Tag: poem
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June 17, 2008 07:17 PM EDT --
Of the better-known poets who contributed to From the Other World: Poems in Memory of James Wright, I hear most often from Gibbons Ruark. In promoting the collection at libraries and bookstores, I've . . .
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November 05, 2009 08:40 PM EST --
A letter from anyone
A letter has been thrown from the window
of a white girls’ school-bus to no one
in particular and the glory
belongs to all the boys. The letter . . .
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November 04, 2009 08:39 PM EST --
postmen
never retire;
their subconsciouses carry
moments whispered on blank pages,
timeless.
© 2009- C opyright reserved Kushal Poddar . . .
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December 05, 2008 06:46 PM EST --
listen to a reading of this piece at http://miriamfeder/Motivation.mp3
Fear is a great motivator but it has short legs.
They give out after the test, semester’s close, the . . .
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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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November 06, 2009 08:39 PM EST --
birds and cats of this world
(To Chris)
Chris has sent me a thousand birds’ calls.
They are muffled by my neighbor’s cat
hungry, forlorn after giving birth. . . .
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November 09, 2008 09:24 AM EST --
You laid there
weak and wet
freshly hatched
struggling out
of the shell
I watched you peck
chip away the walls
in tiny flecks
It took you
several tries
to spread your wings
hold . . .
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February 28, 2009 12:25 AM EST --
~ Destiny ~
Our bleeding tears are belittled by the night
Laboring impatiently with a manifestation of souls bending time
Solitude seemed . . .
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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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September 10, 2009 12:37 AM EDT --
A Life Lessons (Part 1)
The skyline
The smell of rain drops
The fellowship of the sun
A cadence of natural things . . .
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February 16, 2009 05:24 PM EST --
Yes, I finally published Woman At The Well ! It a book of original poetry and devotions and has been very well received! Since I have received encouragement and support over the past couple of . . .
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September 10, 2009 07:19 AM EDT --
Elegy
Evening comes with homing birds.
The flying wings are slowing down.
Memories want to fill the gaps
at this moment; hunt for pieces
scattered in a room we visit . . .
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July 26, 2009 10:18 AM EDT --
forgetting history
(To Richard Lynn Livesay)
We have measured the river and the flood
by the rise and fall of the moon’s lonely
empire each night. When the high tide . . .
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July 11, 2008 10:15 AM EDT --
My content on Gather, for the most part falls into one of the following categories:
Poetry
Short Stories
Novel Excerpts
Reviews
Bloggy/Op-ed Stuff
Questions I really want answers . . .
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July 16, 2009 08:53 AM EDT --
T id e black
By the night they haul the black canisters,
surreptitiously, stealthily they move
midst a moonless night with rabid dogs barking.
They say take care. “Take . . .
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October 03, 2009 07:52 AM EDT --
Hearing a festival
The promotional colored handbills
are in a fancy flight of freedom.
Roads cheer; wind blows; children dance, couples.
These are the special . . .
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October 11, 2009 09:43 PM EDT --
the last will and testament
A renewal clause, pen's cap opened,
spectacles rest on a document
of life, of seasons, of autumn, of snows.
Autumn twits on; the hidden . . .
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October 12, 2009 09:35 PM EDT --
Noiseless Sunday
A glow bug flew onto the tip of my finger;
flaming stories of the briny days burned and burned.
The woman we share in our life turned a page of
‘A death in the family’; . . .
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October 14, 2009 09:38 PM EDT --
haiku for granny
rain drops on the sun
they bring the heads together
sunflowers
© 2009- C opyright reserved Kushal Poddar (reprinting . . .
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October 15, 2009 09:43 PM EDT --
gifts of this season
Gifts are still wrapped under a tree
on an island amidst a river
flowing through our house. A trite bridge
quivers; strong wind this . . .
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