TinasPoems for Friday, September 12, 2008

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Friday, September 12, 2008

Freedom

Freedom I wonder what it really means, to say that we are free. Our world is slowly dying as we look, but cannot see. Killing and hunger fly free amoung our streets. Do we try to grasp it as it flies over us so fast? Or, do we pray that it will not last? Love is the only true freedom amoung us, to... Sign in to see full entry.

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The Sea

The Sea The tide comes in and goes out again, and with it brings life, without end. It washes up crabs, starfish and weeds, and shells of the homeless from which other life feeds. It smashes the cliffsides with great abandon and roars at the sand like a loud blasting cannon. I long to just be there... Sign in to see full entry.

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In Memory

This poem was written by my brother, who passed away from a massive heart attack on 09-22-2002. He wrote it to a woman he was in love with at the time. When I told him I was in the process of writing a book of poetry he asked me if I would put it in the book, it could be like a tribute page with his... Sign in to see full entry.

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