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group name: theromantics
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July 22, 2009 06:02 AM EDT --
Years
From one new year to another n e w y e a r she has traveled to find out some of her enduring things are not there; vanished disappeared petered out with the names they have been tagged . . .
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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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July 14, 2009 08:26 AM EDT --
Sense and sensibility
Sense is a feeling
albeit lacking it
has been plaguing me
through this life, my life.
Ha! Irony is
I can always feel it.
I can feel others
but can’t . . .
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July 08, 2009 08:58 AM EDT --
Time’s Lust for life
A short amble through the Van Gogh’s pastures, lustrous in chrome,
dust is leaving some patches on his trousers; all he can
dream is, warm . . .
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July 09, 2009 07:11 AM EDT --
Ten years old world
(To the daughter of Ferosh is O. )
Infighting between cyborgs
is yet to be appeased,
but with a jerk windows’ panes
flash a secret signal . . .
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October 02, 2009 08:01 AM EDT --
A monastic traveler speaks
I am not proud to be
not an easy person… true!
The dog, with a wound through which
a universe is dripping,
does not answer. The straight . . .
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October 05, 2009 09:46 PM EDT --
Insane bones
Van Gogh went away before I knew him well.
Yesterday I finally understood him
over a goblet of blood and a shared
feelings of the burns of insanity.
In the basement . . .
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July 02, 2009 10:07 PM EDT --
Oyster days (WWE)
Can she remember her days
inside an oyster, cocooned
and alike a ‘thirst’, waiting?
Now it is a great city
where her painted . . .
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October 15, 2008 10:38 AM EDT --
White blank you were
The white paper keeps a steady stare
at me. It's fair void is rousing something
within. "What are you looking at? Do not!"
still, . . .
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June 30, 2009 10:09 PM EDT --
The hawker of pretenses
The hawker of pretenses, he is;
roaming through the city and its streets.
You can find Indian arts to
Chinese comb as per his claim.
(You must have heard . . .
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July 01, 2009 10:10 PM EDT --
Signature of life
The signature of sun can be seen
on those fleets of clouds, soft, floating.
The faded ochre dress flutters like
an ancient race’s posted . . .
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July 06, 2009 01:28 AM EDT --
To the memories of twelve souls
Have you ever seen, face to face,
a public omnibus falling
down from some trite railway bridge
upon the sad platform below
in an ashy . . .
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July 12, 2009 10:08 PM EDT --
T wo r ealities.
“You can never give someone something
without losing it, feeling its loss.”
He tells me, his dreamy eyes fixed on
the currencies quivering . . .
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July 20, 2009 10:12 PM EDT --
The underage driver’s wheel
Like torn flowers whose petals are in whimsical flight
the folk of butterflies surprises summer air.
The air almost screams in delight, whistles, . . .
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July 31, 2009 06:29 AM EDT --
A car named belief
(To Roger Brigg)
You do not believe in your power of believing.
I state that between two sips; you do not believe me
either; hence I stumble on . . .
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August 06, 2009 06:53 AM EDT --
t he girl missed the last train
T he last train passes the verdant signal.
Missing it by a whisker rattles nerves.
Nothing more happens in earth and heaven
. . .
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August 08, 2009 06:47 AM EDT --
S tars so close
To Linda
The bright star, one, single, beside a corn moon
discerns them as one, mother and daughter
bemused, stunned, remained standing for . . .
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December 30, 2008 10:03 PM EST --
Wishes at large
Her fingers gripping the glass
can go through the materials
the properties of the glass,
transparency, through the hardness,
through the liquid the glass contains. . . .
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September 02, 2008 09:58 AM EDT --
On the spot of the blast
She cannot cry. Inside her head still a little
girl is playing with her. Keeps on playing.
She cannot feel the warmth of blood or the
dirty red of it oozing . . .
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August 11, 2009 08:01 AM EDT --
conversation with god and you
A pre-autumn sun slowly passes through
the verdant leaves of an old banyan.
I know gods come alive at these moments
and your sagacious arguments
that . . .
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