Category Archives: poetry

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  Moment

  Posted on March 22, 2005 by gigigriffis in poetry

  For a moment, there is joy For the freedom found in letting go. For a moment, there is peace, For the heart that holds its breath. But the moment never lasts. I am bound again, by a slight smile. I am bound again, by these arms around me. I am bound again, by the heart [...]

  
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  Your Touch

  Posted on March 21, 2005 by gigigriffis in poetry

  Bring me carried to Your feet On this stretcher I have owned So long So long Through the roof and split the crowd Before You I lay helpless On my own ideas My own ideas And I realize that only You can heal me And I realize I don’t deserve it at all And I [...]

  
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  Bottles

  Posted on March 17, 2005 by gigigriffis in poetry

  Picnicing with broken bottles Sunset sliding down the shoreline Grab the neck and pull it nearer I press its lip to mine. But broken bottles cannot fill me, Though I’m weary and I’m willing. They hold nothing though you fill them, Time and time again. For a moment stop believing All the lies in all [...]

  
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  Poem for the English Major

  Posted on March 17, 2005 by gigigriffis in poetry

  Oh, dear language, how I adore thee, Allow me to list the ways: Your veluptious verbs enrapture, My heart lavishes, languishes, lays. Oh, dear language, how I adore thee, Your dearest nouns do drive my heart –Thistles, teardrops, vibrant songbirds— From which I couldn’t bear to part. Oh, dear language, how I adore thee, Your [...]

  
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  How Could I?

  Posted on February 24, 2005 by gigigriffis in poetry

  In the space of a heartbeat I could break apart these plans To switch tracks for this train But some stories only time can tell And I hear Your voice: “patience and trust, dear child, patience and trust.” And how could I not? I have tracked and backtracked Time and time over Wondered and worried [...]

  
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  Dear Heart

  Posted on February 7, 2005 by gigigriffis in poetry

  Dear Heart Like the stars in the sky Shining from so far away, and yet— Piercing through deepest blackness To reflect in the eyes of a child. As the ocean, roaring, –Violent and strong— Yet with generous gentleness, To wrap about our ankles. Like the rain as it falls, Without inhibition, to unforgiving ground; But [...]

  
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  Ode to the 217

  Posted on May 4, 2004 by gigigriffis in poetry, things i like

  The 217, our open-door policy hospitality room, is about to be vacated. We lose our first member on Thursday, and have already lost much of our decoration and belongings. The room is emptying….slowly, slowly…and a new chapter opens in only a few days. But, to express my undying love for this room, the memories it [...]

  
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  Passio

  Posted on May 1, 2004 by gigigriffis in poetry

  Passio humanity bleeding wounds of past di(s)gressions— Del personas horribles quien rompen el mundo wounds belonging to another -to His accusers – betrayer – to the deserving pounded into His body Por que? Para nosotros? Por que? Unreasonable reason loves the haters even after the kiss on His cheek antes de todo eso despues de [...]

  
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  Two Poems

  Posted on April 28, 2004 by gigigriffis in poetry

  Down It Hope mixed with disappointment (shaken and stirred up) Salt-poisoned rim: tilt your head and down it– Your self-made arsenic emotions fermented when you bottled them behind half-empty expressions until the day that hope forgot you were there, and the rim of the glass finally overflows. Searching Meaningless, Meaningless, everything is meaningless… Searching elbows [...]

  
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  Moment

  Posted on April 9, 2004 by gigigriffis in poetry

  I was one with the mud around me, on me, inescapable. inside dripped ceiling to hair, turning strands of curly into tight sticks spirals. Water dirt mingling together to drip from my nose and eyebrows what I had never before known immersed crawled lay covered inseparable from myself. engulfed. The cave was dark and small. [...]

  
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