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| Username: | kevin urenda | |
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| Member Since: | Fri Apr 27 22:06:07 2001 | |
| E-mail: | kluless70 at hotmail dot com | |
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| Blender Board: | 172 comments | |
| 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 |