Tag: a diary is personalpoetry
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March 08, 2008 01:02 AM EST --
They arrested pa!
The storm on the northern sky
He eyes the yellow painted door,
Fingers quivered on touch of
The ancient woods and red bricks.
The crisscross of the net . . .
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February 29, 2008 09:49 AM EST --
Tears of an angel
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Winding up his wings
He sits on the steep end of the temple
The angel.
Down there people,
People touching
The marvels of ancient . . .
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March 03, 2008 08:12 AM EST --
The ant
An ant with its provisions,
The shade of rain on anthill.
Looking at it you have learned-
Someone's leftover can save
Lives.
Crushed letters are getting drenched, . . .
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March 10, 2008 10:45 AM EDT --
Ascent of a human
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A yellow star with love and power shines.
Rays are all I need at this moment of
Cactus grown on the uterus of mind.
To the sun . . .
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March 14, 2008 09:55 AM EDT --
Sickened heart
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Hand extends to touch yours and
It passes beyond
Only the wetness stays on.
Without a loss of
Something closer to this heart
You cannot . . .
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January 30, 2008 09:24 AM EST --
True blue of dreams
A white pigeon and a black pigeon
On a distant T.V. antenna,
Just now sun comes down upon its wings
Pecks and eats peanuts out of my hand.
One has unveiled . . .
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January 31, 2008 08:05 AM EST --
Satan' s labyrinth
Released from Satan he came out
To do a good work.
A good work?
A good work?
The sun smiled on the face of perplexity,
The run of the day on a city . . .
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February 01, 2008 09:55 AM EST --
Come back roses
The roses were bought on their anniversary.
The red of passion,
The head turning red of lost youth,
Remarked, "why now a days smells of roses
Are not so . . .
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February 02, 2008 01:27 AM EST --
Winte r
Bowing trees and feet touching winter
She had a walk with her heart;
"It is so tough to decide.
It is a swim through cold sun."
She uttered about . . .
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February 04, 2008 08:30 AM EST --
The cooking class
She tells you
That kitchen is a place
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February 07, 2008 09:55 AM EST --
Nice girls donot fl y
The echoing voice a distant crow
Down in the valley of papers
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February 09, 2008 02:14 AM EST --
His village house.
Ducks gather to share foods,
A pool of lost dews,
On the green lie our numb minds.
Minds evaporates to form
Gathering distant . . .
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February 11, 2008 12:03 AM EST --
Her stories untold
Very nearly love.
She has told.
Anger erupts a volcanic scream,
He breaks down,
Goes moon
Only for a limited time. . . .
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February 12, 2008 01:03 AM EST --
Into Subconscious wilderness
He knew he was of the wild.
Never told anybody,
Not to his mother, in dream.
Not to the girl from town
Who once said him, crazy child! . . .
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February 13, 2008 12:00 PM EST --
Climbing down
The dark stair had scared her.
Mother's bosom used to be sought.
Solace, oh, deep solace!
A space to bury head
Like an Ostrich. . . .
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February 17, 2008 02:27 AM EST --
The face A face he has seen somewhere.
A face without a nametag,
Waves of memory's ocean
Becomes unruly in vain.
Some faces do not have names.
He surveys its known features, . . .
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February 18, 2008 09:42 AM EST --
How will he know?
He, an innocent, age three
Wakes up dead to see
A hand and its ten fingers,
How have they done it?
The first hunt and the first hand . . .
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February 27, 2008 06:56 AM EST --
Rains on the vegetable patch
Sickened, it came waning
From the up North, land of ice.
Feverish cloud, it came only
To ebb at your windowpane.
Rain; rain on your . . .
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March 07, 2008 07:41 AM EST --
At that moment
A clear sky imitating
The playground from green years,
Soft sounds of dropping weapons,
The herds and soldiers are breathing
Hard. Their zombied hands quiver.
The . . .
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March 07, 2008 07:43 AM EST --
The bird
A bird sat on the windowsill
And saw,
We are running after metals and papers.
A bird never understood.
It flew to eat a nice juicy maggot.
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