Tag: poetry on life
group name: passionatepoetry
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September 20, 2008 02:50 PM EDT --
Rain in Cups
I remember that time when we stood in a distant place
The way the trees were so thick they hid the sky
And our hearts beat hard there in the midst of . . .
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June 19, 2008 10:39 AM EDT --
THE EDGES OF ME
Where am I?
Lost somewhere
between yesterday
and
tomorrow
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I have become
deaf
and
blind
to the Now.
. . .
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March 25, 2008 11:22 AM EDT --
He has no calendar
His cheap cigar burns to suppress smells.
A moment of respite and a strike
To light up the smokes from a death-stick.
Now a young sun leans on blue terrace. . . .
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March 26, 2008 10:46 AM EDT --
To the psychiatrist
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Tell her who is resting on your couch,
A cliché we live
Spread amid the movements of planets, . . .
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March 30, 2008 06:26 AM EDT --
Insecurity
The bike and its rounds,
Everyday at this time,
The sound like a child
Whining in insecurity.
Air fiddles with her hair who
Stands at the balcony.
From there the . . .
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April 11, 2008 09:34 AM EDT --
Snippet -I
His dull scissors fell from a hand too old.
The red dirt of a village road ahead.
The village barber's hairs flow in arid air
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April 20, 2008 12:15 AM EDT --
Faces of death
Sunset, now, on my window begging to write it
A purple suicide note.
'Come on write it for yourself.' I may have uttered.
Selfish-man as I am
Or a man who . . .
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April 23, 2008 02:47 PM EDT --
A night ride
A sweet breeze touches the face, plays with locks,
The car moves with the light and shadow of night.
The torn blanket drawn over by side street
The breeze becomes . . .
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April 08, 2008 11:38 PM EDT --
A m oment of truth
Disappointment flies amid the eternal sky
Great as it might be it can't surpass one dusk.
She climbs up a steeple, chases a gust of wind
That . . .
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April 10, 2008 09:12 AM EDT --
He knows pain
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He let them take his advantage,
Plunder the soft tissues of heart.
The eyes hurt to conceal dark brooks.
They pick him so easy and taunt. . . .
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April 18, 2008 09:01 AM EDT --
The power-cut at the main street
Outside, the sound of pollution rises.
Midday, hustling around for nickels, sweats.
The power-cut has picked up a book,
The words dance before PC-eyes. . . .
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May 05, 2008 01:22 PM EDT --
Those waiting eyes
The wait of rain has been soaked in meadows.
The warmth of a fragile hand is still on
The support of the porch. A pair of eyes,
Tired and looking beyond, now is not . . .
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April 02, 2008 10:40 AM EDT --
Buddha's fire
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Buddha's hand enters into fire.
Rattling guns and vomiting death,
Rounds and rounds of limitless war,
Buddha walks with thirst through . . .
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April 13, 2008 04:48 AM EDT --
summer of the bird
Like the bird the next door neighbor
Has left in your care
During their vacation
And you have fallen in love with,
Summer months of long nothing
chirps . . .
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April 20, 2008 12:27 AM EDT --
Snippet - II
The inventions of do-gooders to hair, skin, teeth
Even age
Lie on the dressing table with double mirror.
She overlooks
The creeping shadow of time on the pane. . . .
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May 26, 2008 12:54 PM EDT --
Words of a sea
Words of a sea spoken in close whispers
It is an avid proponent of sky.
I wish I could lift my face to sky, blue.
Instead I decide to watch the death-pain
. . .
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September 08, 2008 09:16 AM EDT --
Towards darkness
A dusty cart with pineapples heaped up
The crème
of the sun on the sand.
A pencil thin shadow
of a girl in excessive red.
The splash of water . . .
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November 12, 2008 11:08 AM EST --
It wasn't in my head
To change your life, or mine
For that matter
With that first kiss
That "tore you out of the frame"
Pressed its red hot brand
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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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August 12, 2008 07:11 AM EDT --
Cherry tasted
( to karl.c. klein)
Not so new in relationships.
It is him. A bird. Free.
Has his blue. And sky.
She has to take a long walk
down the cloud road to build one. . . .
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