Tag: poets
group name: opendoorpoetry
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January 28, 2008 09:31 AM EST --
A mother's prescription
{ To Renee (Pres of Baby James Foundation), my friend, dearest.}
Sewn lips.
She cannot tell.
Failed words storm the window of heart.
Eyes have . . .
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February 29, 2008 09:49 AM EST --
Tears of an angel
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Winding up his wings
He sits on the steep end of the temple
The angel.
Down there people,
People touching
The marvels of ancient . . .
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February 07, 2008 09:55 AM EST --
Nice girls donot fl y
The echoing voice a distant crow
Down in the valley of papers
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March 03, 2008 08:12 AM EST --
The ant
An ant with its provisions,
The shade of rain on anthill.
Looking at it you have learned-
Someone's leftover can save
Lives.
Crushed letters are getting drenched, . . .
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February 05, 2008 06:58 AM EST --
Too Early
Morning
Time to wake up
Shower and head to work
Another day of toil awaits
Mourning
Copyright © February 5, 2008
~ DragonSoul
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~ Poet's Nook
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February 19, 2008 08:44 PM EST --
Baby Steps
Afraid
To even blink
For fear that I might miss
Those first triumphant steps forward
Fearless
Copyright © February 19, 2008
~ DragonSoul
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~ Poet's Nook . . .
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January 26, 2008 06:34 AM EST --
Village boy came to city, found love
She opened her mouth and,
He saw the sharp and metals.
Beautiful, poignant and murderous.
They teeth of the city is as hungry
As his homeland's . . .
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January 30, 2008 09:24 AM EST --
True blue of dreams
A white pigeon and a black pigeon
On a distant T.V. antenna,
Just now sun comes down upon its wings
Pecks and eats peanuts out of my hand.
One has unveiled . . .
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February 03, 2008 05:11 AM EST --
Proposal
Band of yellow gold
A diamond
I ask for your hand
Copyright © February 3, 2008
~ DragonSoul
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~ Poet's Nook
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February 04, 2008 12:27 AM EST --
A Courtesy
Sincere
Your words to me
I expect nothing less
I extend the same courtesy
Honest
Copyright February 3, 2008
~ DragonSoul
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~ Poet's Nook
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February 06, 2008 06:08 AM EST --
Sky Gazing
I love to gaze into the skies
Backdrop blue; here and there a cloud
At night stars shine like fireflies
Watching how a condor flies
Rare glimpse of a bald eagle, proud
I love . . .
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February 25, 2008 07:17 AM EST --
Of All the Fish in the Sea...
Set out in the world with you new wife
I know this is what you think you wanted
Be careful to not forfeit your life
Her own selfish motives are teasingly flaunted . . .
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February 25, 2008 08:20 AM EST --
Mute flute
Welcome. Please have a drink on the porch,
Welcome, dear evening.
Beg your pardon for slurred voice.
Pardon the gathers of moist
On my black . . .
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February 28, 2008 12:39 PM EST --
Deep dead.
Door of the house no.3 is closing behind.
On the steps a yellow bird named sunshine lying
Dead.
Closes the door, the pitter patter . . .
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March 01, 2008 12:52 AM EST --
look up at the sky
This time of the afternoon
She has to jump down
From her verandah.
Each and every day.
A fatal cloud on the sun.
Her doctor reminds her of
The lovely . . .
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March 04, 2008 04:18 AM EST --
Dear old comedian
They sit with the pulsing anticipation
Every time the dilapidated
Comedian takes the stage wearing a wry smile.
Rustles of the mice beneath the stage, . . .
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March 09, 2008 01:17 AM EST --
The wolf (crescendo of silver)
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She knows by the flight of homing birds
Her hunger will grow to reach the nails.
The tingling nails will curl to seek prey.
She looks at the . . .
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January 26, 2008 05:58 AM EST --
A homecoming
She is coming back with a heavy heart,
Heart tends to be hard
Otherwise it hurts easily.
Easily it drenches the soul'
The way now sky . . .
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February 05, 2008 11:28 AM EST --
the fair
The fair has wound up
The hubbub has died away.
Slight poignancy in the air.
And, cold status quo is creeping here.
The desertion is a dead light,
Seen through . . .
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February 16, 2008 02:10 AM EST --
By the window of the funeral and florescent flower
See, the face of her.
The hunger does blend with grief.
She comes out to stand at a outstretch porch, stand stiff. . . .
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