Tag: essays
group name: poemsinthesand
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June 21, 2007 07:41 AM EDT --
Good morning Gatherers. This article came to my e-mail this morning from WRITER'S SITE NEWS.
I did check out the web site for guidelines, and they are looking for non-fiction essays only. . . .
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August 15, 2009 06:17 AM EDT --
I have a group that has been dormant for awile. Since Gather cannot seem to take it off moderation and other things better left unsaid I have decided to start moderating this group once again.
If you . . .
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December 25, 2008 06:18 AM EST --
On Evening
The sun has been trying to move
the loose boughs falling over its face,
in vain.
Out of its front door a road goes
to meet the impatient lady
waiting at the . . .
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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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October 08, 2008 11:43 PM EDT --
Long
A touch sometimes crosses a long distance.
Touching the marble, she feels it again.
It is like a field of enormity
rests in between. A cold paddy field that rests
after its prime . . .
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May 18, 2008 01:28 AM EDT --
House...1
Four walls lift it on their shoulder.
Sounds of rain dropping on it was the music
My childhood likes most.
A kite is dangling from its corner.
Roof looks at its brilliant . . .
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May 21, 2008 08:34 AM EDT --
I like it blended
The sweat and the market.
Life on the village is stirring.
The beggar and the thief
Half heartedly handing over
Their loots to the leader.
The vendor . . .
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October 12, 2008 04:34 AM EDT --
Not just a Halloween poem
As I wake up tonight
I find me doomed and cursed
with hunger and deep thirst.
I close my eyes and lick
the last drop of calm, peace;
I maul millions . . .
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October 13, 2008 06:31 AM EDT --
Spring and yellow shine
Torn p etals of life are
floating at the b luer
side of my memoir.
Still it thrives to bloom smiles
on the face of the sun.
A fever in the sky
grasps . . .
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October 16, 2008 11:59 PM EDT --
Sweater
(To Alison H. and her sweaters)
Fog is engulfing some
and then emitting some
of her image. A sweater.
Coming close you can see
the patterns, the . . .
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October 30, 2008 02:07 AM EDT --
Flying
She picks up her fatigue in couch.
Yah. Tomorrow shall always come...
Wings are cut. Still it can fly
amid nights of dreamful universe.
Like a comet, a shooting . . .
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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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December 26, 2008 06:34 AM EST --
H er Own
She has taken a loan,
yet another one.
A second mortgage on her all in all.
Ask her and she will be a river
drenching you with these words.
And the . . .
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June 28, 2008 07:58 AM EDT --
Alike flower ( to Shelbia)
Like a flower I born and die in the same day
And, reborn on the morning next.
Present is like the milk bottle, turns up filled on
Every morning . . .
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September 23, 2008 08:56 AM EDT --
Bigotry and a bird
He closes his eyes,
tries to believe
his sword shall give life
to many more innocents.
He touches his temple
to erase entirety
of his memories. . . .
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June 16, 2008 11:20 AM EDT --
To the quake victims
The tail of the red toy truck can be seen.
If there is any pair of innocent hands
to play with the toy, there is no mind.
Or body.
He holds her quite . . .
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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 10, 2008 09:17 AM EDT --
Inanimately together
It has an inanimate friendship
with the old walking stick.
The friend, the dark brown stick
is always there. After a death
in the family there is nobody . . .
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July 30, 2008 08:54 AM EDT --
Cat eyes
She is in a mood
as she comes today,
sits in this tepid bed.
The mystic eyes sparkle,
a clear message,
“Do not come near”.
You bow
to this ancient animal
who . . .
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October 08, 2008 12:04 AM EDT --
To Harris
(it all mixes and blends in flash backs,- present and past)
Three minutes to five. The clock ticks.
It can not smile. Though human does.
The grand daughter prepares for . . .
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