Tag: poem
member name: gautami tripathy
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September 26, 2006 02:14 PM EDT --
what is poetry?
a few have asked.
i don't blame them
they know not'
rhyme and rhythm
is that all?
no my dears,
it's not!
i write what I see
i write what I feel
i write about love
i write about . . .
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September 25, 2006 10:46 AM EDT --
Poetry based on fibonacci sequence 1-1-2-3-5-8. These are the syllable counts, not words!
soft
touch
warm feel
writhing to
your body in tune
blessings by heaven, bliss on the earth
(c)gautami.tripathy . . .
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May 22, 2006 01:22 PM EDT --
'Twas but a year ago, the moon shining bright,
(etched in my mind, so well);
strolled with my loved one in the orange light,
our voices intermingling like twinkling bells
Suddenly the moon grew dull. . . .
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October 25, 2006 12:53 PM EDT --
Biography of Archibald Lampman
Widely regarded as Canada's finest 19th-century English-language poet, Archibald Lampman was a member of the so-called "Confederation" group of poets which . . .
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July 28, 2006 06:06 AM EDT --
sunken mind
now out of grind
soaring high
ready to fly
(c)gautami.tripathy
~28 July, 2006
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September 10, 2006 12:43 PM EDT --
Whatif by Shel Silverstein
Last night, while I lay thinking here,
some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
and pranced and partied all night long
and sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif I'm dumb in . . .
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September 22, 2006 02:57 PM EDT --
the little voice within me
does not let me sway
when i go astray
it gets me back on my way
(c)gautami.tripathy
~Nov,24, 2005
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October 04, 2006 10:25 AM EDT --
I Live, I Die, I Burn, I Drown by Delmira Agustini
I live, I die, I burn, I drown
I endure at once chill and cold
Life is at once too soft and too hard
I have sore troubles mingled with joys
Suddenly . . .
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October 05, 2006 03:24 PM EDT --
strangers across the table
studiously ignoring all ongoing babble
…………..playing footsie….!!!
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October 08, 2006 12:53 PM EDT --
what dark secrets
hidden there,
scarring her?
face she must
the world though;
her inner fears,
her only foe!
smiling forever
under this mask;
reluctant to reveal
the . . .
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October 10, 2006 02:29 PM EDT --
Day and night
two sides of life.
Day refreshes,
night rejuvenates
I drink on life
in the brightness
of the day.
And ponder over it
in the darkness
of the night
(c)gautami.tripathy
~Nov 08, 2005
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September 18, 2006 02:21 PM EDT --
Rays of the sun
Unknotted my thoughts
As thick as sin
(c)gautami.tripathy
~July 19, 2006
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September 27, 2006 08:18 AM EDT --
On Pain by Kahlil Gibran
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses
your understanding.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its
heart may stand in the . . .
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September 28, 2006 02:37 PM EDT --
melodious songs
of the birds
shame me to silence
(c)gautami.tripathy
~July 19, 2006
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October 25, 2006 12:59 PM EDT --
Deny
Accept.
Going in my mind
Over and over
Me crumbling
Under the weight
Of choice
Of weariness
Of weakness
Not knowing
What I want
None of us really
Knowing what
We want
Locked in
A prison
Of my . . .
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October 27, 2006 03:09 PM EDT --
imagination
poignant visuals
within mind
(c)gautami.tripathy
~Oct 26, 2006
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November 18, 2006 09:50 AM EST --
Time for some mundane stuff!! This is the true love in my life.
A day in mathematics teacher's life
A mathematics teacher
is always on constant move,
calculating the speed of her teaching;
measuring . . .
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September 17, 2006 12:33 PM EDT --
Frog song( A poem written for a small child!!)
Come rains;
On my lawn
I observe
Frog spawns
Under the water
Behind the poles
Jumping around
tiny tadpoles
Here and there
Hop the frogs
Chasing around . . .
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November 13, 2006 01:39 PM EST --
Posting this sonnet from my archives, Thought it might dispel the dry feeling within me.
Sonnet---On a Journey
if you ever change your mind, give me a ring
we'll check out the weather to take . . .
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December 01, 2006 12:50 PM EST --
preceding night,
turning the pages
in my mind; filled
with your memories,
i fell asleep with lights on.
with numb fingers,
i tried to pen the holes
that . . .
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