Tag: poetry
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November 03, 2009 08:55 PM EST --
To one who hates criticism
The only performance beyond
any offer of betterment
lies there in peace. Quiet dead.
© 2009- C opyright reserved Kushal Poddar . . .
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September 24, 2008 10:02 AM EDT --
http://www.slate.com/id/2188042/
poem: A weekly poem, read by the author.
" The Names " By Joe Wilkins
Posted Tuesday, June 3, 2008, at 7:00 AM ET
Listen to Joe Wilkins . . .
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November 05, 2009 08:40 PM EST --
A letter from anyone
A letter has been thrown from the window
of a white girls’ school-bus to no one
in particular and the glory
belongs to all the boys. The letter . . .
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June 19, 2009 04:11 AM EDT --
SEXUAL SERVITUDE
(a snippet to someone very special)
©Rob ert C Burnham
Smelling
Fragrance in your
Hair
Sweet nothings in
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September 10, 2009 07:19 AM EDT --
Elegy
Evening comes with homing birds.
The flying wings are slowing down.
Memories want to fill the gaps
at this moment; hunt for pieces
scattered in a room we visit . . .
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October 29, 2009 09:34 PM EDT --
Tastes like life
A drop of gold on your tongue; roll it;
savor the flavor; this is what we
are made of…the taste of the moments.
The bar, . . .
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July 26, 2009 10:18 AM EDT --
forgetting history
(To Richard Lynn Livesay)
We have measured the river and the flood
by the rise and fall of the moon’s lonely
empire each night. When the high tide . . .
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June 07, 2008 03:45 PM EDT --
This is an open access Googleable site(despite having to have a password to get all the way in) and once your work is Googleable, it's considered published. No longer exclusive. No editor will . . .
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October 03, 2009 07:52 AM EDT --
Hearing a festival
The promotional colored handbills
are in a fancy flight of freedom.
Roads cheer; wind blows; children dance, couples.
These are the special . . .
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October 12, 2009 09:35 PM EDT --
Noiseless Sunday
A glow bug flew onto the tip of my finger;
flaming stories of the briny days burned and burned.
The woman we share in our life turned a page of
‘A death in the family’; . . .
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October 14, 2009 09:38 PM EDT --
haiku for granny
rain drops on the sun
they bring the heads together
sunflowers
© 2009- C opyright reserved Kushal Poddar (reprinting . . .
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October 15, 2009 09:43 PM EDT --
gifts of this season
Gifts are still wrapped under a tree
on an island amidst a river
flowing through our house. A trite bridge
quivers; strong wind this . . .
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October 17, 2009 09:42 PM EDT --
evening sings on the last ferry
The yellow lights flicker on the waves,
an addition to the evening,
an addition to the river’s tide.
Count the changes, the . . .
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August 03, 2008 10:52 PM EDT --
IT WILL TAKE A LIFETIME
It only take seconds
to mold your image in my mind.
It take minutes to sculpt your body
to imagine your hair touching my lips.
It is . . .
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September 21, 2009 06:57 AM EDT --
what lies beneath
Permafrost reveals; she, on this Sunday morning
over a marmalade on toast, sheds her pelt.
The pelt is brilliant with spots of pink care
and white peace on a blue dream . . .
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October 04, 2009 09:45 PM EDT --
calendar for my friend
Numbered are the days.
Bring the new calendar.
A bash is going to be
organized at home.
Is it your home or mine?
Does . . .
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November 02, 2009 08:58 PM EST --
one for the postman
The postman knows your name; his bicycle
and the benign dog’s habitual barks
flow on and over the eloquent roads.
The postman . . .
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November 17, 2008 06:46 AM EST --
Moon for a girl
Passionate moon is reducing
to a pale disk, deep down the dim
tunnel of night. "Don't go." Still moon
peters out. A pitcher-glass, full
with potent . . .
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November 21, 2008 10:53 PM EST --
Un time ly Sa n ta
Let's play Santa with the backyard children.
It is early fall with ashes and golds.
Touch the heads with hazel hairs, careless
tussle with them, offer sweets . . .
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February 10, 2009 09:45 PM EST --
Sunrise tea stall
I stir the aromatic dream
in a cup of warm Darjeeling.
The friends and foes are all present;
the morning tea stall wants to tear
the masked news reported in . . .
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