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    <title>Barbary Wants To Read Your Poetry</title>
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    <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 07:43:28 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Snow Escape</title>
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      <description>Although the air is brisk, the sky is bright  
 
 
  I lay on the pure white blanket of snow  
 
 
  Feeling the cold seep into my body  
 
 
  Freezing my senses, enveloping my soul   . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 05:55:29 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Angie O.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-01T05:55:29Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Renga: January's Form-of-the-Month for Mindful Poetry</title>
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      <description>We've been together for almost a year and a half.  There's been  great learning and sharing of work--some raw, some polished--all valuable.  This month we move into collaboration. In . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 05:52:21 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Susan Budig</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-01T05:52:21Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Hay-Ku of the Day (You Are the Light)</title>
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      <description>The Light by which you See All that appears is the Light of Awareness. 
 Even the Darkest Night is seen in the Light of Awareness You Are 
 Without the Light of Awareness You Are All You See would disappear. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 05:01:12 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Richard Hay</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-01T05:01:12Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Two winged celebration</title>
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  Two winged smiles  
 
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 Smile has two wings. It glides over the glade, wet. 
 Now Mrs. Neighbor will come out. Fresh water 
 will be sprinkled on her precious lawn, a patch, . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 00:51:19 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-01T00:51:19Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Cry</title>
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      <description>If your hands were tied with a wire 
 
 
 
 And put into flames of fire 
 
 
 Would you cry, cry till its burnt 
 
   
 
 If your shoes were ripped off your foot 
 
 
 And given to your boss's . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 18:56:52 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Noble Chinwendu</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T18:56:52Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Defining Love</title>
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  Love, Given, Taken, Placed  
 
 
 
 
 
  Love is when you take your heart and  
 
 
  Give it to someone;  
 
 
  Be it friend or fellow human,  
 
 
  You are empty till it’s done. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 18:42:25 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Greg Wright</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T18:42:25Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Reflections~</title>
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      <description>It's been quite a path of the hominid detached 
 
 
 the hominid retranced 
 
 
 the hominid in act 
 
 
 inactions digging down 
 
 
 actions reaching up 
 
 
 caught in a petard where one would think . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 16:56:35 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Purrrrrrrrrrr~Genki dashite~Nantoka naru-yo! S.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T16:56:35Z</dc:date>
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      <title>AT KENNEDY'S.</title>
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      <description>Did your da ask you For the ciggies? Kennedy Asks, his nose holding Onto a piece of snot, his Lemony eyes giving you The big stare, the chin  
 
 
  Stubbly and grey, the Mouth, a deserted Cemetery . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 16:02:26 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Terry Collett</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T16:02:26Z</dc:date>
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      <title>We Are Prisms and Reflections of Light Source</title>
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  Living Waters  
 
 
 
 
 
  I sit on a hill overlooking a lake,  
 
 
  Sunbeams like diamond sparks glisten;  
 
 
  Prisms in my mind; breathing in stillness,  
 
 
  Birds sing; I quietly . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 15:50:45 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Greg Wright</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T15:50:45Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A Decade Ends</title>
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 A thousand stories, koans, and teaching tales 
 Trace through my mind and yet 
 I cannot put even one to paper 
   
 Beset by what I will always think of 
 As the Decade of . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 15:15:15 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T15:15:15Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Morning</title>
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 A cold gray dawning 
 Snow is falling, wind howling 
 A winter morning 
   
 12/31/2009 8:01 AM</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 13:07:32 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T13:07:32Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Forever On The Eve Of Tragedy Pt. 1 "When memories turn to poison"</title>
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      <description>In times like these, memories become poison. 
 Seeping into a fresh wound. 
 Bringing an infection of sadness. 
 She sounds crazy on the phone. 
 Speaking in fragments and broken thoughts. 
 Her fear . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 10:46:30 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>alone in the dark but happy</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T10:46:30Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Endless Year</title>
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      <description>Lack of movement has left my soul dying, 
 tumbling around in my head. 
 I give up on this shattered wisdom, 
 can't succumb to this sense of dread. 
 Still you're just thoughts and whispers, 
 rattling . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 09:59:24 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>alone in the dark but happy</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T09:59:24Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A New Year's Eve Admonition to Poets</title>
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     An automatic poem     
 
 
     always sits in the closet     
 
 
     and waits......while     
 
 
     the . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 05:17:32 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Atticus *.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T05:17:32Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Rain on a world of the third kind</title>
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      <description>Rain on a world of the third kind  
 
 
  
 
  
