Tag: poem
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June 09, 2008 09:55 AM EDT --
Ah, A Mental Block
Ah, a mental block-
a temporary thing, like
a folded napkin!
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June 13, 2008 12:08 AM EDT --
There is a weeping willow tree
outside my bedroom window.
I look at it in the early morning ---
there are dew drops dangling from its graceful tendrils.
They dazzle in the new day's light . . .
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June 17, 2008 08:12 PM EDT --
My dad was a farmer, as were his dad and grandpa before him. My mom's dad and grandpa were farmers too. This is from my memories of all of them.
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June 18, 2008 05:14 PM EDT --
I couldn't sleep last night so I let my mind wonder. When I finally harnessed my thoughts, this is what I had come up with. I'm not sure where the idea came from, but while I . . .
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July 16, 2008 01:21 PM EDT --
I lift my face to the moon
and throw a kiss to the stars.
I feel the night's breeze through my hair.
I take a deep breath.
I shut my eyes
and utter words to my Lord above.
My soul is . . .
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June 13, 2008 03:49 PM EDT --
My head slightly bent over a table of happiness.
My feet, sod with white lilacs, dance merrily
to a moon stroke music of twilight night.
My finger-tips childishly . . .
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June 29, 2008 05:43 AM EDT --
I tilled my thoughts--
near a sparkly stream, where
a rainbow bridge linking the past,
the present, and the future
of an exquisite aroma
of my morn sighs, 'til it dawned upon a pink butterfly, . . .
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December 09, 2008 01:11 PM EST --
It was at night long ago
one Star bright cast its glow
to guide three Wisemen far below.
The Angels' Choir joined to sing
while Shepherds fell upon their knees.
A Baby's cry pierced the sky, . . .
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March 21, 2009 05:14 PM EDT --
For David Lipshultz (1970-2004)
If I could wash my face in this basin
while I wept at your grave in Phoenix
dude I swear . . .
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June 12, 2008 11:55 PM EDT --
Floating on air
Nothing under my feet
Suspended 'tween high and low
Hanging.
No ground on which to stand
No walls on which to lean
The air has lost all warmth
Its chill wraps me
Cold. . . .
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March 21, 2008 07:12 AM EDT --
I did NOT write this poem. It was written by neal shusterman, however I love the way it flows, and it can really make you think. It's the kind of poem that's not gory or bloody, but can absolutely . . .
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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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June 29, 2008 08:09 PM EDT --
I was thinking of an old Red Skelton routine--the one of an old man at a parade caught up in emotion when the American Flad was carried by--and came up with this. So, with Independence Day coming . . .
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November 06, 2009 01:31 PM EST --
Fair enough you left
Yes forever! but you did
You placed your self made
Self to my face
Thinking it's fun.
Bad enough we dined,
You suited yourself to taste
I did hold for a stretched . . .
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June 16, 2008 08:37 PM EDT --
Clouds portrait
Her silhouette
Sailing across
My dreams,
Unveiling deepest
Thoughts locked inside
A gloomy night
Blasting through . . .
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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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August 28, 2009 11:37 PM EDT --
Crashing
The unchanging ability to rescue a ballerina doing pirouettes through clouds
relativity . . .
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May 19, 2009 06:59 AM EDT --
Today, I traded in my shorts for blue jeans,
my sleeveless blouse for a sweatshirt.
The windows are shut,
the rain pounding against them...
driven by a cold wind
that blew in on a . . .
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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.
© 2009- C opyright reserved Kushal Poddar . . .
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November 06, 2009 08:39 PM EST --
birds and cats of this world
(To Chris)
Chris has sent me a thousand birds’ calls.
They are muffled by my neighbor’s cat
hungry, forlorn after giving birth. . . .
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