Tag: gather
group name: passionatepoetry
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November 17, 2008 06:46 AM EST --
Moon for a girl
Passionate moon is reducing
to a pale disk, deep down the dim
tunnel of night. "Don't go." Still moon
peters out. A pitcher-glass, full
with potent . . .
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June 07, 2008 02:32 PM EDT --
I should have listened when they said you where trouble,
Not to get to know you because you would put me under your spell.
That very spell that blinded me of your faults
And of your manipulation . . .
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November 21, 2008 10:53 PM EST --
Un time ly Sa n ta
Let's play Santa with the backyard children.
It is early fall with ashes and golds.
Touch the heads with hazel hairs, careless
tussle with them, offer sweets . . .
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November 07, 2008 09:46 PM EST --
The flight of the phoenix
Part 8, streets of a new city
The crimson lights begin to flash,
the streets of a city with their
million lives are being . . .
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November 23, 2008 12:11 AM EST --
Everything returns
"Returns are welcome"
is written over the sealed envelope
of his life. His first pet,
which came from near-death
and with his help,
became . . .
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November 30, 2008 06:40 AM EST --
Can not finish the pain
What is happening today?
Every path is running towards
a window with a blue curtain, pale blue.
The quick-motioned men
are blending into another.
A death can . . .
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December 01, 2008 06:36 AM EST --
Smile
"Your writing. You are so serious."
"Seriousness is my alter ego."
He says.
A smile spreads on him.
© 2008 - All Rights Reserved . . .
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November 24, 2008 06:30 AM EST --
Answer of the heart
Still you would have said you don't care.
The suitcase has been fed with his signs of life.
A crow at the window sill
is warning you of a loss. Agony.
Moments are . . .
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November 26, 2008 10:39 PM EST --
No "no entry"
In a deserted sole
of a wasted shoe
a snail can find its home.
It can begin anew.
Have you learned something from
the snail on the subject
of ownership, . . .
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November 06, 2008 09:40 PM EST --
The flight of the phoenix
Part7, past faces future
The bird comes here for crumbs.
The glory of past is
shimmering as the setting sun
. . .
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August 07, 2008 09:42 AM EDT --
A ctress
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The clotheshorse, old and scruffy holds
the array of her dresses. She needs them.
She needs them even more than foods
to satisfy her half . . .
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November 20, 2008 08:54 AM EST --
Telescope
Blue is blending into blue, indigo,
heliotrope; ancient stars are melting
together into the ultimate formless.
A night through this telescope rekindles . . .
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November 21, 2008 09:11 AM EST --
Rainbow competetion writing
Gray particles move
The dusts of thought settle on top
of the bleak table strewed with scraps.
Look at the window, the gray sky
can be seen like an old . . .
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October 15, 2008 10:38 AM EDT --
White blank you were
The white paper keeps a steady stare
at me. It's fair void is rousing something
within. "What are you looking at? Do not!"
still, . . .
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November 25, 2008 08:05 AM EST --
A dinner to be thankful of
A dinner to be thankful of
The brown corpse of crispy bird is just out
of the touch of fire, in its breast
the gluten free fillings are warm like the . . .
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November 16, 2008 08:54 AM EST --
Alison's Ali e n Cat
A blue room with shadows hovering over
in a conspiracy mellows itself in
this Sunday morning. The feline do not like . . .
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November 29, 2008 04:49 AM EST --
Darjeeling u nlimited
Gradually the Darjeeling unfurls itself.
The weak sun like a tuberculosis patient
comes out of the cloud of sanatorium.
The piazza is broadening with tourists, . . .
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November 11, 2008 06:40 AM EST --
Tropic of cancer
( To John Beck who could have written this better)
The burning carbuncles cruelly smiles.
They have the faces of assassins, broad, witty,
sharp, . . .
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October 07, 2008 07:23 PM EDT --
So much locked up inside.
I have no words.
I am invisible.
Fear paralyzes me, at times from dusk to dawn.
I feel intruded upon and lonely at the same time.
I fear the things I love and love . . .
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November 28, 2008 08:07 AM EST --
Rescued from A scene of t error
Albeit forgiveness has never been
put to test this far,
still he can feel Bodhi* is gaining
lead very slowly.
His feet, naked, at first cringe . . .
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