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One Liners | Moment With My Daughter | Joan Of Arc (A poem Bluesy wrote abt me) | My Love For Her | The Angel Of Death | Roses | Love In The Night | I Can't Feel You | Brain Wash | Thinking Of Your Face | Your Kiss Is a Drug | Erm.. Trash Collector? | Always A Day Late | Hair color Sandy... | Never enjoyed... | We have so much in common | Sundays | Love In Haiku | Distracted | Love and Fax | Staring at the sky | A Hellish Night in Frisco | Taking It Easy This Time | The End Of Me | I Saw Love | The Calm Before | Some Love Advice | Embers Of The Sun | The Greatest Feeling | Play The Queen Of Hearts | I Fear Men | Don't! | His heel passed the door... | I broke both our hearts | You Looked At Me | You looked into my eyes... | Thistles tickle me...Madam Fontenay | Heaven and Earth | Did you...| Eight Months | You looked love in the face | Sitting by the phone | Silver platter | At night | A poem that is so true | Spring Love | On his death bed | The Single Rose | I don't want to love or care anymore |
Note that most of the poems here are taken from my membership days as a poet at the PoetryBoard. It was a chatboard where we converse in poetry and hiakus. It was a real challenge because some of the members were really good. I've tried to put a name to the poems although there were many that I couldn't remember. Most do not have titles, as like I've said, they were our conversations and conversations do not come with titles. I've tried giving them one but still some are better without. : ) See if you can guess which ones were written by me.
Sitting by the phone

I sat by the phone waiting
Intently
Seconds went by
And minutes turned to hours
I sat there
Leaning on my palm
Staring so hard
That my gaze mixed
All existing colors.
I couldn't see straight anymore
I just wanted,
no, needed to talk to him
My fingers kept tapping
And my sighing became
less intermittent
I went to sleep...
Filled with anger and sorrow.
Why didn't he call?
The next day....
I got ahold of him
and he was with my very good friend
All the day long
And I sat there so many hours...
Staring at the silent telephone.

- Piano hands
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