Tag: language
group name: passionatepoetry
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July 12, 2008 03:10 AM EDT --
Pill s
Sounds of a crow, incessant rippling through the wind
Let her know how much more loneliness can there be.
She picks up the knitting and stumbles at the door
Of memory, . . .
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July 13, 2008 08:37 AM EDT --
A blank call
This road ends in another and she knows
that will somehow amalgamate into
the one now he lives. Sky conjures raindrops.
Hate is what she feels at times. Then again . . .
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July 25, 2008 08:21 AM EDT --
Boatman, How far?
Like a distant dream, the boat alight with
its dim lamps quivering by the winds of
mid river, is threading a golden hem by the bank. “How far?”
“How far will you go, boatman?” . . .
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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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May 29, 2008 08:28 AM EDT --
Stalker
A hand reaches me everywhere.
However more elusive, I become.
The shadow . . .
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May 30, 2008 08:39 AM EDT --
A story turned into a poetry
Like spiders they weave a web. The incidents.
The spring on your garden and the girl who
Lives on selling flesh are meeting somewhere
At some point, . . .
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September 26, 2008 07:26 AM EDT --
Blue waves
A burst of blue,
young fingers
sticky with pink
cotton candy...
Pa has taken
her to sea side.
Her first picnic
after, you know
that happening,
Pa has said . . .
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October 30, 2008 11:47 PM EDT --
The flight of the phoenix
(the part-1, beginning)
The fusions of sounds roam to and fro
upon the pavilion of people
this is the station
. . .
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November 19, 2008 07:54 AM EST --
Shado w cemetery
All the paths are blending towards the cemetery.
Where that old man sits on a broken chair and
pretends to be the keeper of the yard and white
memories. An evening . . .
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August 06, 2008 09:10 AM EDT --
Wednesday Writing Essentials: Catty Kitties
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Soft light and batting lids.
The old man looked at the being.
Nodding he said,
"Days won't go like this." . . .
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November 04, 2008 09:21 PM EST --
Play with sand: To Janet Louise H.
They two play on sand.
It is upon sand my life
thus I have written.
Jewel : To Janet Louise H.
A shaft of . . .
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May 31, 2008 10:13 AM EDT --
This is the result of some dream rising inside after a quarrel with a friend who has importance enough to cause bleeding. At night I dream of a fight and that I am left bleeding at a desert. . . .
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June 02, 2008 07:54 AM EDT --
( This is some body else's dream. Yes, as i explore through the unknown world of dreams of my known individuals, I face this dream seen by a lady living a hard city life and working . . .
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June 23, 2008 11:09 AM EDT --
Change (open the window)
"Open the window."
Someone inside says.
Hands tremble and stop.
The non-habituated windows sound of rust.
The streaks of light those
Are used . . .
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July 01, 2008 09:44 AM EDT --
The Longest Bridge
The longest bridge is the one
built between two human hearts.
The water streams under is cold, dark, distant.
those eyes of two human look . . .
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July 09, 2008 12:08 PM EDT --
Adrift
"Are you silent tonight?"
He knows she won't tell, if she is silent.
She won't tell the reasons.
He should know after so many years
Of living together. . . .
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July 14, 2008 08:03 AM EDT --
Some stories and untold truths to a tourist
Sea strokes the foot of the long dead tree.
Gulls in a galore. How many of them
Do you have named?
And, you have asked . . .
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July 15, 2008 07:38 AM EDT --
Summer, 2008
Open day for clouds.
The park is the reign of the youth,
of the old and dog owners alike.
The girl who is collecting pebbles,
does not have . . .
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July 19, 2008 07:30 AM EDT --
Crème and sugar
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Crème and sugar are a stringent no-no.
He has been advised not to indulge in
drinks and other things
gone with the golden . . .
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July 27, 2008 04:25 AM EDT --
Singing in the rain
The song. Ah, cloud! You have touched the
crescendo again. With a sense
of vague irritation I find
the pebbles on the left side of
my chest is suddenly melting. . . .
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