Sunday, September 30, 2012

The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow [1807 - 1882]




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Thursday Flash Fiction Week 28: Innocence and Dreams


The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the ocean-sands damp and brown.
The traveler hastens toward the town,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
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Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the ocean, the ocean in the darkness calls,
The huge waves, with their soft, white hands,
Efface the footprints in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
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The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls,
Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
The day returns, but nevermore
returns the traveler to the shore,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.

Sunday, September 9, 2012

From Bell-Y To Dai-Ly Beauty


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Eight rocks in a circle
makes nine shapes.
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Everyone carries a bell-y
which needs to be filled dai-ly.
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Like a spill of ink below the white beret,
Her hair is the swell of dark water,
Seventeen, on her own,
She casts a shadow
in every man's longings.


Monday, September 3, 2012

The Reddish Choices On The Hotest Day (Slam For Fun Week 26)


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We don't worship scarlet toad
that cries along the concrete road,
we may respect the goat Fred
for he is soft speaking and loving in red.
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We wish to win scholarships
so that fewer bills are needed to buy toy ships,
some people choose to be lame and gay,
Yet, none shall be obliged to blindly obey.
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Elizabeth dresses in feverish fashion,
Traveling on ships is her passion,
Ketchup and tomatoes are RED-dish choices,
Silent hands pick showing their powerful voices.