Tag: poetry
member name: gautami tripathy
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January 07, 2008 12:11 PM EST --
standing in front of my plush wall to wall wardrobe
I search for perfect apparel. choosing one, rejecting
yet again. colour is not suitable, pattern is too bad
texture is obsolete. cotton scrapes, . . .
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February 10, 2008 08:49 AM EST --
Her gold hoops touched her shoulders when she moved.
Those suited her classic features and olive complexion.
Nonchalant about her surroundings, she sipped at her tea.
Company was not welcome. . . .
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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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November 23, 2006 12:34 PM EST --
I am from the land of saints,
where spirituality abounds.
Gita is the way of life
love for others is the norm.
all religions . . .
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September 25, 2007 12:23 PM EDT --
with dried tears, she wept
tired, clasping non-descriptive
toy to her cheek, she slept
at last, when clock struck nine,
her world fallen apart. the epistle
had hit home taking all shine
from her. future . . .
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September 27, 2007 08:59 AM EDT --
with despondency you hang your head
as an addendum, you get back to bed.
nothing seems to move for time being
all your aspirations seem to be fleeing.
up and downs are nothing new to . . .
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September 19, 2007 06:25 AM EDT --
Terza Rima---Circling
looking at those filled answer sheets,
with not much of a space in between;
finding correct responses is no mean feat.
each word to be read, each sentence to be seen
in all that . . .
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September 27, 2007 10:10 AM EDT --
When do you read it? What poets? Any favourites?
Do you need a particular mood to read poetry?
I can read it at any time. But when I am down and out, I read more of it. I love Pablo Neruda, . . .
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May 18, 2006 11:32 PM EDT --
Poetry based on fibonacci sequence 1-1-2-3-5-8. These are the syllable counts, not words! Fibonacci sequence does not end here but goes on and on.......
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say,
come on,
write one please!
just count syllables, . . .
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October 29, 2006 08:11 AM EST --
The following poem by Kipling touches me in one way or the other.
If by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust . . .
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November 08, 2006 11:14 AM EST --
A Cradle Song
Sweet dreams form a shade,
O'er my lovely infants head.
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams,
By happy silent moony beams
Sweet sleep with soft down.
Weave thy . . .
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September 16, 2007 08:07 AM EDT --
**Warning: This might hurt a few sensibilities....
staidly sitting, stance so straight
with a thoughtfully morose façade,
looking ahead at a point in front-
all set to take charge, pondering
he . . .
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November 26, 2007 12:24 PM EST --
deciphering words
amidst tattered pages-
resulting from folding
refolding,
of yellowing letters,
wrapped carefully
with love.
a single tear flows.
This is for my mom. She . . .
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December 24, 2007 12:28 AM EST --
pardon my disinterest
to converse. tooth ache
is no joke. sanitary ware
was a bloody mess after I
brushed with medicated
paste . in my mouth
rolled tongue feels akin to
fuselage . . .
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September 13, 2006 12:45 PM EDT --
My silhouette and I,
close yet far away
hounding each other
©gautami.tripathy
~7 Sep 2006
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September 22, 2007 10:19 AM EDT --
cleaned, cut into squares
sun dried, salted.
tossed around
once in a while
with condiments,
tangy spices.
ginger, chillies, mango
fighting for supremacy.
bottled through summer
soaked in so long-
oozing . . .
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September 25, 2007 09:00 AM EDT --
a woman
trying to fit in-
to carve a niche
in blockades of time.
emotions make me
those mar me too.
you say I am moody
I know I am moody-
unpredictable too;
which is nothing new.
you try to plunge
into . . .
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September 26, 2007 12:42 PM EDT --
with eagerness
borne out of curiosity-
I flip through old journals.
teenage angst
stops me on my track-
I shake my head surprised
about the way,
I used to behave back then,
uncaring for others.
. . .
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November 30, 2007 10:22 AM EST --
burrowing in, burrowing out
following no particular path -
aerating solidness of soil
fertilizing it all the while.
roots are deeply embedded ,
nourished too by thoughtful
gestures. . . .
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October 31, 2006 09:25 AM EST --
For sometime now I have been having strange dreams. Those reminded me of this poem by Byron. I was introduced to Lord Byron when I was doing my masters in English Literature. I like some of his works. . . .
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