Tag: reality
group name: tsopr
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April 06, 2009 08:43 PM EDT --
He waits for me,
flipping channels with the remote,
counting cobwebs in corners,
looking at pictures
of women he wishes
I could be...
when the truth is
he has no idea . . .
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August 09, 2008 06:45 PM EDT --
Clarity
Solitude feels closer
as the wind Wandered
across an oceanic sunrise
A twilight predicting
transparent souls
on a white corridor.
My mind drift constantly
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October 15, 2009 09:43 PM EDT --
gifts of this season
Gifts are still wrapped under a tree
on an island amidst a river
flowing through our house. A trite bridge
quivers; strong wind this . . .
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November 12, 2009 08:41 PM EST --
Lunch hour on the 30 th
Sound of a cooker, middleclass home,
the month ends; well, almost. See a kite
stuck on the roof. Father has troubles
to keep his . . .
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February 07, 2009 09:45 PM EST --
Court’s annals
She crosses her legs, shifts weights.
The child can pick anything to play.
There is no try from the lady
to stop the little one messing . . .
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April 17, 2008 11:22 AM EDT --
For my dear friend and fellow poet David L. who doubtless reveled in this awesome moment in the midst of his "California Dreamin" as much as I did.
"That's one small step . . .
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June 06, 2009 11:39 PM EDT --
Secrets
A drop of silence.
A long road into conscience.
Fear is frightened.
My whispers moist the mirror,
I have been talking to; lips move.
A sweep . . .
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October 09, 2009 09:29 PM EDT --
Apples we’ve devoured
A little fire, a smoke coiling out of
the autumn, a short walk to the market
and a packet of apples for kitchen;
wonder whether the apples . . .
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August 07, 2008 09:42 AM EDT --
A ctress
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The clotheshorse, old and scruffy holds
the array of her dresses. She needs them.
She needs them even more than foods
to satisfy her half . . .
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January 24, 2009 09:32 PM EST --
Cuts both ways
His fingers roam all over.
The points are rising,
seeking more pleasure.
She can whisper
those naughty sweet words
she cannot utter otherwise.
She takes . . .
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February 04, 2009 09:37 PM EST --
a r t o f hea rt b reaking
A too late goodbye denies gravity,
it flies over the tiny patch of green
and sits on the cornice. The dry petals
of paper flowers are on the roof, . . .
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February 05, 2009 09:24 PM EST --
A b u llet with my name …
(They said,)
There is a bullet with my name written on it.
It set out of a pipe, hot, energetic.
It has . . .
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February 06, 2009 09:40 PM EST --
Whispers’ Tajmahal
A whisper lights thousand lamps
and he sees the ancient art
in those lights- it is her face.
Like a feudal king he thinks
to build a Tajmahal for . . .
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February 08, 2009 09:29 PM EST --
That man in the flood
Darkness has a neat effect under his nails,
darkness is a layer, mottled with patches.
It is almost akin to the skin he wears.
Albeit sweeping water, black . . .
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February 24, 2009 09:41 PM EST --
Ev idence
I live inside a dead watch,
still and fixed in a perpetual moment
when the small killing bullet
inserted through the glass, shattered it and stuck.
The lifeless . . .
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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 29, 2009 09:51 PM EDT --
Night of fireworks
The night of her rape was also of fireworks;
fluorescent flowers breeding in the instant sky
celebrating the end of a war which hadn’t ended.
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March 13, 2009 05:25 PM EDT --
Note - Dedicated to Wade A. for encouraging me to get out of a creative slump --
primarily caused by the chronic pain of prolonged health problems -- with his poem, The Tide.
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June 27, 2009 06:30 PM EDT --
My Other Life
Presume the addiction of melodies
Narrow as can be,
You're deeply moved inside
The walls of your own conscience detained by your last . . .
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November 13, 2009 08:38 PM EST --
Roadside philosophy
Once you know more, you cannot escape
this evening tilting at an angle,
the straw strewn path for a walk with girls,
unnatural . . .
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