Tag: poetry
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August 29, 2008 10:29 AM EDT --
I teach community college writing classes at a federal prison. Our fall semester just started, so I am very much caught up in that milieu. My mind turns to an introductory poetry class I facilitated . . .
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May 01, 2009 03:11 PM EDT --
Market Ability
Writing successfully I am
Aristotle, Cervantes,
Twain, Mencken, and Billy Collins.
Adrenaline rushes, face flushes,
And a noticeable mental . . .
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October 15, 2009 02:41 PM EDT --
Teacher Teacher
“Teacher, teacher,” her students beseech her,
Teach us everything we need to know.
Help us learn and help us grow
Into the people we want to be,
Into . . .
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April 06, 2009 11:39 AM EDT --
Thanks to Atlantis and her clever posting "Blind dates make you feel like a loser" for reminding me of this little poem I wrote after reading the personals in the Ann Arbor Observer. In . . .
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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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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 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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October 09, 2009 05:18 PM EDT --
Girls With Red Hair on Cherry Cadillacs with
Bushido Swords ,
By Victoria Selene Skye-Deme
A Review By Chris Brockman
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July 01, 2008 01:51 PM EDT --
A lot of us have found a room of our own, with and without the help of Virginia Woolf. I still marvel at the wonder and nurture possible in that space, both within and without. This was my post . . .
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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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October 31, 2009 08:31 AM EDT --
I'd like to take a minute or two to spotlight my Gather friend Joe Hinostro, the best romantic poet you're not reading on Gather. Go to his profile page ( http://joeshmoe.gather.com/ ) and read his unique . . .
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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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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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November 15, 2008 10:41 PM EST --
Hi Everyone!
I recently got good news, my published book of poetry is finally taking off! I am so happy and wanted share this wonderful news with all my friends here on gather. I am . . .
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June 07, 2008 03:45 PM EDT --
This is an open access Googleable site(despite having to have a password to get all the way in) and once your work is Googleable, it's considered published. No longer exclusive. No editor will . . .
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November 18, 2008 08:32 AM EST --
Should I be, as some blind never to see?
Or free to walk into the lamp-lit streets?
Cold inert vultures align windows above,
Hoping to prey on a young fruitful chest,
Not I, I refuse decay, . . .
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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 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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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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