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    <title>Borders Open-Door Poetry</title>
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    <description>Recent Articles on Gather by Borders Open-Door Poetry</description>
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    <pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 07:14:07 GMT</pubDate>
    <dc:date>2010-01-02T07:14:07Z</dc:date>
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    <dc:rights>Copyright Gather Inc 2009</dc:rights>
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      <title>He knows pain</title>
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      <description>  

     He knows pain     

     ===========     

 He let them take his advantage, 

 Plunder the soft tissues of heart. 

 The eyes hurt to conceal dark brooks. 

 They pick him so easy and taunt. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 10 Apr 2008 13:12:18 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977306606&amp;grpId=3659174697251750&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-04-10T13:12:18Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A Dream- short story</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977307122&amp;grpId=3659174697251750&amp;nav=Groupspace</link>
      <description>All around her the fall leaves fell in beautilful twirling shapes making small shadows dance upon the redened floor. The forest seemed to come alive as she wandered in and out of the trees, her white . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 10 Apr 2008 23:55:13 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Silth Ravenstring</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-04-10T23:55:13Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Simplicity forebears a name !!! PPOW</title>
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      <description>To take timely by the forelock the  

  science of keeping names not forasmuch  

   a myriad experience of common sense !  

  That my father did on the contrary to the  

  'Popular opinion . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 28 Mar 2008 17:36:47 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Sujata (funnily 'Suji' ) S.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-03-28T17:36:47Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Notice Me!</title>
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      <description>Epiphany 

 I know things are alright 
 That the path we are on now 
 Has lead us to a smoother course 
 Once filled with rocks 
 And bristles and thorns that covered our socks 

 To watch you bathe  . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2008 02:22:30 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Alysha Renee'</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-04-14T02:22:30Z</dc:date>
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      <title>I'm Back</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977317206&amp;grpId=3659174697251750&amp;nav=Groupspace</link>
      <description>Today i'm comming back, i'm being true and that's that. I'm going to the place from before, now not to know what to look for. Because i have given up my reason there, and now i see him . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2008 11:27:14 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Matty D.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-04-14T11:27:14Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A coat,not hers</title>
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      <description>   A coats, not hers  

  ( a poetry that begins at the words I have stolen with permission from the master writer K.c.Klein)  

 A coat, not hers wraps the little body 

 Crouched it twists down . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2008 13:01:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977324893&amp;grpId=3659174697251750&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-04-16T13:01:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>the face</title>
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      <description>    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, . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 17 Feb 2008 07:27:44 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977260306&amp;grpId=3659174697251750&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-02-17T07:27:44Z</dc:date>
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      <title>i am keeping it simple</title>
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      <description>     simple    

   

   Look at your arms   

 And, at your prey. 

 &amp;quot;It is worthy of troubles.&amp;quot;- 

 Can you now say?</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 17 Feb 2008 08:18:56 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-02-17T08:18:56Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Prey</title>
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      <description>   
 
   By the window of the funeral and florescent flower   

   See, the face of her.   

   The hunger does blend with grief.   

   She comes out to stand at a outstretch porch, stand stiff. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 07:10:09 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977259614&amp;grpId=3659174697251750&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-02-16T07:10:09Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Mommy, Why?</title>
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      <description>(I'm republishing some of my old poems) 

   

 Mommy, why is the sky so blue? 

 Why do I look like you? 

 Why are you really tall? 

 Why am I just so small? 

 Why can't any dogs talk? . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 17 Feb 2008 15:38:07 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>sheila ~the hapless housewife~ j.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-02-17T15:38:07Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Life Interrupted</title>
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      <description>Remembering when she wore a size nine 

 Kept her nails and hair done all the time 

 There barely was a time when she had to borrow a dime 

 But somewhere down the line 

 She got caught up with the . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 17 Feb 2008 23:16:51 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977260792&amp;grpId=3659174697251750&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Tamara Anderson</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-02-17T23:16:51Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Don't want to stay,Scared to leave</title>
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      <description>Packing and unpacking, you're leaving but you don't know when 

 Don't want to face what needs to come to an end 

 Not ready to cry on the shoulder of a friend 

 Not ready to start all over . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 17 Feb 2008 23:24:53 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977260804&amp;grpId=3659174697251750&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Tamara Anderson</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-02-17T23:24:53Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Pavlova's Folly</title>
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      <description>  

 The poem on the subway card 

 Spoke of desire, recall and regret 

 And said, essentially 

 Love regretted was not true love 

 Love remembered was trivial love. 

 Vera Pavlova, woman of my . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 18 Feb 2008 12:33:46 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Harold  Lorin</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-02-18T12:33:46Z</dc:date>
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      <title>How will he know?</title>
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      <description>    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 . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 18 Feb 2008 14:42:31 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977261256&amp;grpId=3659174697251750&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-02-18T14:42:31Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Alas my Heart</title>
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      <description>  

  Alas my heart! Alas,  

  the song has been forgotten...  

  Your children run to and fro  

  in this awful land of Goshen.  

  But my troubles trouble no one;  

  And my sorrow runs into . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 18 Feb 2008 07:36:05 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Bekah W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-02-18T07:36:05Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Torn pages</title>
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      <description>    T    orn pages     Torn pages from daily dreams and diaries.   

 They are all scattered on the blue carpet. 

