Tag: memories
member name: William Dotani
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November 05, 2007 03:50 PM EST --
Words are fashioned without regress
As they weave a pattern of hues
And paint canvasses with broad strokes
That touch our soul with daily news
A word unsaid can have affect . . .
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January 12, 2008 05:11 AM EST --
Where is the scene of triumphs made
Do not photographs etch these truths
Forever binding that we paste
In endless journeys of our sublime hues
Where absence . . .
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August 19, 2007 09:27 AM EDT --
Her image lingered well into the night
I sensed her presence in a dawn so bright
It made me giddy 'though I was alone
Sweet plans of seduction ran through my bones
Certain flowers live on this higher . . .
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October 16, 2007 03:11 PM EDT --
Time has relayed so many voices
And whispers mingle each wisp of air
Into a filter of reminders
That some may linger to bring us cheer
Gauge the measure of life between us
Like subtle reference . . .
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October 20, 2007 01:23 PM EDT --
Meekly as I surrender
On cusp of seasonal change
Standing beyond the crossroads
Traveling in single lane
Carefree spirit of wander
Once wrote my name on the wind
And chances . . .
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December 02, 2007 06:04 AM EST --
I will push with all my might
To do what I think is right
For duty calls and insists
When I get around to it
So many woes would unfold
Stirred my heart and seeds were sown . . .
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January 21, 2008 12:19 PM EST --
My high school separation, a respite of joy
As I bandaged my wounds, removed the yoke crying
Freedom, sweet freedom your confusion I claim
As voices spoke of my calling to serve the Lord . . .
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December 18, 2007 05:26 PM EST --
Lots of people looking at me
In still picture posted and was
A day clueless as my mantra
Was somehow left inside my car
But how could I not walk in awe
As history was being spawned
Into . . .
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January 16, 2008 12:50 PM EST --
The careful planning was not erased
Seventy one plus two hundred days
Of nourishment that was warm and safe
Then blinding light an unwelcomed change
And I cried then felt touch . . .
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November 12, 2007 04:59 AM EST --
Without passion what words could I say
In blending colors of our rainbow
As we traveled miles from warmer days
That led us here to our tomorrow
Yes we'll look back with a . . .
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December 12, 2007 02:10 PM EST --
Belief in rhythm carries no doubt
And churns the compass land ho the shout
And moments react and intertwine
Within the heart of a gentle time
Release can be found within the . . .
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December 23, 2007 03:58 AM EST --
Last Christmas, Gather was not on my agenda. I think I had posted maybe 3 articles between joining in October to Christmas Day. Upon reflection, I did not start posting articles until March. Elsie Duggan . . .
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February 05, 2008 04:14 PM EST --
I think I'll fantasize on circumstantial needs
Then make my favorite sandwich so I can dream
And look upon the mountains I had left behind
As formative features align and stepping stones remind . . .
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September 04, 2007 08:33 AM EDT --
I don't remember if it was last year or the year before that, but for some reason my mom had gotten out some old photographs of when I was cute. One photograph was of a large fountain in a park in . . .
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October 18, 2007 01:30 PM EDT --
I had written the first five stanza last Spring, but was not happy with the last line. Well, I kept working on it, editing it and this poem grew longer. Some recent positive comments by my friends on . . .
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November 01, 2007 02:48 AM EDT --
There are times I think tomorrow
Is a shadow without a face
And that of serendipity
Are but the clues we once had traced
In a backseat where words could flow
Finding stillness . . .
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January 22, 2008 02:35 PM EST --
The last shall be first exemplified this no name
For I, the least talented member of the band
Was put in the solitary spotlight and sang
Just me plucking out songs on acoustic guitar . . .
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February 24, 2008 05:07 AM EST --
A touch of solitude left in the glass
With whittled down silence losing its grasp
As dawn starts to echo and strumming its tune
And misty eyes sense nothing left to lose
For these decisions came . . .
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December 12, 2007 02:54 AM EST --
The wayfarer said I have no clue
Why time is so fickle in its hue
Or to tell of past that's not undone
For dust is gathered from races run
I said what purpose is anything . . .
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December 09, 2007 07:59 PM EST --
Why should I wallow in the dusty grave
Of a yesterday I could never change
Shouldn't those raindrops no longer erode
This beautiful morning I now behold
When did my childhood pretend . . .
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