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    <title>Nature Poetry</title>
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    <copyright>Copyright Gather Inc 2009</copyright>
    <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 08:08:33 GMT</pubDate>
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    <dc:rights>Copyright Gather Inc 2009</dc:rights>
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      <title>RENEWAL (A New Year Miniature)</title>
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      <description>My dearest ones –  
 
 
 
  After a prolonged hiatus, I’m finally back on Gather. These last weeks were very difficult for me, both personally and professionally, but my main goal has been . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 18:43:49 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Svetlana Goryacheva</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T18:43:49Z</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>National Security Issue</title>
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 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>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>Drums Of Love</title>
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    Drums of Love      
 
 
     
 
 
  The plain field turns down a clear path to exaltation,  
 
 
  Countless time we spent mesmerizing inside twilight.  
 
 
  I imagine . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 00:53:01 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Rony J.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T00:53:01Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Temptation</title>
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 For those who live alone 
 Especially at holiday time 
 There is a temptation 
 To write sad verses about loneliness 
 But that is really stupid 
 Not because they are not . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 21:47:15 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-29T21:47:15Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Bard Speaks</title>
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      <description>The Bard Speaks 
   
 As the winter closed in 
 And the people gathered around the harth 
 The Bard rose to speak 
   
 “If we had the ears to hear to hear 
 What stories would the . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 05:11:07 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-29T05:11:07Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Holiday rains on you</title>
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  Holiday    rains on a reserve forest  
 
 
  
 
  
 
 A winter rain passes; I pick up a deer 
 with a broken glass curse cast under its feet. 
 The rivulets of muddy blessings run as 
 I coax, . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 01:01:01 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-29T01:01:01Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Summoning Bell</title>
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 The Old Monk plodded along through the snow storm 
 His only possessions the begging bowl 
 Symbolizing his total dependence on God 
 The wax wood staff symbolizing 
 The strength of his Faith . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 17:24:19 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-28T17:24:19Z</dc:date>
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      <title>How Many More?</title>
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 As the Old Monk walked the highways 
 And byways of the towns and villages 
 Seeing the Christmas lights and hearing the carols 
 The question crossed his mind unbidden 
 “How . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 27 Dec 2009 16:40:32 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-27T16:40:32Z</dc:date>
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      <title>This One Last Time( repost another cowboy poem)</title>
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 He sat straight and tall in the saddle 
 As he had for sixty years 
 But now the pain in his belly 
 Filled his eyes with tears. 
   
 He topped the ridge and looked down 
 . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 27 Dec 2009 13:21:20 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-27T13:21:20Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Bucking Horse (a repost)</title>
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      <description>Once there was a bucking horse 
 
 
 That they said no man could ride. 
 
 
 He was big and strong and his eyes were keen. 
 
 
 He was the color of rawhide. 
 
 
 
 
 The bareback riders . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 27 Dec 2009 04:05:31 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-27T04:05:31Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Beautiful Words</title>
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    Beautiful Words    
 
 
     
 
 
  Love always struck a cord  
 
 
  Between me and our intimates desire  
 
 
  All my life I only needed you,  
 
 . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 27 Dec 2009 03:54:38 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Rony J.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-27T03:54:38Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Memorable Saturday Afternoon</title>
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 In a rainstorm that seemed to whisper 
 “Build and Arc” 
   
 With food shopping that demanded to be done 
 I hate shopping 
   
 With a back aggravated by . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 26 Dec 2009 21:42:04 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-26T21:42:04Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Drought</title>
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 There are droughts when the rain is withheld 
 And people, animals and plants wither 
 And grow weak and some pray for death 
   
 Yet there is another kind of drought, a drought . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 26 Dec 2009 15:08:10 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-26T15:08:10Z</dc:date>
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      <title>In The Road of Fire</title>
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    In The Road of Fire    
 
 
       
 
   
