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    <title>The Wordman Thomas Has Spoken - All Poetry And Fiction Writing All The Time</title>
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    <copyright>Copyright Gather Inc 2009</copyright>
    <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 10:39:56 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>pucker your lips...</title>
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      <description>Savor New Year's Flavor       Copyright ©2009 Dawn Kilby    
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
    God's love,  still  shakingly divine.    
 
 
    Pass 'round the red wine. Don't whine,    
 
 
    ev'rything . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 07:08:45 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Dawn (a poet on the wall)</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-01T07:08:45Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Monsters - first revision</title>
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      <description>Jericho’s parents always argued about money; specifically, how his father spent it. To his ten-year-old mind, his mother complained constantly about her practicality with money while Lee, . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 05:35:03 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Jason Hillenburg</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-01T05:35:03Z</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>shake your pom poms! 'tis a snippet for...</title>
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      <description>2010   Copyright ©2009 Dawn Kilby   
 
 
     
 
 
   Shhh.  Listen.  
 
 
   Can you hear it?   
 
 
    New Year's spirit;    
 
 
    'round the corner    
 
 
    screaming,    
  . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 04:31:08 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Dawn (a poet on the wall)</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-01T04:31:08Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Two winged celebration</title>
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  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>Peaceful Desire (after reading “Power vs Force”- David Hawkings M.D. Ph.D)</title>
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 Patterns of the absolute weave a crib of support 
 
 
 It has no name, no need for fame but will report 
 
 
 To those aware of the database of consciousness. 
 
 
   . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 23:52:31 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Richard Lynn Livesay</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T23:52:31Z</dc:date>
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      <title>poem, God is great! revised; for someone special who has been injured...</title>
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      <description>I haven't spoken to a friend of mine since a week before Christmas. She just told me today her cousin was in a car wreck two days before Christmas. He is still in the hospital. She wanted . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 22:41:40 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Dawn (a poet on the wall)</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T22:41:40Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Portal Passages</title>
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      <description>As the eve of the past year sets sail, I await the new year with anticipation likened to that of waiting for a child about to be born. I wish for all of us a safe and secure passage into the new year, . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 20:42:36 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Ruthi C.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T20:42:36Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A dog's life (WWE, December 23rd, 2009)</title>
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      <description>  
 WWE, December 23rd, 2009 
 Use the following prompts: 
 Make this an  apologue 
 
 Include reference to medicine of some sort 
 Link at least two of the words/phrases in the body of your submission . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 19:10:15 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Angela A.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T19:10:15Z</dc:date>
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      <title>RENEWAL (A New Year Miniature)</title>
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      <description>My dearest ones –  
 
 
 
  After a prolonged hiatus, I’m finally back on Gather. These last weeks were very difficult for me, both personally and professionally, but my main goal has been . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 18:43:49 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Svetlana Goryacheva</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T18:43:49Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Happy New Year!</title>
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     Happy New Year!     Copyright ©2009 Dawn Kilby   
 
 
       
 
 
  Waltz, tango,   twist;  
 
 
   who cares! Be proud.   
 
 
   Get wild, join . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 18:31:20 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Dawn (a poet on the wall)</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T18:31:20Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Reflections~</title>
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      <description>It's been quite a path of the hominid detached 
 
 
 the hominid retranced 
 
 
 the hominid in act 
 
 
 inactions digging down 
 
 
 actions reaching up 
 
 
 caught in a petard where one would think . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 16:56:35 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Purrrrrrrrrrr~Genki dashite~Nantoka naru-yo! S.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T16:56:35Z</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>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977970313&amp;grpId=3659174697253971&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Terry Collett</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T16:02:26Z</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>AN ASYLUM DAWN.</title>
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 At night, the shutters were put up. No sight of the stars or moon, just that darkness and the voices of the others snoring, moaning, weeping, or farting in their beds. The smell of bodies at . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 07:58:46 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Terry Collett</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T07:58:46Z</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>Youngblood 6: The Need to Feed</title>
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      <description>last chapter   
 
 
   
 
 
   
 
 
 "Well, someone take a picture," Dodger said.  "The celebrity decides to slum it up with the little people.  Whatsa matter, tired of riding . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 18:35:55 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Bard Constantine</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T18:35:55Z</dc:date>
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      <title>early bird said what?!</title>
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      <description>grumpy early bird rises   
 
 
   Copyright ©2009 Dawn Kilby   
 
 
     
 
 
  Early bird doesn't always want  
 
 
  a slimy, dirty worm.     Most of the time,  
 
 
  while cold winds . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 02:44:18 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Dawn (a poet on the wall)</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T02:44:18Z</dc:date>
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      <title>a kiss is not jus' a kiss, turn your back and you might miss...</title>
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      <description>Heavenly bliss        Copyright ©2009 Dawn Kilby   
 
 
 
 
 
   I have been kissed  
 
 
  by a smell  
 
 
  my nose can tell  
 
 
  is  deliciously  heaven sent.  
 
 
  A breast heaving . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 01:44:12 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977969470&amp;grpId=3659174697253971&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Dawn (a poet on the wall)</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T01:44:12Z</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=3659174697253971&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T00:23:58Z</dc:date>
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      <title>shout it from the mountain tops!</title>
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      <description>Raw, cosmic compatibility  Copyright ©2009 Dawn Kilby   
 
 
     
 
 
  Sparkling from deep, aquamarine eyes; divine light.  
 
 
   "Lover, kiss ev'ry gorgeous ray with care."   
 
  . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 23:58:31 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Dawn (a poet on the wall)</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T23:58:31Z</dc:date>
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      <title>RitualsInBlend~</title>
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      <description>Between a blue moon 
 
 
 and a sun gasping for the horizon 
 
 
 velvet reclined 
 
 
 blaze saturated 
 
 
 she played the navel orange across the skin of her palm 
 
 
 rolling citrus fluids to penetrate . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 23:35:56 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Purrrrrrrrrrr~Genki dashite~Nantoka naru-yo! S.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T23:35:56Z</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>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T21:49:54Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Destiny Awaits ~ Wednesday</title>
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      <description>Hump day of the week, new year approaches, destiny awaiting -- let's cross the bridge and walk the pathway together...Happy New Day, Happy New Year! 
   
 
   
   
 photo used in this . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 21:12:31 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Ruthi C.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T21:12:31Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A vision and a Vow</title>
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      <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>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T16:49:06Z</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=3659174697253971&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Terry Collett</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T09:33:27Z</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=3659174697253971&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>
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