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    <title>Poets Nook</title>
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    <description>Recent Articles on Gather by Poets Nook</description>
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    <copyright>Copyright Gather Inc 2009</copyright>
    <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 14:13:54 GMT</pubDate>
    <dc:date>2009-12-31T14:13:54Z</dc:date>
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    <dc:rights>Copyright Gather Inc 2009</dc:rights>
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      <title>A New Year Poem</title>
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      <description>The New Year approaches 
 as we say goodbye to the past. 
 We hunker down, 
 preparing for the best and the worst 
 of what is to come, 
 knowing we will survive 
 just as we have survived the past... . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 13:51:55 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Cheryl W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T13:51:55Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Forever On The Eve Of Tragedy Pt. 1 "When memories turn to poison"</title>
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      <description>In times like these, memories become poison. 
 Seeping into a fresh wound. 
 Bringing an infection of sadness. 
 She sounds crazy on the phone. 
 Speaking in fragments and broken thoughts. 
 Her fear . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 10:46:30 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>alone in the dark but happy</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T10:46:30Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Endless Year</title>
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      <description>Lack of movement has left my soul dying, 
 tumbling around in my head. 
 I give up on this shattered wisdom, 
 can't succumb to this sense of dread. 
 Still you're just thoughts and whispers, 
 rattling . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 09:59:24 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>alone in the dark but happy</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T09:59:24Z</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>haiku</title>
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      <description>past  hopes , desires 
 
 
 quite unfulfilled till now 
 
 
 burn like flames in  fire 
 
 
 +++++++++++++++++++ 
 
 
 new resolutions 
 
 
 sprout  tenderly 
 
 
 after this . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 07:09:39 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>PURUSHOTHAMA RAO  R.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T07:09:39Z</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>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=3659174697244761&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T00:23:58Z</dc:date>
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      <title>~The Letter~</title>
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      <description>  
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
 
  She read, reread his words over and over again finally, crushed the letter crumpled and fell like wet, heavy snowflakes . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 21:23:07 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>JustMe ~I'm happy to be~</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T21:23:07Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Scars</title>
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      <description>I have scars you could see 
 Deep in my heart for you and me 
 My head would guide you by 
 My heart could but we could die 
   
 Far away you've gone 
 Here and now my pain flames still burn 
 Fresh . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 20:01:25 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Noble Chinwendu</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-22T20:01:25Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A Road Inside My Heart</title>
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      <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>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>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>
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      <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=3659174697244761&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>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>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977968385&amp;grpId=3659174697244761&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Terry Collett</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T09:33:27Z</dc:date>
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      <title>SUNLIGHT DANCE</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977968154&amp;grpId=3659174697244761&amp;nav=Groupspace</link>
      <description>  
 
 
   SUNLIGHT DANCE   
 
 
       
 
 
   Sun rises softly, The Eastern Sky beckons her With dew dipped fingers....  Morning breeze Meanders through grasses That wave lazily as she . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 04:57:52 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977968154&amp;grpId=3659174697244761&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Michelle W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T04:57:52Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A postman for mother</title>
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      <description>  
 
  Letters, not for her  
 
 
 (To Sunil's mother) 
 
 
  
 
  
 
   
 
 
 Postman brings three letters, none for her. 
 Ten minutes of quiet waiting till she 
 opens the door; her dog barks . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 01:23:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977967967&amp;grpId=3659174697244761&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T01:23:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Drums Of Love</title>
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      <description>     
 
 
    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>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977967936&amp;grpId=3659174697244761&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Rony J.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T00:53:01Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Tonight</title>
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  Ssshh, now Touch shall be our words Let's leave the world behind the shut door It's closed, the threshold blocked, we are safe from all that's out . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 21:17:39 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>JustMe ~I'm happy to be~</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-29T21:17:39Z</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>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977967533&amp;grpId=3659174697244761&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Terry Collett</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-29T19:09:32Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Story of My Heart</title>
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      <description>Back then in my restless nights 
 When I whispered to my ears and scratched my eyes 
 Wishing for an angel to walk by.... 
 The pillows would caress my lonely arms 
 And the cold wind would play its freezing . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 18:54:19 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977967505&amp;grpId=3659174697244761&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Noble Chinwendu</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-29T18:54:19Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A poem of being alone...</title>
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      <description>Mine are the only 
 footsteps in the snow. 
   
 Cuz I'm the only one 
 who goes 
 the places that I go. 
   
 copyright 2009 by Amy "Gwen" Kline</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 16:51:52 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977967340&amp;grpId=3659174697244761&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Gwen K</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-29T16:51:52Z</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>
      <pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 15:54:22 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977967263&amp;grpId=3659174697244761&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Cheryl W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-29T15:54:22Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Descending Notes</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>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 12:34:33 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977967021&amp;grpId=3659174697244761&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Barbary Chaapel</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-29T12:34:33Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Singing My Way Through Life, SatWE</title>
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      <description>  
 
  
   
   
   
   
   
 
  I  sing, I sing, I sing  
 
 
  I sing as I do most everything  
 
 
  I sing as I drive in my car  
 
 
  I sing loudly there, no one . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 08:16:14 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977966626&amp;grpId=3659174697244761&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Elsie Duggan</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-29T08:16:14Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A Tail Tolled Bye Won Whirled City Zen. (experimental poem)</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977966617&amp;grpId=3659174697244761&amp;nav=Groupspace</link>
      <description>Ide de-sided two right a tail inn a manor most bazaar, 
 Yew zing miss pelt words, ore words withe duel in tensions. 
 Aye worn ewe, reeding it mite bee con few zing at thymes, butt 
 Eye wood wreck-ammend . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 06:49:03 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977966617&amp;grpId=3659174697244761&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Mustafa Demiri</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-29T06:49:03Z</dc:date>
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      <title>SwAg BuCkS</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977966487&amp;grpId=3659174697244761&amp;nav=Groupspace</link>
      <description>&amp;lt;a target="_top" href=" http://swagbucks.com/refer/shelbyb123"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img  alt="Search &amp; Win" title="Search &amp; Win" border="0" src=" http://prodegebanners.sitegrip.com/images/swagbucks-173x63Alt5.jpg"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/a . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 04:26:02 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977966487&amp;grpId=3659174697244761&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>shelby bowles</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-29T04:26:02Z</dc:date>
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      <title>If I Could Capture Time</title>
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      <description>If I could capture time, 
 it would be of the moments 
 I have spent with you. 
 Our bodies would never age; 
 Our bodies would never go frail. 
 I can feel time creeping up on us 
 like a thief in the . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 04:15:57 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977966473&amp;grpId=3659174697244761&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Cheryl W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-29T04:15:57Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Holiday rains on you</title>
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      <description>  
 
  Holiday    rains on a reserve forest  
 
 
  
 
  
 
 A winter rain passes; I pick up a deer 
 with a broken glass curse cast under its feet. 
 The rivulets of muddy blessings run as 
 I coax, . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 01:01:01 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977966321&amp;grpId=3659174697244761&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-29T01:01:01Z</dc:date>
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