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Autumn Verses (old blog): Comments
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Autumn Verses (old blog). Thursday, March 01, 2007. I just realised that some comments from friends have been deleted while I was fiddling with the content and layout of this blog. I've posted the comments again after retrieving them from my email box. However, there may be some which were not retained in my mail box and thus I was unable to post those. Apologies. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Links - The Literary Circle. Just A Dummy Blog. Page of Woe Absorbed.
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Autumn Verses (old blog): November 2005
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Autumn Verses (old blog). Wednesday, November 30, 2005. A birthday greeting flushed across. A cyberline and landed pooped. At the right space. Great! Gabriel will have his birthday. Wish and all the wishes. He could wish,. He does not wish for an alien. Revised 30 July 2006). Tuesday, November 15, 2005. A is the first letter of the alphabet. And we have to travel a length. Of rope before we reach Z. Can we recite our life,. Like children reciting the alphabet,. From A to Z then to A again. Just so to know.
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Autumn Verses (old blog): Heritage (Angsana Tree) NaPo # 29
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Autumn Verses (old blog). Saturday, April 29, 2006. Heritage (Angsana Tree) NaPo # 29. Angsana tree by the river bank. Blooms a yellow-orche crown. That perfumes the air. And rains a golden carpet the next day. Angsana Tree (original title). Angsana tree by the river bank. Blooms a yellow-orche crown. That perfumes the air. And rains a golden carpet the next day. And reminds us of our heritage. NaPoWriMo - 29 April 2006. You are right it does not need all that addational line. View my complete profile.
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Autumn Verses (old blog): October 2005
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Autumn Verses (old blog). Wednesday, October 12, 2005. Not today, I can't write. A giant's feet have stepped on mine. And needles prick the pillow of flesh. On my shoulders, each time I move my head. And my head feels like it would drop off anytime. From drunkenness of exhaustion. And my brain just wants to flip. Around the net of the web. Sunday, October 09, 2005. At work on Saturday, supposed to be an off day,. Got pissed off by an assistant, a temp. Who came in two hours late and so. Don't tell me a r...
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Autumn Verses (old blog): 3 a.m. - NaPo # 26
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Autumn Verses (old blog). Wednesday, April 26, 2006. 3 am - NaPo # 26. The night was morning at 3 am. I roused fresh from dreams,. And the scatter cushion at my feet. That your ghostly hand tapped on me,. Fell gently like a wake-up call. And I didn’t need an ouija board. To sense your presence. It has been a year and more. Since you last spent a worldly. 3 am with me. And you did not forget. NaPoWriMo - 26 April 2006. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Chinese Bride - NaPo # 29.
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Autumn Verses (old blog): September 2005
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Autumn Verses (old blog). Friday, September 30, 2005. A break from versing, here's a sketch. She's a mother bird. But there's no egg. And no baby bird. She's her only brood. And she'll snap at you. If you poke her breast,. Because you're not one of her's. Revised 10 August 2006). Thursday, September 29, 2005. Why do you let this me live. With this militant limb battling. The life out of me? You won't let me cut it off. And you won't let it heal. I can only grimace at her hideous sight. Stuck to my skin.
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Autumn Verses (old blog): Mind Games
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Autumn Verses (old blog). Monday, August 07, 2006. It's just a marble knocking against another. It's not the rush of Niagara Falls. Still, the room turns purple. Not of salvation but purple like a bruise. Veins throb red in rhythm. To the lips of a big mouth. With the loudest roar that drowns. A zebra screaming from a kill. The maze of dead-ends, like a circle. Without an opening,. Is like a mind with one pin hole. Where every thought goes through. And the pin hole is the sun. Belonging only to its owner.
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Autumn Verses (old blog): Questions - NaPo #27
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Autumn Verses (old blog). Thursday, April 27, 2006. Questions - NaPo #27. Do shadows talk and laugh like us. When we are not looking? Do they melt into the darkness when there’s no light? Do birds scorn us for invasion. With our metal planes? Would they think we’re aliens from giant lands? Do fishes wish they could walk on earth. The way we could swim with them? Or are they planning revenge with an. Are thunder roars grudges of injustice. For all the lost seconds? Is earth’s rotation on its axis. NAPOWRI...
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Autumn Verses (old blog): March 2007
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Autumn Verses (old blog). Thursday, March 01, 2007. I just realised that some comments from friends have been deleted while I was fiddling with the content and layout of this blog. I've posted the comments again after retrieving them from my email box. However, there may be some which were not retained in my mail box and thus I was unable to post those. Apologies. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Links - The Literary Circle. Just A Dummy Blog. Page of Woe Absorbed. Very Like A Whale.