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    <title>Poetic Release</title>
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    <pubDate>Fri, 08 Jan 2010 17:46:50 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>New Snow</title>
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 If you can get past 
 The commuting, the shoveling 
 The slipping, the sliding 
 The snarled traffic and all the “important things” 
 There is something incredible about . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 08 Jan 2010 14:11:28 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-08T14:11:28Z</dc:date>
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      <title>SAID DOYLE.</title>
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      <description>Drink up, have another, said Doyle,  I have much to tell you before the  Old evening takes to its wings and  We return to our wife’s fond arms  And liquid kisses. Micheal Magee  Laughed and sank . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 08 Jan 2010 13:31:48 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Terry Collett</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-08T13:31:48Z</dc:date>
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      <title>DID I TELL YOU.</title>
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      <description>Did I tell you about that time  I was caught up in the snow  And waited for hours on end  For someone to turn up on the  Building site and no one did 
  And I was left standing there  Watching the . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 08 Jan 2010 08:12:01 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Terry Collett</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-08T08:12:01Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Naturally wrong turn</title>
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  Flight of pain  
 
 
  
 
  
 
 Strange is the flight of pain; a soft kitten chases 
 it up a tree; I can see amidst raindrops 
 falling everywhere, falling chaotically. 
 Clouds cluster on . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 08 Jan 2010 00:56:24 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-08T00:56:24Z</dc:date>
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      <title>No Substitute</title>
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      <description>  
   
 While Winter nights provide happy hours 
 Of storytelling and ballads 
 Of deeds of days gone by 
   
 They are no substitute for summer nights 
 The winking of fire flies, . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 07 Jan 2010 18:49:39 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-07T18:49:39Z</dc:date>
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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>Every Poem</title>
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      <description>  
   
 Every true poem is a love poem 
 Whether it brings joy, 
 Or illumination or heartbreak 
   
 1/7/2010 12:20 PM 
   
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      <pubDate>Thu, 07 Jan 2010 18:32:48 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-07T18:32:48Z</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 
  . . .</description>
      <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>True Awakening</title>
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      <description>  
   
 True awakening is never taught 
 The teacher helps the student 
 To recognize it in himself 
 By whatever means necessary 
 By whatever means possible 
   
 1/6/2010 8:49 PM . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 07 Jan 2010 01:55:56 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-07T01:55:56Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Practicing stability</title>
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      <description>Burdens of the void  
 
 
   
 
   
 
 The last brick falls from my homeless house, 
 light, dry, russet. Instead of drowning, 
 it swims in life, liquid life; splashes. 
 My father is still shifting . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 07 Jan 2010 00:57:42 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-07T00:57:42Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Most Valuable Thing in the World</title>
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 A student asked, “Teacher what is the most valuable thing in the world? 
 Beyond doubt he was expecting some pearl of great wisdom 
   
 The teacher responded, “ . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 06 Jan 2010 19:11:51 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-06T19:11:51Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Theotokos</title>
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 Theotokos, Christakos 
 Violent arguments of bygone days 
 Riots in the streets, heads broken, people killed 
 Now just a foot note in history 
   
 Will the “Great Issues” . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 06 Jan 2010 15:03:42 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-06T15:03:42Z</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>The Essence of Woman</title>
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      <description>The Essence of Woman 
   
 By 
   
 Joanne M. Doyle 
   
 In the warm, wet, nurturing darkness, 
 She waits until it is her time. 
 Suddenly she is being forced 
 Into unfamiliar territory. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 06 Jan 2010 05:15:08 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-06T05:15:08Z</dc:date>
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      <title>I Want To Write</title>
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      <description>I Want To Write 
 
   
 
 By Joanne M. Doyle 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 I want to write poetry that will make a difference 
 
 
 I want to write poetry that will touch the soul 
 
 
 
 
 So many people . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 06 Jan 2010 04:48:54 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-06T04:48:54Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Suspicion Haiku</title>
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      <description>Death torments parents 
 mysterious murder unsolved 
 clues lie in her bones</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 06 Jan 2010 04:15:30 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Jennifer Lee</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-06T04:15:30Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Ballads of nothingness</title>
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      <description>Heart out on a fight  
 
 
  
 
  
 
 My shirt is torn by your acid, your hatred. 
 I bow before the allegations, the rage; 
 feeling insignificant, inadequate. 
   
 An owl hoots to a metropolitan . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 06 Jan 2010 01:01:30 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-06T01:01:30Z</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>High Lonesome ( a Re-print)</title>
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      <description>High in the Rockies 
 
 
 Blanketed now with snow 
 
 
 Often unmarred even by 
 
 
 The tracks of animals 
 
 
 Is the High Lonesome. 
 
 
 
 
 Late in the Spring 
 
 
 When the snow has . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 19:30:25 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-05T19:30:25Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Reflection</title>
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      <description>  
   
 The moon is beautifully reflected 
 On the surface of the pond 
   
 But try to seize it 
 And all you will get is wet 
   
 1/5/2010 12:07 PM</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 17:13:20 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-05T17:13:20Z</dc:date>
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      <title>As a Lover</title>
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 The lady said I describe the U S as one describes a lover 
 How could it be otherwise? 
   
 From the gritty complexities of the great cities 
 To the sweeping foreverness . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 13:48:16 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-05T13:48:16Z</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>Obscure, Unknown</title>
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      <description>  
 Though dark clouds obscure the moon 
 The moon is still there 
 Though unknown circumstances 
 Keep you from me 
 You are still present in my heart 
   
 1/5/2010 12:26 AM</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 05:33:47 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-05T05:33:47Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Unseen black outs</title>
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      <description>Black outs  
 
 
  
 
  
 
 I breathe mist. The tunnel of winter spreads for 
 fallen leaves, wintry angels, fading vagrants. 
 I breathe mist while everything blackens; 
 evanesces. Here, at this . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 00:53:28 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-05T00:53:28Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Sometimes</title>
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 Sometimes in a self-reflective mood 
 I realize that my work is much like 
 Raindrops on a tin roof 
 Making a bit of noise 
 But of little consequence 
   
 1/4/2010 6:29 PM . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 23:38:50 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-04T23:38:50Z</dc:date>
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      <title>On the Planes ( reprint)</title>
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      <description>  
   
 If you stand very still In the twilight 
 That time that the Irish call the soft part of day 
 And just relax you mind 
 You can experience all sorts of wonderful things 
   . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 21:24:41 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-04T21:24:41Z</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>Rolling Thunder (These are the animals the government is planning to slaughter)</title>
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      <description>There wasn’t a sign of a rain cloud 
 
 
 In that clear Montana sky 
 
 
 But you could hear a sound like rolling thunder 
 
 
 From canyon walls so high. 
 
 
 
 
 You could feel . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 18:19:56 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-04T18:19:56Z</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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