Tag: writing
group name: funandcareerinfo
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August 25, 2008 08:57 AM EDT --
Mist
Morning mist on hills
Seems things don't exist if,
I have not seen them.
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MistII
The place you have not
searched yet is the place it is,
the . . . more
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March 18, 2008 01:55 PM EDT --
Throbbing twilight
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A throb is coming alive,
It faces the cracked mirror,
And dares the reflection.
Jaded image speaks the tongue
Of an alien . . . more
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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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September 04, 2008 08:19 AM EDT --
Travel
His class teacher.
Is he asking
a question?
Just then
he has been
traveling the world
and the world beyond
carried away by
the chirping of an
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March 22, 2008 12:08 AM EDT --
The closed doors.
The closed doors look at his back.
You know they are insignificant!
He will not look back to see nameplates.
The sky welcomes a new wonderer,
A fellow of its eternity! . . . more
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March 24, 2008 10:16 AM EDT --
God in a hot afternoon
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Sun is leaping over the cracked fence.
Light feet of sunlight
Wakes a sick horse chomping a mouthful. . . . more
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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, . . . more
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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 . . . more
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April 05, 2008 08:09 AM EDT --
Rape of a housemaid
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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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March 20, 2008 09:00 AM EDT --
War and pieces of peace
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Dropping parachutes on a land of white jasmines
The fingers tightening the grips on fatal arms,
They do not dare to whisper for the fear . . . more
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August 16, 2008 03:25 AM EDT --
Land
A green pasture. A sheaf of harvest is on
her head, balanced in the way you know. A
lock of coarse hair, boisterous and light brown
obstructing her eyes. Seen her through a glass, . . . more
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August 17, 2008 07:53 AM EDT --
soul
From the unripe fruits
a flavor of innocence
rises, distils soul.
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March 22, 2008 08:16 AM EDT --
Seaside l ore---------------
She strolled down to sea at dead night.
That was the last of her seen, yet.
Legends roamed there and giggled with
Pebbles. Whispers of darkness were
So . . . more
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March 28, 2008 08:09 AM EDT --
A story retold
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Behold the flower stooping upon a flower,
The graves and stones are not cold under a warm star.
The metaphor of grief falls from a brown leaf.
A bold . . . more
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April 02, 2008 11:18 AM EDT --
Shabby rooster
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The smell of burnt milk in the morning,
Parables of domesticities
Rise from the night of an unslept bed.
The tired ring . . . more
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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 . . . more
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May 20, 2007 11:47 AM EDT --
Hey guy!
An opportunity is inviting
You to prove yourself
Get better of every problem.
I know it is deep dark night.
I know it is lot of time to be morning.
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May 01, 2008 08:46 AM EDT --
Island
They say it is five hour's journey to land.
Five hours to see blue and green waves of salt.
Five hours for one blurred picture of seagulls,
Five hours to observe today . . . 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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