Tag: poetry
group name: wegather2share
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November 30, 2007 11:08 PM EST --
Many nights I creep around the house trying to not disturb my sleeping husband. The creak from my desk chair always seems louder at night. Often during the sleepless . . .
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June 21, 2007 08:20 PM EDT --
Lost in Manic Daydreams . . .
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March 13, 2008 06:20 PM EDT --
Some time ago I shared with fellow Gatherers that I had been asked to be the subject of an interview and to have an excerpt of my play LUMPs ( which deals with issues related to breast cancer) published . . .
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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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June 24, 2007 08:03 PM EDT --
RENGE
Haiku
Pure lotus flower
its blossom opens cleanly
revealing its heart.
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October 26, 2009 09:33 PM EDT --
concert of consciousness (Concert-I)
Dream has its own reality
in a concert. Slowly it
pries open the mind and time
with nature’s tools, bare . . .
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February 15, 2009 11:41 PM EST --
I look to you
As hot tears hit the ground.
You reach out to me
And true love is found
Not by word
Or even gesture.
Just by your mere presence.
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March 26, 2008 10:46 AM EDT --
To the psychiatrist
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Tell her who is resting on your couch,
A cliché we live
Spread amid the movements of planets, . . .
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August 20, 2007 12:36 PM EDT --
I have so many but the one that haunts me is:
<dl><dd>"Break, Break, Break"
Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts . . .
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June 30, 2008 03:28 AM EDT --
At the end of my life, I live,
And dream my way back
Through a thousand acres of time
To when I sat small and unalone,
Listening to the whispers
Of unloved maple leaves.
At the end of my life, . . .
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July 23, 2008 09:10 PM EDT --
He was but a whisper.
Not knowing that human tears
Could drown the beauty of a quiet face,
he walked cold and ghostlike,
Among other men a statue
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September 17, 2008 08:49 PM EDT --
Left alone,
locked in the past.
Forgotten friendships
buried,
Never meant to last.
Left alone
Time standing still
Unforeseen,
this bitter pill.
Left alone,
The sky is gray
It wasn't meant . . .
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October 25, 2008 03:27 AM EDT --
I know how the prisoner feels
When he's locked up in the pen.
I feel the longing in his soul
To be outside again.
I see the sag of his shoulders
As he sits there reminiscing,
And . . .
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November 04, 2008 01:19 AM EST --
In just a moment
I knew---But I was lost in your eyes
So I said it didn't matter,
That you were never mine to keep.
I basked in the heaven of your smile
Ignoring the hell in my heart, . . .
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November 23, 2008 05:46 AM EST --
If you are irritated by every rub, how will you be polished? ~ Rumi
______ ~ Rumi (Mawlānā Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Balkhī) (1207-1273) ~
I died as a mineral and became a . . .
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July 06, 2008 04:56 PM EDT --
We strive for the secret,
Yet never quite reach it.
And the old are still the young
With grayer hair and paper skin,
While the child plays house
In Mama's clothes,
Innocent, yet knowing. . . .
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July 27, 2008 05:33 PM EDT --
A lop-sided moon
Shows its pock-marked face,
Smirking in a sky bereft of cloud.
While winter trees stretch,
Twisting their limbs toward the sky,
Lifting their last blood dried leaves in silence, . . .
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August 18, 2008 10:30 PM EDT --
There is beauty in my dark world Though at times it may seem bleak Flecks of joy taint tears of sorrow That linger on my cheek. Though the gold eludes the rainbow and that makes me want to cry, the colors . . .
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April 04, 2008 02:17 PM EDT --
I grew up with books, they were in my hands most any waking moment. I could read while doing dishes, cleaning my room, and most any daily task. Every year my head impacted with a pole holding . . .
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June 25, 2007 07:17 PM EDT --
The following haiku I created moments ago, "off the top of my head". I was reading the two latest comments on my haiku, "Renge" (Lotus) and at the mention of nature, was inspired . . .
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