Guest poem submitted by Rachel Morarjee : (POEM #1969 ) THE WORD Down near the bottom of the crossed-out list of things you have to do today, between "green threa...
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Guest poem submitted by Radhika Gowaikar : (POEM #1968 ) THE OLD FOOLS What do they think has happened, the old fools, To make them like this? Do they somehow suppos...
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Guest poem submitted by David W : (POEM #1967 ) A WINTER ODE TO THE OLD MEN OF LUMMUS PARK, MIAMI, FLORIDA Risen from rented rooms, old ghosts Come back to haunt our parks...
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Guest poem submitted by Rama Rao : (POEM #1966 ) HELLO IN THERE We had an apartment in the city, Me and Loretta liked living there. Well, it'd been years since the...
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Guest poem submitted by Nandini Krishnamoorthy : (POEM #1965 ) TO VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old time is still a-flying And this sam...
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Guest poem submitted by Firdaus Janoos : (POEM #1964 ) THE BOY WHO LAUGHED AT SANTA CLAUS In Baltimore there lived a boy. He wasn't anybody's joy. Although his name w...
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Guest poem submitted by Jessica K. Schnell : (POEM #1963 ) BROWN PENNY I whispered, "I am too young," And then, "I am old enough"; Wherefore I threw a penny To f...
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Guest poem submitted by Jeffrey Sean Huo : (POEM #1962 ) THE YEAR What can be said in New Year rhymes, That's not been said a thousand times? The new years come,�...
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Guest poem sent in by David Grabill (POEM #1961 ) TOPOGRAPHY After you flew across the country we got in bed, laid our bodies delicately together, like maps laid ...
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Guest poem sent in by Hemant Mohapatra (POEM #1960 ) THE DAY FLIES OFF WITHOUT ME The planes bound for all points everywhere etch lines on my office window. From the�...
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Guest poem sent in by Cornelius O'Brien (POEM #1959 ) DAY FLIGHT I closed my eyes as I sat in the jet And asked the hostess if she would let Me take on board a...
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Guest poem sent in by Steve Forsythe (POEM #1958 ) THE INTERNATIONAL TERMINAL Some comb oil, some blow air, some shave trenchlines in their hair but the common join...
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Guest poem sent in by Aseem (POEM #1957 ) THE DEAD WINGMAN Seen on the sea, no sign; no sign, no sign In the black firs and terraces of hills Ragged in mist. T...
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Guest poem sent in by Pranesh Prakash , in yet another take on the flight theme: (POEM #1956 ) L(A l(a le af fa ll s) one l iness -- e e cummings Commen...
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Guest poem sent in by Dale Rosenberg (POEM #1955 ) THE SWING How do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue? Oh, I do think it the pleasantes...
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Guest poem sent in by Zenobia Driver : (POEM #1954 ) I NEED AIR I could see it wasn't worth Spending time with them on earth. There were fewer in the sky. I d...
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Guest poem sent in by Aseem (POEM #1953 ) FROM MIDSUMMER The jet bores like a silverfish through volumes of cloud - clouds that will keep no record of where we h...
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Guest poem sent in by Cornelius 0Brien (POEM #1952 ) A NEWER KINGDOM The men who billow down the sea in ships Have earned these ages tributes justly high; But now...
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This week, a guest theme run by Zenobia Driver : poems about flying. (POEM #1951 ) IMPRESSIONS OF A PILOT Flight is freedom in its purest form, To dance with the cl...
http://wonderingminstrels.blogspot.com/2006/12/impressions-of-pilot-gary-claude-stoker.html
Guest poem sent in by Kamalika Chowdhury (POEM #1950 ) A DEEP-SWORN VOW Others because you did not keep That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine; Yet always w...
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Guest poem sent in by Laurie Edwards (POEM #1949 ) THE DOVE I saw the dove come down, the dove with the green twig, the childish dove out of the storm and floo...
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(POEM #1948 ) THE GRAMMAR LESSON A noun's a thing. A verb's the thing it does. An adjective is what describes the noun. In "The can of beets is filled with purple�...
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Guest poem sent in by Michael Andrews (POEM #1947 ) SPRING IS LIKE A PERHAPS HAND Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere)arranging a win...
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Guest poem sent in by Anagha Bhat (POEM #1946 ) I FEAR THY KISSES, GENTLE MAIDEN I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden; Thou needest not fear mine; My spirit is too deep...
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Guest poem sent in by Swati Chaudhary (POEM #1945 ) SIMPLIFY ME WHEN I'M DEAD Remember me when I am dead Simplify me when I am dead. As the process of earth str...
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