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    <title>Poetic expressions</title>
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    <description>Recent Articles on Gather by Poetic expressions</description>
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    <copyright>Copyright Gather Inc 2009</copyright>
    <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 17:05:24 GMT</pubDate>
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    <dc:rights>Copyright Gather Inc 2009</dc:rights>
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      <title>Greatest Gift</title>
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      <description>  
   
 Someone asked the Buddha 
 “What is the greatest of all gifts? 
 The World Honored one answered 
 “To be born a human being” 
   
 1/1/2010 11:41 AM</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 16:52:21 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-01T16:52:21Z</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>Mary, the Mother of God</title>
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      <description>  
   
 “And Mary kept all these things 
 Reflecting on them on her heart” 
 Mary the Mother of God 
 Mary the Mother of contemplatives 
   
 1/1/2010 9:25 AM</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 14:33:22 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-01T14:33:22Z</dc:date>
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      <title>New Year Resolution...........a poem</title>
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      <description>A New Year resolution, what the heck for? 
 It lasts usually one month, and then nothing more. 
 I want to earn big bucks, 
 I want to spend less. 
 Resolutions are always made , but then we soon . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 08:42:55 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Cherry Popsicle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-01T08:42:55Z</dc:date>
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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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      <description>  
   
 
  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>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>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>Letters - WWE,</title>
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  My dear son,    
 
  Dexter, I must tell you, how you got your name . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 07:57:55 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Elsie Duggan</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T07:57:55Z</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>The New Year looks bright - Santa was kind this year....</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977969501&amp;grpId=3659174697239346&amp;nav=Groupspace</link>
      <description>Twenty-seven years ago my first husband and I separated. It was just a few weeks before Christmas and I really thought that it was going to be a very depressing holiday season that year. 
 My children . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 02:19:01 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Lorelei aka:Ladymermaid</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T02:19:01Z</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=3659174697239346&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T00:23:58Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Salvation Dedicated to Just Me</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977969279&amp;grpId=3659174697239346&amp;nav=Groupspace</link>
      <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=3659174697239346&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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 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>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977969210&amp;grpId=3659174697239346&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T21:49:54Z</dc:date>
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      <title>'Dance of the Solar Wind' - a short album (16min) of 5 pieces</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977969193&amp;grpId=3659174697239346&amp;nav=Groupspace</link>
      <description>(Gather won't accept  Jamendo's beautiful widget  so that you can play the album here -Jamendo widgets post everywhere else - even on my Facebook page!, but if you click on the direct link you'll go to . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 21:27:39 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Brenda Clews</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T21:27:39Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A Road Inside My Heart</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977969024&amp;grpId=3659174697239346&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>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977968840&amp;grpId=3659174697239346&amp;nav=Groupspace</link>
      <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>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977968840&amp;grpId=3659174697239346&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <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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      <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>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977968701&amp;grpId=3659174697239346&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <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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      <description>  
 
 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>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977968398&amp;grpId=3659174697239346&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Greg Wright</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T13:17:39Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Peace Is Within</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977968582&amp;grpId=3659174697239346&amp;nav=Groupspace</link>
      <description>A trickle of my mentality On to paper; through my pen A trickle of my mortality Common, simplistic; indifference 
 An unfathomable fate; strange Foreseen through ignorance and hate An utterly undeniable . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 13:09:15 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Peter O.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T13:09:15Z</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>
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      <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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      <description>  
   
 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=3659174697239346&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>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T05:20:26Z</dc:date>
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