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    <title>Poetic Incarnations</title>
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    <pubDate>Thu, 07 Jan 2010 23:00:04 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>CRIME &amp; PUNISHMENT.</title>
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      <description>Removing tobacco from Daddy’s butt ends, he Rubbed them down into A tin that Mother kept her Loose coins in, and liberating  
 
 
  Two cigarette papers from Daddy’s Rizla pack, he Painstakingly, . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 07 Jan 2010 18:43:35 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Terry Collett</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-07T18:43:35Z</dc:date>
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      <title>HIS MOTHER SAID.</title>
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      <description>Mother tanned his backside  For peeing in the box of toys,  Her large hand, he remembered,  Whacking the dust from his short  Trousers and the devil from his  Soul, or so she had said, and that 
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      <pubDate>Thu, 07 Jan 2010 12:18:36 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Terry Collett</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-07T12:18:36Z</dc:date>
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      <title>UNWINDING WOOL.</title>
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      <description>Put your arms out straight  And keep them steady, Mother  Said, placing the wool over your  Outstretched arms and slowly  Unwinding the wool into a ball,  As you gazed at her working  Hands, the nimble . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 07 Jan 2010 08:54:54 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Terry Collett</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-07T08:54:54Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Hay-Ku of the Day (Mental Myopia)</title>
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      <description>Step back mentally And you will see All things in Their Proper Context. 
 Step back mentally And you will see you are not What you think you are. 
 [Rich Note: The “short focal length and narrow . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 06 Jan 2010 19:33:57 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Richard Hay</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-06T19:33:57Z</dc:date>
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      <title>SMOKESCREEN.</title>
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      <description>I’ve seen the old priest take A pint of porter myself, and He’d not say no to a Jameson If it were offered by some kind Parishioner who happened to Be in the bar at the same time As the . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 06 Jan 2010 09:46:40 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Terry Collett</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-06T09:46:40Z</dc:date>
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      <title>I have...</title>
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 I have seen the glittering of the rain  As it caught the light of the sun  I have seen moonbeams peep through clouds  Just before the day has begun 
  My eyes have seen wondrous rays  Of winters . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 21:17:06 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Johnny Gregory</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-05T21:17:06Z</dc:date>
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      <title>FALL FROM GRACE.</title>
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      <description>Father Francis held the host Aloft his head, the key words Had been said, Mrs O’Toole Observed him and his every Move, her keen eyes taking In the dull whiteness of the Host, the fingers of the . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 20:45:33 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Terry Collett</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-05T20:45:33Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Moon draped by cloudy sky - From My Ramblings...</title>
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      <description>  
 Moon draped by cloudy sky 
 In between peaks thoughts surround 
 Breeze passing explains 
 Meanings of words not spoke 
   
 Nature allures a nature's ail 
 See know whats not 
 Wishes . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 11:48:51 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Satya Jell</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-05T11:48:51Z</dc:date>
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      <title>GOSSIP.</title>
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      <description>Mrs Fitzgerald was the great Leveller; she brought everyone Down to her size with the sharp Scythe of her tongue. Did you See the Moran man come to his  
 
 
  Home blinded by the drink last Night? . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 07:35:02 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Terry Collett</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-05T07:35:02Z</dc:date>
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      <title>JOGGED MEMORY.</title>
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      <description>Brother Thomas had whacked More boys buttocks that any Other teacher, Flint remembered Lying in the bed, watching Nancy Walk butt naked to the toilet across  
 
 
  The bedroom floor and slipping Out the . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 19:04:51 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Terry Collett</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-04T19:04:51Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A WOMAN'S FATE.</title>
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      <description>If you played your cards Right you could have had Her, Davitt said, sitting comfy In the snug, his hand round a Glass of Jameson, his eye on Moonan who sat opposite  
 
