Tag: essays
group name: bardsandsages
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July 19, 2007 07:12 PM EDT --
Dear Gather Friends,
Occasionally I receive calls for submissions from various magazines/publishers. I have no personal experience with this magazine, but thought I would pass this on to those of you . . . more
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March 22, 2008 12:08 AM EDT --
The closed doors.
The closed doors look at his back.
You know they are insignificant!
He will not look back to see nameplates.
The sky welcomes a new wonderer,
A fellow of its eternity! . . . more
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March 30, 2008 06:26 AM EDT --
Insecurity
The bike and its rounds,
Everyday at this time,
The sound like a child
Whining in insecurity.
Air fiddles with her hair who
Stands at the balcony.
From there the . . . more
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March 22, 2008 08:16 AM EDT --
Seaside l ore---------------
She strolled down to sea at dead night.
That was the last of her seen, yet.
Legends roamed there and giggled with
Pebbles. Whispers of darkness were
So . . . more
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April 02, 2008 11:18 AM EDT --
Shabby rooster
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The smell of burnt milk in the morning,
Parables of domesticities
Rise from the night of an unslept bed.
The tired ring . . . more
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May 26, 2008 12:54 PM EDT --
Words of a sea
Words of a sea spoken in close whispers
It is an avid proponent of sky.
I wish I could lift my face to sky, blue.
Instead I decide to watch the death-pain
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May 21, 2008 08:34 AM EDT --
I like it blended
The sweat and the market.
Life on the village is stirring.
The beggar and the thief
Half heartedly handing over
Their loots to the leader.
The vendor . . . more
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July 30, 2008 08:54 AM EDT --
Cat eyes
She is in a mood
as she comes today,
sits in this tepid bed.
The mystic eyes sparkle,
a clear message,
“Do not come near”.
You bow
to this ancient animal
who . . . more
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June 03, 2008 11:14 AM EDT --
The four musicians in a field
( to Alison and the band)
A note has touched the cloud, just now.
A bird has stopped over thinking
it may find another of its kind.
. . . more
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June 04, 2008 07:52 AM EDT --
Purple sky(in my head)
Purple sky. Leaves have just turned dark
From the golden. Eyes never tire.
This time they come for medicines,
Close the windows of the gray asylum.
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June 29, 2008 05:07 AM EDT --
Euro 2008: an unofficial poem
No slipup is now allowed. He utters
them, the words; as her hand slips into his.
The knockout level is a sphere where
the atmospheric pressure . . . more
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June 10, 2008 07:21 AM EDT --
Home
"Boys. Oh, boys." She tells.
The bouts of cough in between.
The few of her pictures
Resting on the table with
A short leg. Sepia.
A cup of tea long past its
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June 11, 2008 10:20 AM EDT --
Story so old (weathercock tells)
The weathercock at the top of the old steeple
Knows a little about the reasons she stands here
At this time of a summer day.
She turns her head to . . . more
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June 26, 2008 11:50 AM EDT --
Gold or whatever
When he saw it, the color of the melted sun,
the old man with rheumatic fingers and a plow,
slow with age; thought it was a toy part belonged to
. . . more
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July 03, 2008 08:07 AM EDT --
Legacy ( tall tales Gather Thursday writing essential )
The 3 years old. He waited for the bag.
He waited with tense keenness, impatience,
waited for the carpetbag to come home.
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July 06, 2008 02:24 AM EDT --
Journey (times)
"How far?" She asks, eternally without answers.
Eyes, weary eyes look yonder,
A path lies ahead, tortuous as ever,
Lost amid lights and darks. . . . more
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July 07, 2008 09:49 AM EDT --
The invisible and a man
There is slight green of grass beneath,
Grown out of the cracks on cement.
His palms settle on the railings,
Some times you have to face feelings. . . . more
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July 07, 2008 11:46 PM EDT --
The boat of crime
The dark boat in the night.
How many times he woke up with sweats
Dreaming badly of a creature from hell
Creeping up
From the water.
Always at night . . . more
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June 25, 2008 09:05 AM EDT --
Café at night : Wednesday writing essential
( dedicated to the immortal painting of Van Gogh, also known as the Yellow Cafe)
They wait for the stars.
The stars bring . . . more
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August 02, 2008 06:15 AM EDT --
History
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A day had gone without saying the words.
we knew what he was thinking while changing
pavements. What he would tell over the phone
at one of . . . more
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