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Going through motions | Keyword
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Poems built around a keyword. Asymp; Leave a comment. Piku was a brave girl with a tall father. Who had a problem with the motions. A largely static girl herself she spurns. Obtrusive lovers for this tallest father. Some may be having similar dynamics,. Less to do with emotions than motions. Now that the dad has croaked his last. Will there be a few emotions for Piku? At least she need go through no motions. After watching a Hindi movie. Larr; Previous post. Next post →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. In ol...
Our other | Keyword
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Poems built around a keyword. Asymp; Leave a comment. There is not much of a sun about us. Where we and our other come from. We would cry hours for a milk pail. To make ourselves sick and crying. We were actually laughing at other. We were not a helpless milk baby. That is the way we pay our tribute. To him who trailed us as a shadow. Larr; Previous post. Next post →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public).
Cotton suicides | Keyword
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Poems built around a keyword. Asymp; Leave a comment. These are clouds over farmer’s faces. Now they squeeze their faces into sky. The sky is as cracked as cotton’s land. Down there are masses of a cumulus. With no rail tickets to reach a cotton. They fizzle down as promises unmet. Cottons will go about a mass suicide. By the electric fan, not finding trees. Larr; Previous post. Next post →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. In ol...
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Poems built around a keyword. Asymp; Leave a comment. Midnight music is the rising ocean. Called by a reddening of the moon. Midnight music is the pipal leaves. Playing the wind’s exotic hill music. As its fingers touch the spiked ends. Midnight music is the invisible cricket. Singing in the dark silences of the bush. Asymp; Leave a comment. Loneliness grows on park benches. That are as lonely as fans whirring. For nobody, with the bums away in. Hotel rooms clutching their heads . Asymp; Leave a comment.
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Empty chair – The hibiscus
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A poem a day. A poem a day by A.J.Rao. I have seen this empty chair in room,. A meta chair sitting in a room’s void,. A floating chair of a thought in room. He who never existed never sat in it. He is as empty as the floating chair. Nobody can stop me from his sitting. He is a no body but on empty chair. Pretending to float with empty man,. A man who might have sat on chair. It is what happens to my meta men. Who sit in chairs on empty thoughts. Nobody stops me from possilibities. August 11, 2015. Light ...
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Confusion – The hibiscus
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A poem a day. A poem a day by A.J.Rao. I have watched him grow bigger. And higher against pale shadows. Growing out of need for my love. He grew out of his muddy boots. Out in a field , with halo of hair. I recall he sat by me years ago. In a shy row of a wedding feast. Wearing the early Krishna smile. The smile has since transformed. To a snigger in the curve of lips. Leaving me confused about love. August 14, 2015. August 14, 2015. View all posts by hibiscusandgrowing. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Light...
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2016-11-16-3735-01 – A photographer's diary
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A photographer's diary. Notes towards making of photo-images. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. I and The Body. Poetry of the moment.
Mapping our space – Fog
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December 19, 2016. December 19, 2016. A fine warm line goes forward, in a single track and then loops and turns us toward the sky as if the earth were sky with our footprints missing or erased willfully by winds. We first map country homes with electric poles and the abandoned substations with bat-homes. We then enter casuarina trees in their tall homes. Beyond them is a rise of the sea with no map, only a dull ocean sound for our cartography. Canada is immigrant’s map of a maple leaf. A low hanging fruit.
The steadfast canine – Fog
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December 13, 2016. The sun is up above a winter breeze , in gray clouds. A silky brown dog is tugging at a master’s leash ,generally curious about wayside grass. In Melbourne the sun rose five hours ago in WhatsApp . The sun might have got into the metro, holding gleaming handrails. Here, in my mornings I have poetry words stuck from desultory readings in the cyber wastes. Straggler words do make a poem or two and bring up a gleaming image from the bottom of night. A low hanging fruit. You are commenting...
Good bones – Fog
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January 1, 2017. January 1, 2017. The loved one’s bones cannot be all that good when in the clay-pot. The clay-pot cannot be all that good if hurled in mid-waters, with a promise not to turn back. The promise cannot be all that good if the boat has turned back from eddy. The eddy cannot be all that good if it closes too. You can make it beautiful. Referring to Maggie Smith’s poem “Good Bones. 8221; that went viral recently). Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).
January 2017 – Indian Metaphor
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Poems with Indian motifs, Indian cultural expressions. The Hibiscus: The hibiscus. Light grew less in his eyes and other poems. Light grew less in his eyes and other poems. A phototographer's diary. A poet's diary. I and The Body. Poetry of the moment. The language of thought. What goes on inside. Follow me on Twitter. Then, at the dead of the night. A river’s waters rose , swelled. And spilled over to the village. The mountains then looked on. As a flying chariot-in-flames. Had sheared the edges smooth.
Meaning – Fog
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December 29, 2016. December 29, 2016. In the bus the tiny girl suggested many levels, layers of meaning filtering into a cozy bus from the information spread about in the bus around the driver seeing in the rear view mirror and passers-by who vaguely whizzed past him. It was for me to make meaning synchronizing my plane of existence with hers. At another level a fuzzy sun set on the still lake as if the collected lake had to speak for the day without orange sun blazing in other side. Fog in the throat.
