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		<title>From My Inner Geek to Yours</title>
		<link>http://www.writerscafe.net/poetry/2007/12/19/from-my-inner-geek-to-yours/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Dec 2007 05:00:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Kevin McDonald</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[[This is the last "Ask the Geek" for 2007, since the Stratford Star (the newspaper that publishes it) is going to sleep for the holidays. I thought it would be fitting to end the year with a technology-related holiday poem. I hope you enjoy it.] The tree and the presents all sparkled with light. My [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Teirnan&#8217;s Rose</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 23 Mar 2002 17:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Kevin McDonald</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Description: This poem was written for a newborn baby boy, Teirnan, for his &#8220;awakening&#8221;. It was presented to him with an artificial rose. The purpose of the celebration was for his family&#8217;s friends to give a token to the newborn so he would know he was surrounded by friends right from the beginning. Rating: G [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Redstone</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Feb 2001 17:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Kevin McDonald</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Description: Very short poem, written in 2001, inspired by eight years of marriage and Redstone, Colorado. I have a soft spot for this one. Rating: G *** River freezing like the Memory of yesterday And hurried along over Rounded stone and fallen branch while Fingers twist around each other Chasing innocence But finding hope In [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Conduct</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Feb 2001 17:00:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Kevin McDonald</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Description: Short. An experiment with words, embracing oxymoron and trying to &#8220;show&#8221;, not &#8220;tell&#8221;. Rating: G *** Bright light steadies The gaze of those Whose resolve had landed them there. A tumultuous whisper in The palm of a hand Flung precisely to shoulder’s height. One note, a command Begins the unleashing Of caged dots and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Connection Problem</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Oct 2000 17:00:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Kevin McDonald</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Description: Free-verse.  This is the latest I&#8217;ve written.  I wrote it on Friday the 13th, based on an event that happened that same day.  It was a creepy event.  I hope it comes across that way. Rating: PG *** The phone rang several times Before I decided she wasn’t home. My grandmother, strong in will [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Bypass</title>
		<link>http://www.writerscafe.net/poetry/2000/10/10/bypass/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Oct 2000 17:00:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Kevin McDonald</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Description: A short, free-verse piece Rating: PG *** Sitting in his favorite chair Smoking a cigarillo And then bam Within hours, his chest is a gaping cavity of activity Doctors and technicians Poking, Prodding, Cutting, Breaking, Tearing, Sucking, Rubbing, Massaging, Sewing Borrowing parts from the leg To mend the chest Jesus, we’re interchangeable And he, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Few Haiku</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Oct 2000 17:00:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Kevin McDonald</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Description: Just what it says it is. I felt like writing silly haiku one day. Rating: G *** Bankruptcy pending The flowers are pretty, here Think I’ll stay a while Beautiful Labrador Suddenly attacking throat Now I’m not so sure Steam from my coffee Rising gently in the air Vapor of my morning Laying on [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Unhealthy Relationships</title>
		<link>http://www.writerscafe.net/poetry/2000/09/25/20/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 25 Sep 2000 17:00:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Kevin McDonald</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Description: A ballad. Tragic comedy? I&#8217;d love to have your comments on this one! Rating: PG-13 *** Our love, grown cold, had long since been replaced No heated passion ever could revive And in the daily old ballet we danced We both kept secrets, so we could survive I’d met her on a trip to [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Cold Feet</title>
		<link>http://www.writerscafe.net/poetry/2000/09/21/cold-feet/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Sep 2000 17:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Kevin McDonald</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Description: This is a strange little free verse piece. I found it when I was going through some documents on a laptop. I&#8217;m pretty sure I wrote it just so that my wife would say &#8220;yuck&#8221;. This is one reason never to lay in bed with a laptop computer. (By the way, it&#8217;s supposed to [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Last Things That Went Through My Mind</title>
		<link>http://www.writerscafe.net/poetry/2000/09/14/the-last-things-that-went-through-my-mind/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Sep 2000 19:00:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Kevin McDonald</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Description: This could be considered a ballad. This is the third and last in the &#8220;first-person suicide&#8221; series. Rating: PG-13 *** Beautiful yellow the sun that is shining Beautiful blue in the sky overhead Beautiful green in the grass all around me Beautiful red from the hole in my head Interesting life that delivered me [...]]]></description>
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