Tag: poem
group name: mydirtylaundry
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August 05, 2008 09:44 AM EDT --
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Pa! Will you bring a gun for me?
He feels a shiver but smiles all the same.
A gun in a childish dream is not what
it makes him think. Or is it some inner
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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 . . . more
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May 19, 2008 02:31 AM EDT --
The abused (the dust and the future)
The upturned walls of his mind throbs.
Each flash cuts and pastes scene from past.
Small palms grasp bed sheet, new and crisp.
Eyes water too . . . more
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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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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 . . . more
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May 28, 2008 02:18 AM EDT --
X-marked spot
The yellow tape, taut and rigid, cordons the place.
Hush has a sound of it and is colored in gray.
Crows and curious men flocking to peep in,
Face the dark smell . . . more
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August 08, 2008 08:33 AM EDT --
Boat on a pastel sea
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A pastel sea of straight waves, of waves that can be
controlled. The tiny boat drawn with four lines dares.
Its proud . . . more
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August 04, 2008 10:14 AM EDT --
Monday knot
The shadow of a cloud on the
second floor window. With his eyes
shut, he can see a river streaming.
The sounds of ripples rise from
down bellow. . . . more
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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?” . . . more
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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 . . . more
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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 . . . more
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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 . . . more
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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. . . . more
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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 . . . more
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July 28, 2008 09:15 AM EDT --
Mystic Forest _1
A smell that we cannot sense
in our city orb
creeps in, green flag of it flies,
wins over our heart.
“what will be available
for dinner this night?”
“Wild chickens . . . more
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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 . . . more
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July 31, 2008 07:02 AM EDT --
Spirit of hate (Tall Tales Thursday)
“Why do you come back?” your whispers
sound so queer! A candle burns. Shades.
The rickety table sweats. Air
is balmy. His answer comes in
a slow drone, . . . more
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August 01, 2008 07:44 AM EDT --
Snippet on this rainy morning
A glassful of mist.
This morning, night is with me,
coming to the work.
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Oh, ma!
On the face of the . . . more
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August 03, 2008 06:10 AM EDT --
She
enters
without a knock.
Stays forever.
Inside this mind.
Inside this life.
Inside this livelihood. . . . more
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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 . . . more
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