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Only truth – Indian Sensibility
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Poems about Indian situations,Indian motifs, Indian cultural expressions. November 26, 2016. November 26, 2016. Money has endless queues in a sun. For old man who has outlived work. Holy city’s weaver cries out a name. Which is only truth ,full and final. Stand in queue for money to burn. On the river bank, to Shiva’s ashes. In the holy city of Varanasi , corpses are taken in procession for cremation to the river bank amid shouts of “the only truth is Rama’s (God’s) name”). View all posts by nisheedhi.
Mom’s watch – Indian Metaphor
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Poems with Indian motifs, Indian cultural expressions. The Hibiscus: The hibiscus. Light grew less in his eyes and other poems. Light grew less in his eyes and other poems. A phototographer's diary. A poet's diary. I and The Body. Poetry of the moment. The language of thought. What goes on inside. Follow me on Twitter. She was our mom , big mom. In green, fond of wrist watch. She gives us mixers to make. Our truth and hers palatable,. Keeps ticking watch with her. Let watch be buried as truth.
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Poetry Archive of New Zealand Aotearoa. Issue 31 of Poetry Notes available now. The 31st issue of the newsletter from Poetry Archive of New Zealand Aotearoa is available now for download as a pdf. Inside Spring 2017, Volume 8, issue 3. J G Brown: An account by Mark Pirie; classic New Zealand poetry by Bessie L Heighton (1884-1959); comment on. Forty Years of Titirangi Poets. The Poetry Archive of NZ Aotearoa (PANZA) now has over 5,000 titles. The Poetry Archive of New Zealand catalogue. The 30th issue of...
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You make me feel so beautiful. You make me feel so beautiful, beautiful all over,. So loveable and so very special. The way you look at me. Your warm gaze sends shivers down my spine. Your gentle touch gives me goosebumps all over. Your soft kisses melt away all my sorrows. When you hold me tight in your arms. My whole worlds become so secure. Dont ever let go, Just hold me just hold. Valentines Day Short Poems. The desire to live. That it lost its contours. And got into another shape:. I was a lie;.
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Proza – Eseistica. Cu sau fără legendă: Amedeo Modigliani. November 30, 2008. Legendele contribuie la crearea realităţii şi pot deveni, uneori, mai utile decât faptele în sine. Mirosiţi această femeie – o discreţie de un număr prea mic. November 29, 2008. Alice Drogoreanu place pentru că restituie sufletului mişcări cândva pierdute. Groapa din tavan – tragica resemnare a ultimului mare învins al cerului. November 29, 2008. Recenzie Groapa din Tavan – Matei Vişniec. November 29, 2008. November 29, 2008.
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Keyword | Short poems built around a keyword
Short poems built around a keyword. July 30, 2015. We are still on the earth anxious for victory. Of avoiding the bumps in our tiny stomachs. And the consequent high tension wires in us. Snapping in their lightning flash, a big bang. We are looking for our paper to fly like them. Who went before and are a dead-weight still. On the earth we are hanging on to the hangar. Counting Siberian bird feet into our swamps. July 30, 2015. There is not much of a sun about us. Where we and our other come from. After ...
Poetry Arrived In Search Of Me
Poetry Arrived In Search Of Me. Y fue a esa edad.Llego la poesia a buscarme. -Pablo Neruda. Sure Have another Maker's, Kasey. Tuesday, May 09, 2006. This has nothing to do with poetry, but perhaps the one and a half people who actually read this will pardon my departure from the established form. 11:09 PM : 8 comments. Saturday, March 25, 2006. And there I was again,. Sound, soft,. Pressing with headlights into. A conversation with someone. With whom I did not want to have. Â do you like to read? After I...
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Poétry Arrth ta fiction, qui reprend l'histoire d'Harry Potter ou elle s'est arrêter. Cette fiction sort entièrement de mon imagination, je ne me suis inspirée d'aucune fiction je vous demanderez donc d'en faire autant avec la mienne. Les sorciers atteignent leurs majorités à 21 ans. Rogue n'est pas mort, il a perdu l'usage de ses jambes. 15/02/2012 at 2:29 AM. 04/04/2013 at 9:47 AM. Soundtrack of My Life. Maniac The Voice Casting (The Voice). Subscribe to my blog! Urprises accueilleront la nouvelle élève.
Poetry Art by Launa
Poetry Art by Launa. Poetry and Art Combined on Canvas. Wednesday, July 04, 2012. Look closer, the stars and stripes are not only the words of my poetry, they are the children who make up our great country. Happy 4th of July and. Wednesday, June 13, 2012. Our two future milkers.Adelaide and Schokolade. These photos go with my previous blog regarding "La Dolce Vita Farms."). Tuesday, April 24, 2012. I think the need to do more than one thing at a time is why I starting doing Poetry Art. How much I do love...
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