Tag: dream
group name: tsopr
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December 24, 2009 07:50 PM EST --
Greetings wayward
The templates grow a wing; travels light
with one or two lines. Catchy phrases.
I fumble on a wrong phrase. Is it
meant for me? Uncertainty descends.
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December 25, 2009 08:03 PM EST --
haiku I
greased pan
cherry days
on the almanac
haiku II
blue butterfly
nose of the dog
shrivels
haiku III
coughing mother
a dry leaf
roams . . .
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December 23, 2009 07:51 PM EST --
Not belonging to one
Noon belongs to no one; the shadows don’t wait;
they rush, blend, mingle, finally evanesce.
Noon belongs to no one; no shadows. Brother . . .
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March 30, 2009 11:25 PM EDT --
Something About the way I SEE things
by René Allen
There is something about the way I SEE things that tells me that there . . .
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November 04, 2009 08:39 PM EST --
postmen
never retire;
their subconsciouses carry
moments whispered on blank pages,
timeless.
© 2009- C opyright reserved Kushal Poddar . . .
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October 26, 2009 09:33 PM EDT --
concert of consciousness (Concert-I)
Dream has its own reality
in a concert. Slowly it
pries open the mind and time
with nature’s tools, bare . . .
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October 25, 2009 09:47 PM EDT --
promises on a brown leaf
The thing between the seasons, the changes,
the whoooosh sound of wind asking, the words
of a stream of some fumbling answers, . . .
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December 13, 2009 07:59 PM EST --
Reality of a vacation
It falls, dignifiedly sloth, deliberate;
it falls while we listen to the stream, the tune.
The harmony embraces us; the rich hues
of the . . .
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April 01, 2009 10:30 PM EDT --
R etir ed
She almost has said, “You are retired, remember?”
The old man of course cannot read her mind
nor he can draw lines; forgetting the affair
that last month . . .
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October 28, 2009 09:38 PM EDT --
haiku
two boys ride
a broken car
sun sets at the junkyard
= © 2009- C opyright reserved Kushal Poddar (reprinting is absolutely prohibited, without permission) . . .
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October 29, 2009 09:34 PM EDT --
Tastes like life
A drop of gold on your tongue; roll it;
savor the flavor; this is what we
are made of…the taste of the moments.
The bar, . . .
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November 05, 2009 08:40 PM EST --
A letter from anyone
A letter has been thrown from the window
of a white girls’ school-bus to no one
in particular and the glory
belongs to all the boys. The letter . . .
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December 22, 2009 08:13 PM EST --
Sundays of a Monday man
A Monday man has Sundays behind him too
when he lights a candle; kneels; pray for nothing.
A cat saunters through the time lying down . . .
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April 23, 2009 08:14 AM EDT --
Pardon Hans Andersen
I derive out of the sea, weeds clinging to my feet,
salt dripping from wet hair; like sailors’ myths, fictions.
I look at the wet, forlorn fishing . . .
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April 25, 2009 10:19 PM EDT --
Twenty odd years
Small palms are puffy, pink
they clap together
as if involuntarily.
Laughter peels the hard world,
the city, the traffic…
it knows . . .
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May 21, 2009 07:45 AM EDT --
of blankness (Thursday writing)
{Richard Lynn Livesay, is one of the finest poets, and is blessed with a quicksilver pen; I have met. He told me, yesterday, that he is in a . . .
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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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November 30, 2008 09:05 PM EST --
Faces in the Mirror
Doubled edge sword
cutting through a thin ice
open up the wound
left behind by an
strange silhouette
beneath her smile
an aroma of dissolution
begins to . . .
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April 23, 2009 10:23 PM EDT --
Mid Summer Noon’s Dreams
The station of mid noon is desolate;
the platform is really a flowing stream
waves of shining sun sweeps him away.
The aged . . .
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June 24, 2009 07:28 AM EDT --
I couldn’t let me die
The edge of the cornice is a call I cannot avoid;
the torrents of sounds, vague and uncommunicating,
are encircling myself; the edge of . . .
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