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Username: | kevin urenda | |
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one of the best memories EVER |
I'm thinking... a dangerous preoccupation |
poetic smile |
a creative sigh |
This is perhaps the last good poem I have written in a LONG time (and it seems like a long time ago) |
pausing to reflect |
from a September Road trip to Colorado |
not your average Johnny Storm... |
more (mere?) word play |
a different kind of skin art |
a long epiphany |
it's almost summer... |
alone - together... |
all it took: one look |
been thinking about 'the good old days' |
a little racy... |
yes |
it's not the same poem, but it almost is... |
I don't know why, but I have written three poems lately with the same image... maybe I am in need of something refreshing/renewing... |
desire |
words about not needing words |
inspired by something I read yesterday |
a snippet revisted and revised, almost made into a poem... |
here comes the sun |
winter's coming |
retrospection |
it has to be the music...... |
simplicity |
is it real? or is it memorex? |
pretty self-explanatory... |
raw tenderness... |
and more of that... |
something different, perhaps |
(a sijo) |
I try not to do this any more, but... |
where lasting desire comes from |
in haiku form |
oops... biffed the last post, and now I know what happens without a properly titled work |
this poem seems to try to do a little too much, but even so.... |
oneness... |
I wonder if I will ever improve at these... (or anything else, at my rate!) |
NOT a chance meeting |
a bit of a story |
a 55-worder... |
another haiku-type work |
haiku form |
if there is one, I sure don't know what it is... |
memories just won't ever go way |
can our words themselves be saboteurs? |
I'll be here a while (have that tune runnin' around in my brain today) |
sap = me |
another 55 word story |
I love the way her mouth does that... |
hearing needs proximity |
my (first) little go at a 55er (and I already see why these are addictive) |
has it really been that long?? |
(written in a cinquain form, but not really a cinquain) |
it's not all about glory, that 'going down in a blaze' business |
a short fictional snippet |
a repost of my own |
love makes us better persons... |
history lesson |
burn, baby, burn........ |
a tactile poem... |
recollecting... |
touching wounds is inevitable |
a metaphor... although I sure no one else knows what "asymmetric conflict" is |
not by Thoreau... |
musicality... |
october is for poetry... |
A Birthday Shout out to our very own Gala (answering her request) |
not every kiss is just... a kiss |
was reading Brautigan the other day... |
just a moment... early morn... |
the ones in yer tummy |
sometimes I only see her there |
a 'new' poem |
desire... |
on many levels this hold meaning for me... |
this was inspired by an image from a film, but very applicable in life and love. |
this poem was actually a request and a gift. I was asked to write a poem about first love... |
I feel like I have something to say... but don't know how to do it. |
apologies for taking a bit of poetic license. Though it is obviously for a friend, a case COULD be made otherwise if read objectively... |
millenium kinda thing |
and another |
A finally finished poem begun previously... |
what I write doesn't seem to do what I want it to |