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Letter from a child’s playground
“Nothing!” you call him.
And, he is all smiles.
Neighborhood sun shines
On a verdant land.
S..
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They arrested pa!
The storm on the northern sky
He eyes the yellow painted door,
Fingers quivered on touch of
The ancient woods and red bricks.
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miscalls
You knew his language of miscalls
The rings of love, fatigue, hate and all.
You knew a call at four
Meant at café, four o&rsquo..
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At that moment
( to archangelgabriel )
A clear sky imitating
The playground from green years,
Soft sounds of dropping weapons,
The herds and so..
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Father, a salesman
(the inspiration of this poem came from the first line from"Karl C Klein’s Unnatural Girl"whose stories publishe..
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Dear old comedian
They sit with the pulsing anticipation
Every time the dilapidated
Comedian takes the stage wearing a wry smile.
Rustles of the ..
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The ant
An ant with its provisions,
The shade of rain on anthill.
Looking at it you have learned-
Someone’s leftover can save
Lives.
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A kitty named “Zelda”
Her paws, soft, are upon fallen gold
Of rustling foliage. Cold sundown
Turns around to a shadowy cottage.
A ..
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The bird
A bird sat on the windowsill
And saw,
We are running after metals and papers.
A bird never understood.
It flew to eat a nice juicy mag..
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look up at the sky
This time of the afternoon
She has to jump down
From her verandah.
Each and every day.
A fatal cloud on the sun.
Her doc..
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