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    <title>Poetry Express</title>
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    <copyright>Copyright Gather Inc 2009</copyright>
    <pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 10:44:03 GMT</pubDate>
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    <dc:rights>Copyright Gather Inc 2009</dc:rights>
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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>Vision Quest (Re post)</title>
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      <description>  
   
 On a mountain ledge that the white man 
 Would someday call Inspiration Point 
 Overlooking a lake that would be known as Jenny 
 Sat a boy. 
   
 No longer really a boy 
 But . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 05:27:18 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-04T05:27:18Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Dreams, Desires?</title>
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 Lady Diana riding across the winter sky 
 Casting her beams enticingly on the sleeping earth 
 Wandering into a bedroom and onto slumbering lady 
 Caressing her face, her neck, her . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 05:12:36 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-04T05:12:36Z</dc:date>
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      <title>That kiss</title>
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      <description>He told me not to wear makeup 
 That it was an ugly thing to hide in 
 He told me I was nothing 
 He told me I brang Joy to his soul 
 We had Nothing in common but a kiss 
 A kiss so passionate leaving . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2009 03:13:37 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Just Tina</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-10-07T03:13:37Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Vulnerability</title>
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      <description>It was a cold Brisk mourning 
 I pushed open the rusty door 
 You stood still there with such lonely eyes 
 My lips part to speak 
 But i stop as you turn away and start to walk up the stairs 
 I feel . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2009 19:26:53 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Just Tina</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-10-07T19:26:53Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Have You?</title>
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      <description>Have You ever loved someone who could never love you back? 
 You would count the days, seconds, and minutes 
 Hoping,Praying that the feeling will grow in their heart. 
 You lay next to them, wanting . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2009 19:16:28 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Just Tina</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-10-07T19:16:28Z</dc:date>
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      <title>lies(snippet)</title>
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      <description>lies         Copyright ©2009 Dawn Kilby    
 
 
     
 
 
  Lies are lies; any other name,  
 
 
  would smell just as sour; sewage;  
 
 
  tongue angrily screams  
 
 
  for honesty's . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 01:49:33 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Dawn (kitty on the wall)</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-04T01:49:33Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Skin</title>
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      <description>There's just something so inviting about 
 The way your soft fingers rhythmically  move across my skin 
 Like sloping mountains, paving directions, sweet songs,and memorable sayings 
 all softly . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 19:02:41 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Just Tina</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-10-28T19:02:41Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Way</title>
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      <description>If you look close enough 
 You can see my arms outstretched towards you 
 You can feel the warm blood running through my hands 
 The way I rub my lips against your neck 
 The way your fingernails dig . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 19:39:23 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Just Tina</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-10-28T19:39:23Z</dc:date>
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      <title>In Your Arms</title>
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      <description>We talked for days 
 Hiding The thought we both hoped for the same 
 We Pretend To only be friends 
 I finally met you 
 And it wasnt like anything I'd imagined 
 I wasnt afraid to admit later what I . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 05:52:02 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Just Tina</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-16T05:52:02Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Wonder</title>
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      <description>Not a day goes by where i dont think of you my love 
 not a night before i go to sleep where your hands clasped into mines 
 not a moment where i dont sit here lusting your sweet lips 
 To run into your . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 06 Dec 2009 04:34:37 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Just Tina</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-06T04:34:37Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The unspoken words</title>
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      <description>He will sit and question 
 what are my wrong doings? 
 Why have I driven the closest to the farthest? 
 If he should really know 
 He should know I miss everything about him 
 His voice 
 His . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 22:34:25 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Just Tina</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-01T22:34:25Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Insane Feeling</title>
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      <description>Its so complicated when it comes to me and you 
 we're so drawn 
 so afraid 
 so hesitant 
 but rather far away 
 I can climb into my bed knowing your thinking of me 
 I can be reassured 
 The pieces . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 22:26:21 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Just Tina</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-01T22:26:21Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Stare</title>
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      <description>I see your presence 
 and I cant help but stare 
 when all these questions start to race through my head 
 They jumble in my mind so rapidly and my curiosity becomes insane 
 im suddenly into a whole . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 01:26:22 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Just Tina</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-04T01:26:22Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Save.</title>
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      <description>the blood from your fingers spurge gushfully onto the sleeve of my shirt 
 The nausea becomes overwhelming to view too long 
 As the creases from your finger tips suffer 
 My body tenses as my mind flys . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 01:32:56 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Just Tina</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-04T01:32:56Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A lake in the boxes</title>
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      <description>Bitter taste of an afternoon  
 
 
  
 
  
 
 A moment streams down the roof. The noise 
 of rain enters. The northern window 
 opens its thirst. Is it you homing? 
 is it you a drenched bird is . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 01:01:37 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-04T01:01:37Z</dc:date>
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      <title>snippet(snippet)</title>
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      <description>snippet         Copyright ©2009 Dawn Kilby   
 
 
     
 
 
