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haiku: A Buddha’s wife’s haiku

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Somewhere for haiku (c) poems by Nicky Goodman. Wednesday, April 10, 2013. A Buddha’s wife’s haiku. For 12 years of Mindfulness? What An. Arsehole. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). As the night sky changes when there is so much fixed in movement we fall by the wayside of a heart, free-fall from a sphere of influence, each a star at the . If he were on vacation. View my complete profile. A Buddha’s wife’s haiku. Simple template. Template images by RBFried.

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poems...poems...: Grief, a dislike of that

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Some poems by (c)Nicky Goodman. Wednesday, 17 April 2013. Grief, a dislike of that. Who that does not mourn, grieve,. Die inside, that does not pace back and forward. In a box that was made. A container, like the one making cows feel safer,. To express better, like a room, a box for a cat, poem,. The News, a ball-bearing, or cake box, the walls falling. When a ribbon is untied, or when dislike for simile holds fast. No more, a dislike of. And in a last salute to metaphor. View my complete profile.

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poems...poems...: Runner 93

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Some poems by (c)Nicky Goodman. Saturday, 26 December 2009. This is the time when she looked up to say. 8220;This is the time when most people do a runner.”. Like she is not most people,. And is not going to do a runner,. Except all she's ever wanted to be is. Most people, to stop running from whatever it is,. Just be most people enough to begin, like most people do,. To fall for the very next kindness she meets. Is a good person, and she. Just wants to be intimate like most people,. Away from being alone.

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Circles and Straight Lines: Virginia Woolf

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Circles and Straight Lines. C)poems by Nicky Goodman. Monday, April 27, 2009. One stone in your pocket must have been for Vita,. The one you dance through a century of leaves,. Falling for her, waiting in the mud-grass of home. Did someone call you a Pointillist writer, each ball. Of light weighed in mass? I am afraid they painted. Impressions of you, pointless really, flecks left out;. Mrs Dalloway without Sackville-West, too much. Amber filter on the banks of the river, too little red.

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Circles and Straight Lines: The Golden Egg

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Circles and Straight Lines. C)poems by Nicky Goodman. Saturday, July 11, 2009. At The Golden Egg, a cafe,. Where ugly folk eat all day breakfasts,. We sip, smoke, read The Mirror,. The Sun, take notes in reams. An old couple in bobble hats,. Face their plates, each other,. Over his fried slice and beans. They slurp with all the time in the world. I think they must be cold,. No jokes, nothing more to win. I think it's all over - until she chokes,. Dribbles on a bit of gristle. View my complete profile.

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Circles and Straight Lines: Fine

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Circles and Straight Lines. C)poems by Nicky Goodman. Wednesday, July 29, 2009. It is just a case of a. When put like that,. Sparky, don't you. It's not like you. Served up your soul'. On a silver platter,. A fine spun, porous,. Lets not split hairs. We are refined; both. Delicate - marked by. I cannot often follow. And the undevised,. My soul has always. And home: no silver platter,. Just a fine-tooth comb,. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Poems by Nicky Goodman.

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haiku

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Somewhere for haiku (c) poems by Nicky Goodman. Saturday, January 23, 2010. A lead to heaven. Clad in crimson. Swamp monster's. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). As the night sky changes when there is so much fixed in movement we fall by the wayside of a heart, free-fall from a sphere of influence, each a star at the . If he were on vacation. If he were on vacation in Florida as a kid and saw a girl drowning in a pool, wondered, in the time standing still, “Why isn’t anyone doing anything?

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poems...poems...: ...and if you dont know cinnamon

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Some poems by (c)Nicky Goodman. Sunday, 30 January 2011. And if you dont know cinnamon. It will come as mysterious as cinnamon,. And if you don’t know cinnamon. It may present itself to you. As apple pie, or mulled wine. And you will remember,. There must have been times,. There must have been - times. In cinnamon flavours and allspice,. When nutmeg raindrops dark outside. Felt like gentle fingers stroking your hair,. Until what wasn‘t known, becomes bolder,. Asserting itself in unrecognisable moments;.

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poems...poems...: haiku, satin shell

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Some poems by (c)Nicky Goodman. Saturday, 26 December 2009. Haiku, satin shell. Pearl satin shell curled. A nestling swan's drumming wings. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Canadian Poetry: Season of Stealth. Sourced from what spring, Driven by what internal command, Accompaniment to the depths of the horn, Announcing the commencement of the act. Stationed on the . Circles and Straight Lines. What we don't need in a poem about nakedness. If he were on vacation.

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poems...poems...: Passion sounds of light rain on green,

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Some poems by (c)Nicky Goodman. Wednesday, 17 April 2013. Passion sounds of light rain on green,. Passion sounds of light rain on green,. As real, to hear musical raindrops. In the hammocks of tines; how the weight,. The holding, the letting go, needs time running. Down monastery walls, hermetic room,. Body, in rumoured enclosures of quiet,. Together, alone - considered. Lonely, a waste. To sense music resting. In the hammock of tines, the harmony. Of music inside, and outside; when light. Awesome Inc&#4...