Tag: poets
group name: entrenos
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April 05, 2008 08:09 AM EDT --
Rape of a housemaid
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May 14, 2008 12:13 PM EDT --
Aftermath of an accident
The down and drawn men, how was it to be
That close to death? The snub of light through it,
The bitter dark water's fatal embrace . . . 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 16, 2008 10:08 AM EDT --
Deliverance
The shadow of the winged creature
Upon the arid-gold meadows...
The shades of the trees have shortened,
The high-lighted flowers on earth
Uplift their faces asking . . . more
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April 04, 2008 06:15 AM EDT --
A game of chess
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A buzzing insect, a defective light,
The door with a net face and broken hinge,
A jump of a silhouette cat captures mind.
A cot and a smudged . . . more
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April 08, 2008 11:38 PM EDT --
A m oment of truth
Disappointment flies amid the eternal sky
Great as it might be it can't surpass one dusk.
She climbs up a steeple, chases a gust of wind
That . . . more
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April 02, 2008 10:40 AM EDT --
Buddha's fire
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Buddha's hand enters into fire.
Rattling guns and vomiting death,
Rounds and rounds of limitless war,
Buddha walks with thirst through . . . more
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April 07, 2008 11:24 AM EDT --
Moon on the rear view mirror (assassin)
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Moon on the rear view mirror
Chasing the assassin's speeding
Chariot. . . . more
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April 16, 2008 09:01 AM EDT --
A coats, not hers
( a poetry that begins at the words I have stolen with permission from the master writer K.c.Klein)
A coat, not hers wraps the little body
Crouched it twists down . . . more
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May 05, 2008 01:22 PM EDT --
Those waiting eyes
The wait of rain has been soaked in meadows.
The warmth of a fragile hand is still on
The support of the porch. A pair of eyes,
Tired and looking beyond, now is not . . . more
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May 09, 2008 10:57 AM EDT --
Both the worlds
The reddish brown terrain of cinnamon
Is it the country you come from?
Evening drops down from this side of earth.
There is always silence to match.
The green . . . more
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June 07, 2008 04:12 AM EDT --
The black, the white
( to the drawing by Shirley U Understand Me)
The white, akin to the silence
that falls when she has put on sleep
is spread on the eternity, soft. . . . 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 02, 2008 08:23 AM EDT --
Cat at the dead- end
At the dead-end it unfurls its nails, sharp.
A steep wall is watching the lone cat's back.
Its feeling of being betrayed gives shivers.
A wall that . . . more
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June 17, 2008 09:45 AM EDT --
To my old man
Of course, I shall ignore
the advice of yours
and pick up those habits
however uncomely
they must have been. Old man.
My . . . 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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April 25, 2008 08:38 AM EDT --
Ride on a fallen trophy( what I saw at the time of a storm )
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The storm enters in the roads of mankind
Just then. Just then . . . more
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May 03, 2008 08:39 AM EDT --
Moments
Cries of thousand crickets and single soul,
The island harks them all in a rhythm
Of their own. The obscure bell at temple
Fogged by the past of light and bowing heads, . . . more
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