 
 A healthy baby born in a power cut; 
 three men hovering over it to retrieve; 
 cold water clogs the paths. Whispers and screams float 
 like . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 00:23:58 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977969404&amp;grpId=3659174697255379&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T00:23:58Z</dc:date>
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      <title>RitualsInBlend~</title>
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      <description>Between a blue moon 
 
 
 and a sun gasping for the horizon 
 
 
 velvet reclined 
 
 
 blaze saturated 
 
 
 she played the navel orange across the skin of her palm 
 
 
 rolling citrus fluids to penetrate . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 23:35:56 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Purrrrrrrrrrr~Genki dashite~Nantoka naru-yo! S.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T23:35:56Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Salvation Dedicated to Just Me</title>
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      <description>Your words paint the world in vibrant hues. 
 Your words are harmonious, exquisite, timeless. 
 Your words feed my mind and nourish my soul. 
 Your words are the song in my dance. 
 Without your words, . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 22:48:23 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977969279&amp;grpId=3659174697255379&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Jennifer Lee</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T22:48:23Z</dc:date>
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      <title>National Security Issue</title>
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      <description>  
   
 Unless you have explosives 
 In your shorts 
 Or a bomb in your bra 
 Why should you object 
 To a full body scan 
 Especially when for many 
 Taking off all their clothes 
 Is phase . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 21:49:54 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T21:49:54Z</dc:date>
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      <title>~The Letter~</title>
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  She read, reread his words over and over again finally, crushed the letter crumpled and fell like wet, heavy snowflakes . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 21:23:07 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>JustMe ~I'm happy to be~</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T21:23:07Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A Road Inside My Heart</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977969024&amp;grpId=3659174697255379&amp;nav=Groupspace</link>
      <description>Last night when I saw you by the garden wall 
 Feeling sour, feeling pour and I drew you close and rise 
 Held you up, dried your wet eyes 
 I felt nice inside, in the dead winter 
 I'll tell you why. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 19:03:14 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Noble Chinwendu</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T19:03:14Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A vision and a Vow</title>
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      <description>As winter’s icy grip settled in 
 The Bard Sat alone, 
 The staff of power across his knees 
   
 As he half dozed he felt the staff 
 Begin to vibrate and then to throb 
 And a vision . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 16:49:06 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T16:49:06Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Descending Notes (Repost-the first one wouldn't allow comments.)</title>
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 Descending Notes 
 
   
   
 
 The hidden place - 
 
 
 Where I lick cinnamon, 
 
 
 White hot darkness, 
 
 
 Un-gated. 
 
   
 
 Gated.  Juggle my life . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 14:52:56 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Barbary Chaapel</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T14:52:56Z</dc:date>
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      <title>In Memory of My Father...</title>
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 To My Father, Who Walked Into Heaven 
 
 
 Easter Sunday, April 4th, 1999 
 
 
 (Slightly After the First Guy) 
 
 
 
 
 
 My Father can be everywhere, now that he is free 
 
 
 From the chains . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 13:17:39 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Greg Wright</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T13:17:39Z</dc:date>
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      <title>NOVEMBER WALK.</title>
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      <description>They walked you through The woods in the November Snow, you and the other Patients from the locked Ward, out on parole, one  
 
 
  Of the others whispered out Of the corner of her mouth, In case the . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 09:33:27 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977968385&amp;grpId=3659174697255379&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Terry Collett</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T09:33:27Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Love Risk</title>
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      <description>Afraid to dance for fear of falling down, 
 I'm sure you'll catch me before I land. 
 Afraid to love for fear of my heart breaking, 
 I'm as sure of you as I am that the sun and moon rise. 
 Afraid to . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 06:08:25 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977968230&amp;grpId=3659174697255379&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Jennifer Lee</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T06:08:25Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Stripped</title>
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 If all religious literature and discourse 
 Was stripped bare of metaphor, slimily 
 Speculation, inference and conjecture 
 What would be left? 
 The naked truth perhaps? 
   . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 05:36:55 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977968198&amp;grpId=3659174697255379&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T05:36:55Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Speech</title>
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 Much is preached of Emptiness 
 But how can a discourse on the subject 
 Have any value when it is filled with sounds? 
   
 12/30/2009 12:13 AM</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 05:20:26 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977968183&amp;grpId=3659174697255379&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T05:20:26Z</dc:date>
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      <title>SUNLIGHT DANCE</title>
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   SUNLIGHT DANCE   
 
 
       
 
 
   Sun rises softly, The Eastern Sky beckons her With dew dipped fingers....  Morning breeze Meanders through grasses That wave lazily as she . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 04:57:52 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Michelle W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T04:57:52Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A postman for mother</title>
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  Letters, not for her  
 
 
 (To Sunil's mother) 
 
 
  
 
  
 
   
 
 
 Postman brings three letters, none for her. 
 Ten minutes of quiet waiting till she 
 opens the door; her dog barks . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 01:23:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
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