Tag: philosphy
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November 03, 2009 08:55 PM EST --
To one who hates criticism
The only performance beyond
any offer of betterment
lies there in peace. Quiet dead.
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October 03, 2009 07:52 AM EDT --
Hearing a festival
The promotional colored handbills
are in a fancy flight of freedom.
Roads cheer; wind blows; children dance, couples.
These are the special . . .
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October 04, 2009 09:45 PM EDT --
calendar for my friend
Numbered are the days.
Bring the new calendar.
A bash is going to be
organized at home.
Is it your home or mine?
Does . . .
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October 11, 2009 09:43 PM EDT --
the last will and testament
A renewal clause, pen's cap opened,
spectacles rest on a document
of life, of seasons, of autumn, of snows.
Autumn twits on; the hidden . . .
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October 12, 2009 09:35 PM EDT --
Noiseless Sunday
A glow bug flew onto the tip of my finger;
flaming stories of the briny days burned and burned.
The woman we share in our life turned a page of
‘A death in the family’; . . .
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November 04, 2009 08:39 PM EST --
postmen
never retire;
their subconsciouses carry
moments whispered on blank pages,
timeless.
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October 05, 2009 02:11 PM EDT --
Now I have that song "Losing my Religion" running through my head.
I wanted to write today about losing faith. Last night I read a story in the latest Asimov's F&SF about a guy who made a machine . . .
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September 20, 2009 07:10 AM EDT --
shadows of a different passion
Dispassion is my father’s raincoat
which I have borrowed not to return.
An earl-grey evening, tea is made;
windows can’t . . .
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October 17, 2009 09:42 PM EDT --
evening sings on the last ferry
The yellow lights flicker on the waves,
an addition to the evening,
an addition to the river’s tide.
Count the changes, the . . .
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October 20, 2009 09:34 PM EDT --
a red pearl on a string
It would be a pearl, the wise ones solace,
to be worn by a lady who knows
how to wear them to her advantage,
how to outshine the creases of age. . . .
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October 23, 2009 06:45 AM EDT --
Sorry due to copyright reason I have to remove it.
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January 22, 2007 06:30 PM EST --
I was born with a fabulous nose. I think Picasso had a blast designing it and it's my favorite family heirloom. My name and my nose will forever remain the same. Not everyone feels . . .
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July 10, 2009 10:04 PM EDT --
Irony
“They do not come, as sweet as they used to, these days.”
Looking at the helpless fleshes of oranges
produced in green Darjeeling hills, the old man says. . . .
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July 11, 2009 10:06 PM EDT --
Heart
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Those two blank lines were my heart beats, graphically.
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Hurt
I want . . .
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July 24, 2009 09:34 AM EDT --
Survivors
“There is none. There is no survivor.”
He won’t believe. Still I have to persist.
A skeleton bird sits on the bleak tree
with sterile smile mocking . . .
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July 28, 2009 07:07 AM EDT --
(haibun) power cut
This is the city of power cut. Someone has said. The ghost of darkness still plagues us, the people. Sometimes. Sometimes evening is a wrap of darkness. Power failure? . . .
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July 30, 2009 05:58 AM EDT --
The way I live
Windows open; windows closed; from this flat
I can see
images of
more and more flats. I can breath in other's breathing;
your dreams
. . .
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September 22, 2009 09:22 AM EDT --
incautious adventures
The birdbath has a lonely crow
with the dark and wet feathers
of the one who survives.
She talks with the panes, talks in
cellphones with the cautious . . .
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September 23, 2009 08:14 AM EDT --
New block in the blood
The sound of sob makes you attentive;
a new neighborhood; you fear others
and cannot fathom their angst, pathos.
Unpacked boxes fill corners. Curtains . . .
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September 24, 2009 07:47 AM EDT --
Than bauk for a travel song
Neon, neon
we are on roads
a song travels.
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