Tag: poem
group name: nyread
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March 27, 2008 11:43 AM EDT --
Beneath your lonely feet
Walk a long desert.
The gold of a sky
Eternal, liquid.
Fire of sand touches
Both your lonely feet.
They call those bushes snake flowers.
The breeze . . . more
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September 20, 2007 03:27 PM EDT --
In every cemetery I’ve seen
a stone with my name
over a long-occupied grave.
(It’s a common name; still,
I’m glad to see the spot’s
already taken, and not mine.)
I found this . . . more
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May 20, 2006 05:04 AM EDT --
I'm sure it's common knowledge to Avid New Yorker fans, a club which I have only recently become a member, but there are two incredible pieces that I think you should all be aware of.
The first . . . more
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March 24, 2008 10:16 AM EDT --
God in a hot afternoon
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Sun is leaping over the cracked fence.
Light feet of sunlight
Wakes a sick horse chomping a mouthful. . . . more
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March 25, 2008 11:22 AM EDT --
He has no calendar
His cheap cigar burns to suppress smells.
A moment of respite and a strike
To light up the smokes from a death-stick.
Now a young sun leans on blue terrace. . . . more
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February 29, 2008 09:49 AM EST --
Tears of an angel
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Winding up his wings
He sits on the steep end of the temple
The angel.
Down there people,
People touching
The marvels of ancient . . . more
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March 02, 2008 04:01 AM EST --
A kitty named "Zelda"
Her paws, soft, are upon fallen gold
Of rustling foliage. Cold sundown
Turns around to a shadowy cottage.
A cottage with a coach and love-strokes
On . . . more
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March 08, 2008 01:02 AM EST --
They arrested pa!
The storm on the northern sky
He eyes the yellow painted door,
Fingers quivered on touch of
The ancient woods and red bricks.
The crisscross of the net . . . more
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February 05, 2008 08:05 PM EST --
Winter's last snowpile:
small volcano melts away,
never to erupt.
(This poem is dedicated to Stefano P.)
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March 10, 2008 10:45 AM EDT --
Ascent of a human
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A yellow star with love and power shines.
Rays are all I need at this moment of
Cactus grown on the uterus of mind.
To the sun . . . more
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February 23, 2008 04:12 AM EST --
Amnesia arose
I never pardoned you to wake me
With a splash of grief
Thrown on my closed eyes.
Arose I found me amid wetness.
A bed of ocean,
The salt of . . . more
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March 28, 2008 08:09 AM EDT --
A story retold
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Behold the flower stooping upon a flower,
The graves and stones are not cold under a warm star.
The metaphor of grief falls from a brown leaf.
A bold . . . more
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February 27, 2008 06:56 AM EST --
Rains on the vegetable patch
Sickened, it came waning
From the up North, land of ice.
Feverish cloud, it came only
To ebb at your windowpane.
Rain; rain on your . . . more
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March 08, 2008 12:39 PM EST --
Letter from a child's playground
"Nothing!" you call him.
And, he is all smiles.
Neighborhood sun shines
On a verdant land.
Sprinkled . . . more
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March 03, 2008 08:12 AM EST --
The ant
An ant with its provisions,
The shade of rain on anthill.
Looking at it you have learned-
Someone's leftover can save
Lives.
Crushed letters are getting drenched, . . . more
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March 11, 2008 08:44 AM EDT --
Fatigue, my friend!
Fatigue is a friend I owe my life.
Closed mind sometimes likes to take a stride
With its hand held in hand, amid trees.
Fatigue is used to sit on . . . more
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March 13, 2008 09:20 AM EDT --
Hotel sea view ===============
A long walk up the wet sand
Sun on the grains and
Salt in the sky and water.
Hands in the long pockets
Flare the nostrils.
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March 14, 2008 09:55 AM EDT --
Sickened heart
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Hand extends to touch yours and
It passes beyond
Only the wetness stays on.
Without a loss of
Something closer to this heart
You cannot . . . more
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March 15, 2008 06:26 AM EDT --
Rain rain
Mother told her to save them for rainy days.
The rain drops on the future this noon.
This noon of annihilated sun.
And, this day she breaks her piggy bank.
Opened, . . . more
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March 18, 2008 01:55 PM EDT --
Throbbing twilight
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A throb is coming alive,
It faces the cracked mirror,
And dares the reflection.
Jaded image speaks the tongue
Of an alien . . . more
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