Tag: life
group name: theromantics
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November 18, 2008 10:31 PM EST --
Thought~Byte No. 128
Concept and words by John Philipp. Drawings by Phil Frank.
(The comments are where the wisdom is found.)
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December 10, 2008 01:24 AM EST --
Thought~Byte No. 131
Concept and words by John Philipp. Drawings by Phil Frank.
(The comments are where the wisdom is found.)
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September 29, 2009 11:36 AM EDT --
Tuesday is head to the park for a play day!
photo used in this creation courtesy of Public Domain Pictures.net
In sharing this link with the photographer, here is his reply... . . .
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November 14, 2008 12:00 AM EST --
After she stepped onto the health club patio and commented "It's less windy out here", after I lowered the book and my eyes walked up long tan legs that wouldn't quit, after . . .
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February 05, 2009 12:19 PM EST --
Tonight I take the opportunity to present before you a very special guest. It is none other than 'Mr. Culinary Skill' (CS), i.e. 'My Culinary Skill'. CS has been the most un-influential . . .
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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 21, 2008 10:53 PM EST --
Un time ly Sa n ta
Let's play Santa with the backyard children.
It is early fall with ashes and golds.
Touch the heads with hazel hairs, careless
tussle with them, offer sweets . . .
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February 10, 2009 09:45 PM EST --
Sunrise tea stall
I stir the aromatic dream
in a cup of warm Darjeeling.
The friends and foes are all present;
the morning tea stall wants to tear
the masked news reported in . . .
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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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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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April 06, 2009 10:43 PM EDT --
Waiting story from another angle
: How long have you been waiting?
He has been here so long that
he can read the tongue of the shadows
of the window panes fallen on the . . .
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November 23, 2008 12:11 AM EST --
Everything returns
"Returns are welcome"
is written over the sealed envelope
of his life. His first pet,
which came from near-death
and with his help,
became . . .
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March 11, 2009 10:30 PM EDT --
The five minutes in a killed lift
The soft buzz is killed all of a sudden.
The world flickers, blinks as the lights die and born.
You can listen to millions of words
the . . .
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April 01, 2009 10:30 PM EDT --
R etir ed
She almost has said, “You are retired, remember?”
The old man of course cannot read her mind
nor he can draw lines; forgetting the affair
that last month . . .
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July 05, 2009 06:18 AM EDT --
D N A
(After I heard of her)
an...............
................................................evolved
...........................................cell
. . .
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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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July 17, 2009 06:46 AM EDT --
Silence for God
(To Nancy Silveria)
We have erased our words with more words then when you have pointed that out,
or that we are buried under words,
we have tried to scream, . . .
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July 30, 2009 05:58 AM EDT --
The way I live
Windows open; windows closed; from this flat
I can see
images of
more and more flats. I can breath in other's breathing;
your dreams
. . .
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April 19, 2009 02:10 AM EDT --
Future under a moon
Slow moon is sitting over the roof of the temple.
Cinder trees in the ash sky and the traveling bike…
He comes to this fairy tale, these winter twilights . . .
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