 
  Beyond the clouds  
 
 
  Sits a throne of silence  
 
 
  Where many thrive  
 
 
  To see a true illusion of life.  
 . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 26 Dec 2009 12:24:25 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Rony J.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-26T12:24:25Z</dc:date>
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      <title>True Meaning</title>
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 Many claim to know the true meaning of Christmas 
 And preach lofty sermon explaining it to other 
 Willingly enter into sometimes acrimonious debate 
 With anyone who sees it differently . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 26 Dec 2009 05:25:45 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-26T05:25:45Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Solitude of a Winter Night</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977962423&amp;grpId=3659174697256707&amp;nav=Groupspace</link>
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 Wind sighing through the bare trees 
 Snow crunching under foot 
 Snowflakes drifting in the air 
 First quarter moon rising 
 No poem from this Bard 
 No wise word from . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 25 Dec 2009 05:43:50 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977962423&amp;grpId=3659174697256707&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-25T05:43:50Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Solstice Joy</title>
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      <description>}⸰ɷ⸰{ 
 Want to bring all of the spark and growl you’ve shared with such finesse 
 to all those we know, and all those we don’t, that they might stir it into 
 a large batch of the sweetest . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 24 Dec 2009 16:54:48 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977961861&amp;grpId=3659174697256707&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Adrian Eve Revenaugh</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-24T16:54:48Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Wondering</title>
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 He had written thousands of words 
 But he wondered 
 How many she had heard 
   
 12/23/2009 11:36 PM</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 24 Dec 2009 04:41:44 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-24T04:41:44Z</dc:date>
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      <title>True Sight</title>
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      <description>  
   
 Men and women look at the world 
 And see turmoil, fear, discouragement 
 Threats of war and the massing or fearful weapons 
 Of melting glassier and drought 
 And are "distributed . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 17:36:11 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-22T17:36:11Z</dc:date>
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      <title>In The Valley of Tears</title>
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    In The Valley of Tears    
 
   
 
  In constant pursuit of happiness, the solace of  
 
 
  Intimate escapes . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 13:47:31 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Rony J.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-22T13:47:31Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Yule</title>
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      <description>  
   
 The shortest of days 
 Darkness seems to triumph 
 Yet even in its seeming triumph 
 Lie the seeds of its destruction 
 Moment by moment the days grow longer 
 Moving towards the . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 05:05:28 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977958107&amp;grpId=3659174697256707&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-22T05:05:28Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The simple Gardener</title>
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   The Gardener   
 
 
   
 
   
 
 The gardener, with an indifferent field; 
 with a fistful piquant seeds analyzes 
 probability. A village, a company, 
 an existence or existences depend . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 21 Dec 2009 01:08:15 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977956166&amp;grpId=3659174697256707&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-21T01:08:15Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Who is Greater?</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977955850&amp;grpId=3659174697256707&amp;nav=Groupspace</link>
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 The host or the guest? 
 The parent or the child 
 The ruler or the subject 
 The slave or the master 
 The employer or the employee? 
   
 Think for a moment 
   
 Without . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2009 19:56:03 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977955850&amp;grpId=3659174697256707&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-20T19:56:03Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A Question</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977955087&amp;grpId=3659174697256707&amp;nav=Groupspace</link>
      <description>  
   
 It’s still snowing 
 The brandy is almost gone 
 What shall we do now? 
   
 12/19/2009 7:27 PM</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2009 00:35:48 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977955087&amp;grpId=3659174697256707&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-20T00:35:48Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Wall</title>
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    The Wall    
 
 
           
 
 
     
 
 
  Bones cordially flowing through courtships sending  
 
 
  Mixed signals inside the drums of love  
 
 
  The river has spoken . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 19 Dec 2009 23:32:20 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977955042&amp;grpId=3659174697256707&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Rony J.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-19T23:32:20Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Proper Occupation</title>
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      <description>  
   
 On an afternoon such as this 
 With the wind howling and the snow falling 
   
 The only proper occupation is 
 To sit close to the beloved 
   
 To sip fine old brandy . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 19 Dec 2009 20:13:20 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977954886&amp;grpId=3659174697256707&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-19T20:13:20Z</dc:date>
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      <title>My Story</title>
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    My Story    
 
 
     
 
 
  On a blink of kiss,  
 
 
  The manifestation of cells brought  
 
 
  A sense of love at my door steps  
 
 
  Whispers . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 19 Dec 2009 03:11:05 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977953991&amp;grpId=3659174697256707&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Rony J.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-19T03:11:05Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Sound of Her Voice</title>
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      <description>Aye, the sound of her voice 
 Though long not heard 
 Is as sweet a memory to him 
 As the summer breeze 
 Perfumed with honeysuckle 
   
 12/18/2009 11:22 AM</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 16:27:38 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
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