Tag: art
group name: theromantics
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August 31, 2008 08:22 PM EDT --
Once-loved relic of dancing feet,
New styles invade your elegant halls.
Though all around is blasting noise
One classic room devotes itself inward.
Little ladies in black and pink . . .
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September 04, 2008 04:39 PM EDT --
This last weekend we had a fantastically windy day; I was driving the car, delivering lunch to my husband in the minivan, the younger kids riding in the back. The traffic lights along one, particular . . .
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October 25, 2009 06:33 AM EDT --
N eatly p assionate
By
Kushal Poddar
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He looks at those packing boxes, lying askew. The lack of pattern disturbs him. He moves them till they form a perfect pyramid. Ask anybody . . .
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November 01, 2009 08:33 PM EST --
Sonnet for a host
Wings spread from one ear of the sky to the other;
the snowy egret flying. We have talked about
Shelly; talked about weather; whether you . . .
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August 31, 2009 10:06 AM EDT --
Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema had painted me
(For the Art of Writing Group)
Too lethargic to welcome you but
this way it’s more sensual, I know.
A fruit falls from the . . .
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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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September 02, 2009 07:47 AM EDT --
operators of life
Drone of an electric sun
on a thin rubber sheet sky;
I open my heart’s nimble
mechanism before you.
“Such a beautiful chip it is!” . . .
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February 18, 2009 09:27 PM EST --
Inside a T.V.
She crosses the hurdle, the gateway;
steps inside the world within the screen,
the inside universe of a T.V. set
where blurred noises are snarling behind
the cage . . .
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February 19, 2009 09:49 PM EST --
Wi th C h a o s T h e r e i s n o t h e ory
A fistful of anarchy
enters in his dome of silence; . . .
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May 01, 2009 10:03 PM EDT --
Annals of innocence: Wrong, wrong!
His keyboard has doubts. Pieces of clouds here and there
The speed of typing is negotiating, haggling with errors.
Errors in their . . .
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May 16, 2009 10:19 PM EDT --
Ruin
The
trance of seeing a family getting together
makes him yearn, makes him saunter, through the noon road
leading towards a doll’s house, rejected by him
in . . .
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May 18, 2009 10:06 PM EDT --
To the river-dolphins ( Platanista gangetica )
The river of Ganges flows around my city
like a dirty dress of a vivacious girl, a child,
playing with its building set and . . .
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November 16, 2008 06:14 PM EST --
What music do you play to enhance your creativity while writing? Some don’t like playing music while they write… indeed, there are times when I find quiet is essential (during Editing, mainly).
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June 13, 2008 03:28 PM EDT --
summer's solstice starts
desires sexual, physical,
emotional attractions
pleasant longer days
shorter nights filled with
lust, desire, temptation
summertime . . .
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February 27, 2009 05:21 PM EST --
(lines penned on a color)
O’ Kermes-kissed fabric,
In ancient halls draped;
Wrapping bodies noble
And crusaders caped .
O’ color blinding in the day,
Nightly . . .
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April 28, 2009 10:06 PM EDT --
Baby
Micro-born is a word befitting my birth.
“Is it dead, a stillborn?” “No wait it can breathe!”
“Put it inside a plastic envelope.”
Where I have thrived; never . . .
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May 03, 2009 09:57 PM EDT --
Species
Another life was screaming with pain
at that moment years ago.
The noon busy in picking clouds
lifted its warm face; the hospital
smelled like disinfectant . . .
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December 31, 2008 11:34 PM EST --
They met and battled...
Matching tooth to horn;
Sparks flew from the turmoil
Igniting the Lion and Unicorn.
Their life avenue was strewn
With the battle's bloody remains,
'Til . . .
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July 01, 2008 09:09 PM EDT --
for Donald Hawley - 7/1/2008
soothsayers, seers and saints
have a corner on the future,
perhaps scientists do not,
stuff happens, no longer a dream. . . .
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February 01, 2009 10:54 PM EST --
(a Cornish sonnet I did for a contest on writerscafe.org... one can really learn something new each day...)
Gracious have been my years of late;
The windy drifts blown soft. . . .
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