Tag: words
member name: Wade H.
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August 26, 2007 03:42 PM EDT --
I know what I want to say here, but I'm not sure I make my point. Still, I think there is some value here.
To my wife of 43 years.
She was a city girl and I a small town boy. . . . more
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March 25, 2008 11:40 PM EDT --
Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch sdtuy at Cmabrtgde Uinervtisy, it deons't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht the fsrit and lsat lteerts be at the rghit pclae. . . . more
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August 30, 2007 11:01 AM EDT --
I thought I'd resubmit this now that I have a better idea of tag use and some knowledge of groups.
Just playing with words again. This time in how they get received.
"Four . . . more
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October 28, 2007 09:26 PM EDT --
Another try at a dabble.
It was rare for Liam the Unkillable to have a day off (Much rarer than his having an off day). However, he had one. He decided to just kick back and relax. . . . more
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November 28, 2007 12:22 AM EST --
Some years ago my younger son and I were walking through our local shopping mall. My son, about 5 years old at the time, suddenly took off running, He looked back over his shoulder to see if I was . . . more
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September 05, 2007 09:15 AM EDT --
I'm still experimenting with the sonnet form. Very confining but because of that you have to think. I seem to be stuck on topic lately but since I'm rather fond of said topic I am OK . . . more
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October 27, 2007 11:51 PM EDT --
There's a poem inside me screaming to be born.
No, birth is not the metaphor to use.
This poem fights for life.
It rips at the back of my eyeballs,
It tears at the lining of my stomach, . . . more
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September 13, 2007 02:35 PM EDT --
I'm still working with the sonnet form. This came from hearing about a little league ball player who was killed on his way to a game.
I walked into my shed last night, . . . more
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January 08, 2008 02:21 PM EST --
I'm not sure what's wrong with me the last few weeks. I keep writing these "life siequence" things. Anyhow here is my latest.
Hey World, . . . more
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January 14, 2008 01:16 AM EST --
I remember
When I was 3 I bit into an electric cord. I remember the buzzing tingle in my head,
When I was 7 I stepped on a nail. I remember the stabbing . . . more
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August 10, 2007 10:38 AM EDT --
I remember
When I was 3 I bit into an electric cord. I remember the buzzing tingle in my head,
When I was 7 I stepped on a nail. I remember the stabbing pain as it went . . . more
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August 17, 2007 10:42 PM EDT --
Here are some little bits and pieces of poetry and other stuff which I have found cluttering my brain. I suspect some of them are unborn poems and others are chips and chunks I knocked . . . more
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September 01, 2007 09:46 AM EDT --
This is coming because of an article written the other day by iDonna Hammett-Tooker n which she asked what life lessons we have learned and perhaps even passed on. My comment on her article . . . more
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September 20, 2007 04:38 PM EDT --
I wasn't sure where this was going when I started it. I'm not sure it went anyplace now that I'm done with it. Opinions?
The day my father died I didn’t weep
Nor . . . more
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October 08, 2007 08:45 AM EDT --
#18 Moving on, Spring 1961
The time between Spring Break and the Prom back home went by slowly. Every day I was with Marilyn and Rachel was hardly in my thoughts at all. . . . more
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October 14, 2007 12:36 AM EDT --
The End Of Our Freshman Year
The last few weeks of our freshman year went by very quickly. I told Marilyn it was over for good between Rachel and me. She said fine and the topic didn’t . . . more
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November 01, 2007 11:36 PM EDT --
#24 A Serious Letter
Now a little example of how my mind works. I sent Marilyn the letter I quoted from last time on the 15 th so she got it on the 17 th . She wrote . . . more
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November 07, 2007 11:31 AM EST --
#33 The Start of Our Sophomore Year
As soon as I got my suitcase to my room and said goodbye to my parents I went to the phone. I remember calling to tell Marilyn I’d arrived . . . more
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November 08, 2007 10:35 AM EST --
#34 Falling Into a Pattern Fall 1961
I remember the fall of 1961 very fondly. Our relationship was strong and growing stronger by the day. The anticipated problem . . . more
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November 09, 2007 08:48 AM EST --
#35 Thanksgiving Break 1961
Oddly, my memories of Marilyn being at my home during Thanksgiving break aren't nearly as sharp as those of my visit to her during the past summer. . . . more
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