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April 8, 2009
- I’ve fallen in love with you Ice-CreamI loved the astounding ounces of reinvigoration that you perpetuatedwherever you went; even as the globe grew stale in disdainful roboticwork,I loved the way you tantalized every mortal around you- as everyglobule from your body sensuously dissipated into barren patches ofmud,I loved the way you were served in the most glitteringly embellishedplatter- ...
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March 25, 2009
- While passing by her house While philandering through the bustling traffic streets; the mostconspicuousthing that caught my eye; was obnoxious clouds of derogatory smokerising inthe air, While strolling past the sea shore; the most conspicuous thing thatcaught myeye; was swirling waves breaking down into infinite granules of frothafterstriking the rocks, While gallivanting on a horse through the ...
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March 25, 2009
- While today When she wasn’t there in my life; my hands were justhands; painstakingly staggering in flagrantincoherence to engross themselves with the mundaneactivities of routine life, While today; they artistically evolved a civilizationof bountiful newness; sketching the unbelievablevividness of this colossal Universe even on barrenbits of lackluster mud; as her magically ...
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March 25, 2009
- While today she had solely become There was a time when she was the most unparalleled flirtation of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the mischievously mesmerizing mascara; of my iridescently innocuous eyelashes, ’There was a time when she was the most nubile freshness of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the uninhibitedly unceasing blush; of my ...
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March 25, 2009
- BECOMING A POET 1.In college I never understood poetry. Certain distant acquaintances walked around in what appeared to be a kind of haze. People spoke of them, with a kind of awe, as poets. I didn't grasp their poetry, but I wanted to be spoken of that way, too! Whether most poets begin with such crass aspirations, I don't know. Most things that are worthwhile in my life, though, have begun with ...
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March 23, 2009
- Whisky complexioned hair wig I was born with a thick shock of curly hair, Silky strands of light brown cascading down my scalp, Broad outlines of eyebrow fringe, They were my pride; cuddled on infinite occasions by my mother, Glistening in sunshine like pure black shoe polish paint, Caressing minute regions of my skull in breeze blowing with high velocity, Mingling once in a while with the ...
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March 23, 2009
- Whispers A PLETHORA OF dark veined leaves; whispered frantically to the silhouette of plum tree, To stand like a mountain in turbulent winds; not to succumb even when its roots were attacked by parasite.Mammoth sculptured blue bodied whales; whispered fervently to the saline ocean, To drench their silken skin entirely with salt; gratify their gluttony with scores of sumptuous fish.Scorched sands ...
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March 23, 2009
- Whistle It produced a melodious sound on emanating; floodingthe gloomy ambience with profound tinges of rhapsody, It awoke the squirrels fast asleep in the densebushes; as they scampered helter-skelter to hunt fortheir prey, It generated ripples amongst clusters of dead leaves; making them stand erect on their frigid tips, It substantially pacified the uncontrollably sobbingchild; fomenting a ...
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March 19, 2009
- How the words I heard today remain nestled in my ear. They refuse to leave me. Sentences thrown out into the ether lay ungrounded. They are reluctant to disintegrate and be forgotten. Precious day. Thank you day. Thank you for the sunshine on the budding leaves and the golden erotic daffodils shining in the light breeze. Thank you day for my life. Thank you day for giving me the gift of ...
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March 6, 2009
- Where on earth can I find? WHERE ON EARTH can I find a lotus flower; without the slightest of redolence, Where on earth can I find an olive green coconut; without sweet kernel water, Where on earth can I find an ocean; without majestically swirling waves of saline solvent, Where on earth can I find a fleet of fat sheep; without infinite tufts of flocculent wool, Where on earth can I find a royal ...
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