Tag: poetry
group name: bardsandsages
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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 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 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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February 11, 2009 11:56 AM EST --
What a priceless wealth heaven hath bestowed;
The form of a cherubic face
In this treacherous world - my host;
Triumphs over my agony with all grace.
I'm so lucky to be among a . . .
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February 16, 2009 03:23 AM EST --
God, You have given me everything;
Healthy food to eat, nice job and a beautiful house to live in.
You have fulfilled every wish,
Spotless clothes to wear, scholarly books to read,
And loving parents, . . .
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February 15, 2009 11:41 PM EST --
I look to you
As hot tears hit the ground.
You reach out to me
And true love is found
Not by word
Or even gesture.
Just by your mere presence.
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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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July 23, 2008 09:10 PM EDT --
He was but a whisper.
Not knowing that human tears
Could drown the beauty of a quiet face,
he walked cold and ghostlike,
Among other men a statue
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September 17, 2008 08:49 PM EDT --
Left alone,
locked in the past.
Forgotten friendships
buried,
Never meant to last.
Left alone
Time standing still
Unforeseen,
this bitter pill.
Left alone,
The sky is gray
It wasn't meant . . .
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October 25, 2008 03:27 AM EDT --
I know how the prisoner feels
When he's locked up in the pen.
I feel the longing in his soul
To be outside again.
I see the sag of his shoulders
As he sits there reminiscing,
And . . .
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November 04, 2008 01:19 AM EST --
In just a moment
I knew---But I was lost in your eyes
So I said it didn't matter,
That you were never mine to keep.
I basked in the heaven of your smile
Ignoring the hell in my heart, . . .
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October 05, 2008 10:28 PM EDT --
This is a poem that I just couldn't finish. I started it a long time ago and don't remember what my original intent was. I feel it needs more though, so I am putting it out here for . . .
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July 06, 2008 04:56 PM EDT --
We strive for the secret,
Yet never quite reach it.
And the old are still the young
With grayer hair and paper skin,
While the child plays house
In Mama's clothes,
Innocent, yet knowing. . . .
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July 13, 2008 03:12 PM EDT --
I used to keep my heart
In a woven wicker basket
On a cluttered closet shelf.
It was safe there.
You came along one day
bringing candied sunshine on a stick,
I put it away in a black box
Beneath . . .
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July 27, 2008 05:33 PM EDT --
A lop-sided moon
Shows its pock-marked face,
Smirking in a sky bereft of cloud.
While winter trees stretch,
Twisting their limbs toward the sky,
Lifting their last blood dried leaves in silence, . . .
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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 . . .
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January 25, 2008 09:01 AM EST --
Where is the power?
Words fall short before a rising sun.
They are nothing to the gust of rays,
Giddy they lower their heads
On the green grass.
That squanders the gathers of . . .
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January 15, 2009 01:25 AM EST --
I miss the way things used to be
When our world was simply you and me.
And I could show the love I now must hide
the days when my tears were still uncried
I miss the days when we were young and . . .
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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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May 22, 2008 04:38 PM EDT --
Many writers already know the drill. You followed the publisher guidelines. You waited patiently. Then one day you get a form letter or a form e-mail that reads "Thank you . . .
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