 Pick up a piece and wet your palm 

 The color of blue digs deep roots within.  . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 19 Feb 2008 13:08:26 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977262130&amp;grpId=3659174697251750&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-02-19T13:08:26Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Baby Steps (swc: blink; Cinquain)</title>
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      <description>Baby Steps   

 Afraid 
 To even blink 
 For fear that I might miss 
 Those first triumphant steps forward 
 Fearless 

 Copyright © February 19, 2008 

 ~ DragonSoul  

 @ 

 ~ Poet's Nook . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2008 01:44:26 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977262722&amp;grpId=3659174697251750&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>DragonSoul !.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-02-20T01:44:26Z</dc:date>
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      <title>mails</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977263077&amp;grpId=3659174697251750&amp;nav=Groupspace</link>
      <description>  Mails 

   

 What time is it in U.S? 

 I am at this side of world 

 Bowed before roaring sea, 

 Thousands of miles in between, 

 My fingers fumble on keys. 

    Go ether! Carry my . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2008 15:00:18 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977263077&amp;grpId=3659174697251750&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-02-20T15:00:18Z</dc:date>
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      <title>I Miss It</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977263577&amp;grpId=3659174697251750&amp;nav=Groupspace</link>
      <description>I miss what i had before. I miss when I saw you even more. Where you we here and i was near. When it was just an everyday thing, when we would go to chorus and do more than sing. I miss those very akward . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2008 01:46:33 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977263577&amp;grpId=3659174697251750&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Matty D.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-02-21T01:46:33Z</dc:date>
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      <title>My Special Man</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977264495&amp;grpId=3659174697251750&amp;nav=Groupspace</link>
      <description>(I'm republishing some of my poems)  

   

 &amp;quot;Mommy! Monster!&amp;quot; my baby wails 

 And into his room I quickly sail 

 I pick him up and hold him close 

 His monsters are real, I . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2008 22:33:56 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977264495&amp;grpId=3659174697251750&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>sheila ~the hapless housewife~ j.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-02-21T22:33:56Z</dc:date>
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      <title>homebound city evening</title>
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      <description>     Home bound city evening    

   

   The    Anubis    sits at the door.   

 Yonder, the spell of rising moon... 

 The city with sighing fogs... 

 Look back at it and feed the Anubis  . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2008 15:46:11 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977265061&amp;grpId=3659174697251750&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-02-22T15:46:11Z</dc:date>
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      <title>scar</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977265066&amp;grpId=3659174697251750&amp;nav=Groupspace</link>
      <description>  

    S      car    

   

   A flaw down a valley of   

   Human soul.   

   I am talking on the scar,   

   The blemish,   

   Down the left chin of the girl.   

   Observe it,   

 . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2008 15:49:52 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977265066&amp;grpId=3659174697251750&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-02-22T15:49:52Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Rhapsody - A poem</title>
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      <description>Rhapsody     

     Dressed in perpetuity     

     Awaits us in dwellings     

     Built on the shores     

     Of tranquil rivers     

    Of honey gold, wine and pure white . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2008 20:12:57 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977265338&amp;grpId=3659174697251750&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kamran Qureshi</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-02-22T20:12:57Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Once more</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977260649&amp;grpId=3659174697251750&amp;nav=Groupspace</link>
      <description>Once more I want to ride the carousel, 
 whose galloping ponies' bright-painted thighs undulate and sing to my core, 
 and yet fear shrieks: hold fast the pole, hold fast the pole, hold fast the . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2008 23:12:49 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977260649&amp;grpId=3659174697251750&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kathryn E.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-02-22T23:12:49Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Amnesia on the bed</title>
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      <description>  

   

Amnesia arose 

   

 I never pardoned you to wake me 

 With a splash of grief 

 Thrown on my closed eyes. 

 Arose I found me amid wetness. 

 A bed of ocean, 

 The salt of . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 23 Feb 2008 09:12:38 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977265825&amp;grpId=3659174697251750&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-02-23T09:12:38Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Kindness Twisted (rictameter)</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977263760&amp;grpId=3659174697251750&amp;nav=Groupspace</link>
      <description>    

 16 February 2008</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2008 05:29:54 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977263760&amp;grpId=3659174697251750&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kate Keeley</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-02-21T05:29:54Z</dc:date>
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      <title>I See - A Poetic Questioning</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977266335&amp;grpId=3659174697251750&amp;nav=Groupspace</link>
      <description>I See. - A Poetic Question that who it is meant for will never see. 
  
  
 When I look into your eyes, I see. 
 I see each sunrise in the dawn, 
 when there's no light at all. 
  
 I see warm weather . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 23 Feb 2008 22:29:03 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Ashley B.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-02-23T22:29:03Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Of All the Fish in the Sea...(Ottava Rima)</title>
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      <description>Of All the Fish in the Sea...   

 Set out in the world with you new wife 
 I know this is what you think you wanted 
 Be careful to not forfeit your life 
 Her own selfish motives are teasingly flaunted . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 25 Feb 2008 12:17:50 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977267660&amp;grpId=3659174697251750&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>DragonSoul !.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-02-25T12:17:50Z</dc:date>
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      <title>mute flute</title>
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      <description>   Mute flute  

   

   Welcome. Please have a drink on the porch,   

   Welcome, dear evening.   

   Beg your pardon for slurred voice.   

   Pardon the gathers of moist   

   On my black . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 25 Feb 2008 13:20:52 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977267693&amp;grpId=3659174697251750&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-02-25T13:20:52Z</dc:date>
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      <description>It was 7 p.m. and Ben stood under the street lamp, waiting for the last train home. 
     

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