 
  Sipping his porter like . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 12:21:58 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Terry Collett</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-04T12:21:58Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Hay-Ku of the Day (Outside the Box)</title>
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      <description>Life outside the box Of mental experience Is Paradise Found. 
 Life outside the box Of conceptual matters Is self-transcending. 
 Life outside the box Of self-reflective thought is Beyond conception. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 10:26:47 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Richard Hay</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-04T10:26:47Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Unnamed Piece</title>
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      <description>It's coming do you feel it, that charge that stirs the air before change lands at your feet.   The air is dancing wildly all about.  It's floating and dancing across the ground.  . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 01:00:28 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Charles A. B.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-04T01:00:28Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Saturday Writing Essential 1/02/10: What Have You Done!</title>
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 Here are the responses to last week's prompt: 
   
 
   Singing My Way Through Life, SatWE by    Elsie Duggan    . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 20:03:07 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Atticus *.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-02T20:03:07Z</dc:date>
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      <title>SINEAD &amp; FINN.</title>
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      <description>Sinead showed her beauty Undressed in her bed, lying  
 
 
  Beside Finn, who in his sleep, Spoke some other’s name, but  
 
 
  She sexing it hot, heard it not, But in her own over the top  . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 19:54:58 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Terry Collett</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-02T19:54:58Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Journey I started - From My Ramblings...</title>
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      <description>Journey I started 
 Somewhere along the way 
 Started to expect destination 
 Realize not all has to be that way 
   
 A life when me embraced 
 Certain sounds together 
 I found me communicating . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 19:19:57 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Satya Jell</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-01T19:19:57Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Weather The Storm</title>
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    Weather The Storm    
 
 
     
 
 
  In my vision,  
 
 
  I walk alone in the middle of a sand storm,  
 
 
  Footprints flow through the breeze,  
 
 
  A gray mirage swirling . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 17:14:35 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Rony J.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-01T17:14:35Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Auld Lang Syne</title>
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      <description>Old acquaintance, 
 Not forgot, 
 But burned 
 In memories, dear, 
 Brought to mind, 
 As oft' as not, 
 By words, 
 We seldom hear. 
   
 Happy New Years, 
 New beginnings, 
 A traced clear line, . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 16:33:43 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Ron (in complete sheeple overload) W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-01T16:33:43Z</dc:date>
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      <title>TELL FINN.</title>
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      <description>And don’t forget to tell Finn I want him home in Time for dinner, Auntie Said, her words following You down the stairs and Into the street, your small Legs racing along to Paddy’s Bar, . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 11:02:22 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Terry Collett</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-01T11:02:22Z</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>GREETINGS</title>
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  The songs are the same  
 
 
 
 
   
 
   
 The songs are the same  we sing in our hearts. 
 The trees are the same 
 Those we foster in our gardens. 
 The waves are the same 
 Those climb . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 18:08:08 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>vijay kumar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T18:08:08Z</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>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>A drift in norms of stay - From My Ramblings...</title>
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      <description>A drift in norms of stay 
 Something has left leaves down bare 
 For green to yellow become next day 
 Someday's promise that they will grow again 
 Being plucked and fallen yet another day 
 Eternal . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 03:40:14 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Satya Jell</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T03:40:14Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Descending Notes (Repost-the first one wouldn't allow comments.)</title>
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      <description>  
   
   
 
 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>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>
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      <dc:creator>Terry Collett</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T09:33:27Z</dc:date>
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      <title>I find it hard to keep - From My Ramblings...</title>
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      <description>I find it hard to keep 
 A whirl churns inside of me 
 Detered to express in words 
 Burns in anguish every part in me 
 Hard I do yet find to say 
 Say but what I dont believe 
 Anger is not of you . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 02:49:46 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Satya Jell</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T02:49:46Z</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>SEAMUS &amp; FINN.</title>
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      <description>They’re not to be trusted, Moaned Seamus. Who? Asked Finn, lifting his eyes From his glass to the bar, Where two young women Sat, their legs showing from The thighs down. Women, Seamus said, . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 19:09:32 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Terry Collett</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-29T19:09:32Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Toxic</title>
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      <description>Your poison seeps into me 
 Organs shut down, 
 as the bittersweet concoction 
 takes hold. 
 I should have escaped 
 when the door was open. 
 Now I’m stuck 
 in a windowless room. 
 with no way . . .</description>
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      <dc:creator>Cheryl W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-29T15:54:22Z</dc:date>
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