Tag: poetry
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 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 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 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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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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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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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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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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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, . . . more
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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 . . . more
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June 03, 2008 11:14 AM EDT --
The four musicians in a field
( to Alison and the band)
A note has touched the cloud, just now.
A bird has stopped over thinking
it may find another of its kind.
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June 04, 2008 07:52 AM EDT --
Purple sky(in my head)
Purple sky. Leaves have just turned dark
From the golden. Eyes never tire.
This time they come for medicines,
Close the windows of the gray asylum.
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June 07, 2008 04:12 AM EDT --
The black, the white
( to the drawing by Shirley U Understand Me)
The white, akin to the silence
that falls when she has put on sleep
is spread on the eternity, soft. . . . more
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June 12, 2008 01:13 PM EDT --
Hurt
An unfamiliar breathing
strange is its rhythm. Unstable.
Is it oxygen for life that
is taken in through his organs?
He cannot be sure at this point.
Grievous . . . more
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June 27, 2008 07:50 AM EDT --
Hope? What is it to her?
She presses the top of her walking stick
as if it is the "hope", personified.
Count the number of the thud of its strokes
on the gravel path . . . 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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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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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. . . . 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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