Tag: memories
group name: theromantics
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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 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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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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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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December 14, 2008 10:17 PM EST --
Fa ctory girl
A flower on the water. Floats.
She wilts to pick up what can be
the description of her eyes in
the half stirring hours of dawn.
The flower she gathers, . . .
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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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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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January 02, 2009 10:08 PM EST --
he Sells
It is all set.
He will sell
his one kidney.
To live.
To flight
by the night train
which will bring his village
by the first . . .
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August 16, 2008 03:25 AM EDT --
Land
A green pasture. A sheaf of harvest is on
her head, balanced in the way you know. A
lock of coarse hair, boisterous and light brown
obstructing her eyes. Seen her through a glass, . . .
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August 17, 2008 07:53 AM EDT --
soul
From the unripe fruits
a flavor of innocence
rises, distils soul.
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December 12, 2008 10:13 PM EST --
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The sound of sea
The wooden bridge comes alight
into a sea of black and white.
Someone is coming. Softly.
She mops her eyes. Straightens her stance.
A pair of feet comes in . . .
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December 14, 2008 06:33 AM EST --
Night cop’s radio
All of a sudden she seeps out of his mind.
He reminds himself of the utter helplessness.
She, a flower so delicate and his fingers
never dare to pluck her, only . . .
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August 13, 2008 08:54 AM EDT --
The sunchasers
She can feel the incendiary body.
Taut. Sinewy.
The body understands
what the other is saying.
A whisper of wind
passes through her hair,
comes inside the ears, . . .
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August 30, 2008 08:59 AM EDT --
Raindrops and ho w ls
A sky full of dearth of something unknown
is pouring out. A gush of moist wind is
in a whimsical walk. Have you ever
shaped raindrops into a face? A long . . .
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December 03, 2008 07:26 AM EST --
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Golden harvests
( To Rainbow group )
The hands, full of corns
pick up the golds and
he lifts them to nostril.
The aroma of fresh
golden harvests comes.
It pervades, . . .
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February 15, 2009 09:33 PM EST --
A conversation on life
: Where were you yesterday?
The phone had been dead cold!
: Busy, you can say.
: You? In what may I ask?
: Dear, of course you can.
: . . .
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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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September 17, 2008 11:12 PM EDT --
A pale pink flower
A pale pink flower is all that he can dare.
"Mon amie," he will say. And then he will give it.
His old ‘dad' has told him a few "man to man" . . .
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September 23, 2008 08:56 AM EDT --
Bigotry and a bird
He closes his eyes,
tries to believe
his sword shall give life
to many more innocents.
He touches his temple
to erase entirety
of his memories. . . .
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July 31, 2008 07:02 AM EDT --
Spirit of hate (Tall Tales Thursday)
“Why do you come back?” your whispers
sound so queer! A candle burns. Shades.
The rickety table sweats. Air
is balmy. His answer comes in
a slow drone, . . .
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