Tag: verse
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April 06, 2008 11:42 PM EDT --
Poetry Form: Free Verse
A word struck
by the ink sword . . .
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December 19, 2009 07:58 PM EST --
Fragile messages
A desolate window ablaze with
twenty red lights is all this home has.
Still path slips away; body gives away;
you return to a forlorn Christmas. . . .
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December 15, 2009 07:57 PM EST --
A conversation with a historian, Richard
You cannot argue
with a man of history
about past.
Hence I brew
a cup of coffee
for him
and engrave
an arrow like
the Sumerians’ . . .
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December 16, 2009 07:55 PM EST --
cremation pier
A white symbol, the river is reflected
on those clouds. We watch a boat carrying our minds
over to the other side as we bury
our corpses. . . .
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December 18, 2009 07:52 PM EST --
(Both the poems are inspired by Dawn Kilby)
Mystic radiations
If thoughts have radiations,
mass, weight, other physical
traces, facts, evidences
they would have pulled . . .
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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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April 05, 2008 11:36 PM EDT --
Living With A Chronic Illness
Have you ever ben close to death?
I reply :
With every beat of my heart .
May 10, 2004
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December 11, 2009 07:46 PM EST --
A death in our family
The wounds received, the wounds inflicted
hardly matter. Ash is in the air.
Rust of the season drops out, a leaf.
River in the . . .
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December 12, 2009 07:57 PM EST --
Edge slips away
Madly, sun grabs the edge of the roof.
The edge slips away. Roofs after roofs
doused in red, witness a death. Comes the dusk;
the dusk comes . . .
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November 28, 2009 09:31 PM EST --
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Estate of dust
It must be trying to reveal this
you have revealed through your Spartan room!
For instance I can see your never
having owned a thing . . .
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December 06, 2009 08:37 PM EST --
Counter development
Talks with an older relative pass
through a still water. Time descends; soft,
white, flakish. Soon the water will freeze.
Something small . . .
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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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November 18, 2009 08:20 PM EST --
Timed out messages
Perspective thins out. Then all turns black.
Grandmother used to apply a crème.
The smell of memory in blackout
is like that; subtle and vanishing. . . .
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November 24, 2009 10:24 AM EST --
Scratched memoir of mom
A phone somewhere; the night is just scratched.
Blurred vision of the sun walks out of
that scratch as if the star was not sure
what . . .
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August 05, 2009 07:46 AM EDT --
Haiku-33
tears in my eyes
sun floats in a sea of salt
that roars inside.
© C opyright reserved Kushal Poddar
To Dawn
A garden of herbs . . .
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November 15, 2009 08:32 PM EST --
Imperceptible conspiracy
My eyes are not adept for those sounds
she listens;
it is not that easy to believe
what she sees.
White flakes fall on the cedars . . .
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November 21, 2009 08:48 PM EST --
Prime numbers
It is always an early winter;
I have math grades to show my father.
Brown leaves fall on those sheets. I can say,
it is not an effortless . . .
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September 29, 2009 07:07 AM EDT --
Of silence and revelry
The emerald convoy of hedges, leaves;
those tired homecomings are blessed. Pebbles
carry one step at a time; drained steps.
The door creaks. . . .
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December 20, 2009 08:08 PM EST --
The Gardener
The gardener, with an indifferent field;
with a fistful piquant seeds analyzes
probability. A village, a company,
an existence or existences depend . . .
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March 18, 2009 02:57 PM EDT --
WALKING AWAY
Someone said next
and in an instant
a door shut
another opened
and I found myself
walking away from the past
and running into
me.
Michelle Wooten
© 5-15-06
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