Tag: gather
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December 12, 2009 05:38 PM EST --
2009 Holiday Portfolio
Streaker in New York
©all photos – Robert C Burnham
Merry Christmas to All . . .
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December 18, 2009 04:18 PM EST --
Today was a nice mail call day. I have already received a few cards from Gather members, but today I received a few more, plus a package from Diana B. Diana was one of the few who said . . .
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December 18, 2009 04:13 PM EST --
Today was a nice mail call day. I have already received a few cards from Gather members, but today I received a few more, plus a package from Diana B. Diana was one of the few who said . . .
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April 09, 2009 09:02 AM EDT --
What is the number one thing that puts you in a good mood? Good books to read .
What is your biggest pet peeve? Liars, those who cannot covert it into an art
What foods put you . . .
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March 16, 2009 07:07 PM EDT --
Hi Gather,
It's been a while since I've complained about something not working, and I held off on complaining about this months ago, hoping it would get fixed in one of your updates since it . . .
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October 28, 2009 09:38 PM EDT --
haiku
two boys ride
a broken car
sun sets at the junkyard
= © 2009- C opyright reserved Kushal Poddar (reprinting is absolutely prohibited, without permission) . . .
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November 08, 2009 08:39 PM EST --
words caught in a photograph
Onomatopoeic words scatter
with your entrance. Pose with a flower;
sit on the table before a glass
half filled with milk. Search love. . . .
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April 19, 2009 02:10 AM EDT --
Future under a moon
Slow moon is sitting over the roof of the temple.
Cinder trees in the ash sky and the traveling bike…
He comes to this fairy tale, these winter twilights . . .
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April 27, 2009 09:50 PM EDT --
T h o r n s
The man wakes up, waking up hurts.
“Where are my thorns?” He whispers.
The spot of blood provides evidence
to the thorns’ burning existence. . . .
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October 29, 2009 09:34 PM EDT --
Tastes like life
A drop of gold on your tongue; roll it;
savor the flavor; this is what we
are made of…the taste of the moments.
The bar, . . .
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June 28, 2009 10:23 PM EDT --
Father does not know
She is swimming for an promised land
struggling with wave after wave.
The desert storm always tumbles
her thoughts’ relative perspectives.
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October 06, 2009 09:44 PM EDT --
The Journey Home
© 2009 Robert C. Burnham
God created mountains
So I would learn to climb
He put some dirt before me
Removing my fear of grime . . .
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October 25, 2009 09:47 PM EDT --
promises on a brown leaf
The thing between the seasons, the changes,
the whoooosh sound of wind asking, the words
of a stream of some fumbling answers, . . .
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February 07, 2009 09:45 PM EST --
Court’s annals
She crosses her legs, shifts weights.
The child can pick anything to play.
There is no try from the lady
to stop the little one messing . . .
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February 10, 2009 09:45 PM EST --
Sunrise tea stall
I stir the aromatic dream
in a cup of warm Darjeeling.
The friends and foes are all present;
the morning tea stall wants to tear
the masked news reported in . . .
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February 25, 2009 09:45 PM EST --
In search of Him
“Today you shall find God.”
A voice in dream proclaims.
With the rain of shine he wakes
in the morning, takes a bath.
The voice has made him alert. . . .
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March 18, 2009 07:48 AM EDT --
Peace and sins
His calm fingers touch it
the liquid feels sticky.
Through the hole an universe
can fall or pass, in this case
a simple small piece of bullet
that has entered . . .
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March 23, 2009 10:44 PM EDT --
V ir us o n t he m achi ne
The effluence of virus through the receiver
enters into her computer, spreads, floods, reigns.
The object, - immobile, . . .
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March 24, 2009 10:30 PM EDT --
The train er
A power mushrooms in my muscles,
taut, alert; the ears honing to hear
an unseen, non existent whistle.
Small oranges are lying on grass
if you can imagine . . .
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December 24, 2008 06:31 PM EST --
I have been cooking,cleaning, doing laundry, moving crap around. My 19 years old son, who lives here, just calllled and asked what time everyone will be here> I asked him to please come and help, . . .
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