 2008 01:58 AM EST --
There was a young man at Shelton we called Little Dan. Dan was not a very big person and looked quite young. He was the butt of many jokes and attracted a lot ribbing due to his size. I could have become . . .
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February 24, 2009 08:36 AM EST --
Spring has sprung, the grass is rizzed.
I wonder where the boidies is?
The boides dey is on the wing,
Ain't that funny? I always thought the wing was on the boid!
( for all my buddies . . .
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November 25, 2008 05:33 AM EST --
OLD FRIENDS WHO JUST MET
I was going to copy a poem,
I've written quite a few.
But somehow it wasn't right,
To give a friend like you.
For you are not the same,
As others that I . . .
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January 24, 2009 12:41 PM EST --
This is one of the first poems I wrote using any kind of poetic structure. Little did I know where this would lead in my poetic Life.
THE STORM
A bright sunny day.
I watched the scattered clouds . . .
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January 24, 2009 12:54 PM EST --
Then I discovered meter and rhyme and fell in love with the challenge that goes with this kind of poetry. You not only need to be a poet, but also wordsmith.
STRANGER AT THE TABLE
I saw you . . .
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November 20, 2008 07:54 AM EST --
When in the prison system one of the first things you learn is "Never ask a man his beef." You never ask why you are doing time. (No one is ever guilty anyway) I guess I was blessed with a trusting . . .
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December 06, 2008 07:13 PM EST --
Ok my friends here we go with the first poem that I've written in years. I followed my usual pattern. I write poems by finding an ending line that I like then writing the poem to fit. . . .
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February 24, 2009 09:27 AM EST --
Spring song
The soil warms with the rising Sun,
Seeds in water become as one.
Rhizomes and roots grow in the earth,
Preparing a plan to show their worth.
. . .
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March 28, 2009 06:12 PM EDT --
Had a memorial for a friend & neighbor. The day was rainy so I wrote this poem.
THE RAIN
I sit on my porch and watched the rain,
As it weeps from a soggy sky.
I sit on my porch with . . .
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October 09, 2008 10:57 AM EDT --
While I was at the Annex my job had me driving around with my boss, cruising the timber. We were looking for blow downs and dead trees to harvest for the Indian sweat lodge. In spite of . . .
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October 10, 2008 02:29 PM EDT --
When I was in Shelton , waiting assignment, I met a young slender black man everyone called "Treetop". When I first saw him he had his hair done up in . . .
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November 28, 2008 05:10 AM EST --
This is another poem that I have no idea why I wrote it.
NOT THERE
How many times has this happened?
How many times you say you care,
And there 's times that I'm troubled
And some how . . .
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December 02, 2008 07:32 PM EST --
Then there was Tommy. Tommy was a strange person. Admittedly gay but trying to stay in the closet. He was a self professed legal expert but the evidence did not support his claims. Tommy did not live . . .
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