  A snippet  
 
 
  is a snippet; any other name,  
 
 
  it would be thirty words or less.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 00:36:59 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Dawn (kitty on the wall)</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-04T00:36:59Z</dc:date>
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      <title>To Brittany Murphy</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977963786&amp;grpId=3659174697243912&amp;nav=Groupspace</link>
      <description>You were a shining star that fell too soon. 
 A bright light that went out like a light. 
 A kind person hit by sudden death. 
 Someone your fans and family will miss dearly. 
 To die so young, a misjustice . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 26 Dec 2009 20:06:29 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977963786&amp;grpId=3659174697243912&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Sheena-kay Graham</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-26T20:06:29Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Bubble Gum Girl</title>
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      <description>Bubble Gum Girl Bubble Gum Girl You twist and stretch Just like real life Bubble Gum. 
 Bubble Gum Girl Bubble Gum Girl You handle so much And yet you don't burst. 
 Bubble Gum Girl Bubble Gum girl You . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 24 Dec 2009 17:38:07 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977961916&amp;grpId=3659174697243912&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Sheena-kay Graham</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-24T17:38:07Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Crucified by Jesus</title>
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      <description>I’ve been waking in pain 
 Waking Insane 
 I’ve been Crucified by Jesus. 
 Living in a world I hate. 
 Wanting death but getting 
 Nothing but hate from 
 Those who should be 
 My aid. 
 I’ve . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 24 Dec 2009 17:35:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977961913&amp;grpId=3659174697243912&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Sheena-kay Graham</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-24T17:35:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Buffalo Dancer</title>
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      <description>Buffalo dancer, buffalo dancer, 
 
 
 Dancing in the fading twilight. 
 
 
 Clad in head and hide and horns. 
 
 
 Spirit reaching to find the herd. 
 
 
 
 
 Bobbing weaving, charging, . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 21:39:15 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977974589&amp;grpId=3659174697243912&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-03T21:39:15Z</dc:date>
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      <title>'tis true...</title>
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      <description>yes,</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 19:03:51 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Dawn (kitty on the wall)</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-03T19:03:51Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Cycle Spent</title>
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      <description>The Yule cycle was spent 
 The twelve days of darkness since the Solstice 
 And the Bard could feel it 
   
 He could feel the light filling his mind 
 He could feel it enlivening and awakening . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 18:06:20 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-03T18:06:20Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Star shine and the Dark of the Moon (A reprint)</title>
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      <description>  
   
 Star shine on the prairie and the dark of the moon 
 Deep silence shrouded, yet not so silent 
 Wind stirs the Buffalo grass 
 A coyote howls and a distant train whistles 
   . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 17:44:22 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977974340&amp;grpId=3659174697243912&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-03T17:44:22Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Night On the Chisum Trail (a repost)</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977974189&amp;grpId=3659174697243912&amp;nav=Groupspace</link>
      <description>  
   
   
 A million stars light the bowl of the sky 
 A thousand “beefs” bedded down for the night 
 Night hawk takes up his rounds, softly crooning. 
 High in the sky . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 15:44:26 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977974189&amp;grpId=3659174697243912&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-03T15:44:26Z</dc:date>
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      <title>We~</title>
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      <description>we make humans out of flimsy paper 
 and gods out of every blood drop spilled for nothing at all 
 we make up egos 
 and crush between  impossible standards 
 we justify everything 
 and lose . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 14:58:45 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Purrrrrrrrrrr~Genki dashite~Nantoka naru-yo! S.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-03T14:58:45Z</dc:date>
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      <title>do not hesitate...</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977973618&amp;grpId=3659174697243912&amp;nav=Groupspace</link>
      <description>Put a little love in your heart   
 
 
   Copyright ©2009 Dawn Kilby   
 
 
     
 
 
  Fall asleep with love in your heart.  
 
 
  Wake up; every second, minute,  
 
 
  hour;  breathes . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 05:26:16 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977973618&amp;grpId=3659174697243912&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Dawn (kitty on the wall)</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-03T05:26:16Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Try</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977973468&amp;grpId=3659174697243912&amp;nav=Groupspace</link>
      <description>There’s a word used by rodeo cowboys 
 
 
 That’s as vast as the western sky. 
 
 
 It’s a noun and a verb and attitude. 
 
 
 And that single word is Try. 
 
 
 
 
 It’s . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 02:26:42 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977973468&amp;grpId=3659174697243912&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-03T02:26:42Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Escape From Winter</title>
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      <description>  
 Loving you isn't easy... 
 but I would give up a thousand tomorrows 
 just to touch you once again, 
 just to breathe your essence 
 into the deepest part of me. 
   
 Time has teased us . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 02:15:04 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977973457&amp;grpId=3659174697243912&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Cheryl W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-03T02:15:04Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Blue Moon</title>
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      <description>  
 In the biting cold of the December night 
 The Bard looked up at the full moon, the Blue Moon 
 But she said nothing to him 
 Perhaps he was Druid after all 
 And it was still Yuletide . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 02:06:18 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-03T02:06:18Z</dc:date>
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