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March 6, 2009
- Who cares? WHO CARES WHETHER I slept on a furry quilt of satin or a blanket of acridly pointed thorns, Who cares whether I ate in plates coated with scintillating silver or didn’t consume food at all, Who cares whether I used perfumed soap to scrub my persona or bathed in water leaking abundantly from the gutters, Who cares whether I wore linen suits blended with rich denim or was wandering in ...
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March 6, 2009
- Who could have ever imagined? WHO COULD HAVE ever imagined that the flower so redolent and fresh in the morning; would one day collapse towards the ground in a shriveled heap? Who could have ever imagined that the grass so green and lush in bustling autumn; would resemble a ghastly brown in the middle of inclement winter? Who could have ever imagined that the waves swirling vivaciously in the ...
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March 4, 2009
- Who says that the photograph was lifeless? Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; unlimitedly ignited passion when we rolled on profusely rain soaked grass; as marvelously as its peerlessly infallible contours, Nonone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; unconquerably divinely embrace under the optimistically rising Sun; as majestically as its ...
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March 4, 2009
- Who says? Who the senseless says that I insatiably craved foryour wonderfully tantalizing smiles every instant; toblissfully lead the chapter of vivaciously beautifullife? As a matter of fact; I inexorably drowned myself inthe same; to profusely enjoy ghastly death to itsultimate fullest; till times immemorial….Who the lackadaisical says that I unrelentinglyyearned for your seductively ...
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March 4, 2009
- Who the hell ever said that sweat stinks? It was the most irrefutably truthful essence of your persona; the most blissfully honest fructification of your majestic soul, It was a stream of indefatigably golden brilliance; that celestially dribbled down the skin of the richest and poorest on this fathomless planet; symbiotically alike, It was the ultimate scent of your unconquerable ...
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March 2, 2009
- Who the hell were you? The flower while diffusing its scent didn’t think evenonce, as to whether its fragrance was going to beinhaled by the savage beasts or by an impeccablehuman, The clouds while pelting sheets of crystal rain didn'tthink even once, as to whether the water would drencha person who was ominously black or pure white, The trees while shedding fruit didn’t think even onceas to ...
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March 2, 2009
- Who was I? When I asked the leaves strewn all over the field as to Who was I? They candidly disclosed that I was a minuscule hillock of sand; occasionally getting trampled by beasts hovering around. When I asked the stars shimmering in the cosmos as to Who was I? They said that I was one of the millions of droplets; that drizzled at tumultuous velocities from the hill. When I asked the escalating ...
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March 2, 2009
- Who was she? Who was she who stole my sleep; although I felt likecollapsing like a dead sack; perspiring more than Sunall throughout the brilliant day? Who was she who made me feel like a prince; although Iwas the poorest entity alive; rotting in stinkingjute; as my comrades danced in majestic silk outside? Who was she who tormented me beyond the point of nocontrol; tantalizing me like a heavenly ...
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March 1, 2009
- I regret to note that long time Iris Press poet and novelist, George Scarbrough, died quietly in his sleep in Knoxville, Tennessee, on the morning of December 2, 2008. George had celebrated his 93rd birthday about six weeks earlier on October 20. He was mentally sharp until the end of his long life, but has been declining physically for the past few years. George was a unique and important voice ...
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February 28, 2009
- On Greatness & Them That Do It 26 02 2009 On Orr Off In a culture where “greatness” is measured by face time via t.v. shows such as “American Idol” and the growing trend of killing people to make your fifteen minutes on the evening news, it seems the factors for “greatness” have devolved into measures I’m not sure poets ought ...
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