Tag: surreal
group name: myxmasbreakdown
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November 21, 2009 08:48 PM EST --
Prime numbers
It is always an early winter;
I have math grades to show my father.
Brown leaves fall on those sheets. I can say,
it is not an effortless . . .
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October 17, 2009 09:42 PM EDT --
evening sings on the last ferry
The yellow lights flicker on the waves,
an addition to the evening,
an addition to the river’s tide.
Count the changes, the . . .
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November 15, 2009 08:32 PM EST --
Imperceptible conspiracy
My eyes are not adept for those sounds
she listens;
it is not that easy to believe
what she sees.
White flakes fall on the cedars . . .
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May 23, 2009 06:38 AM EDT --
Interchange
( To the Group Surrealistic Circus-II )
The last time, you took a point to touch the grass,
to smell, like a vintage Chateau Margaux,
. . .
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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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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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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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November 16, 2009 08:31 PM EST --
Forced diet
“What we are is just what we believe.”
I tell this to my lunch hour glass of
water. The whole lunch consists only
transparent liquid and opaque grief. . . .
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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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November 17, 2009 08:45 PM EST --
Hemlock for a drink : dinner for one
He knew what I was serving.
The nothing in his expression
could be called as calmness.
He drunk the hemlock as night fell.
I never . . .
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November 19, 2009 08:31 PM EST --
Neighborhood
She could have been living in the center of earth
emitted just this moment without a care for
the twenty years passed in between. A teenaged love . . .
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May 26, 2009 08:55 AM EDT --
City vortex
( To Surreal Circus )
Sometimes I roam the city like an eddy of dust;
touching the loose streets, wobbly roads and shaky structures.
They seem unstable . . .
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October 16, 2009 09:41 PM EDT --
Run for an empty reason
A murder of the crows gathers on the fence.
we sit on two different benches, watching
whose daily hollowness may win the mock race
on the dark . . .
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October 20, 2009 09:34 PM EDT --
a red pearl on a string
It would be a pearl, the wise ones solace,
to be worn by a lady who knows
how to wear them to her advantage,
how to outshine the creases of age. . . .
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August 24, 2009 08:15 AM EDT --
( Thes e two are for Karen and her new group)
Welcome hunger
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Home food is soul food mother autumn used to say.
“Now life is soulless.” My friend regrets. We . . .
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September 06, 2009 07:16 AM EDT --
the wake of the ground
Rain brings them, the coiling blabbing sisters
or two simple gender confused worms, out.
Huddling, free from the fear of predators,
sinking . . .
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September 14, 2009 08:52 AM EDT --
civilizations of hermits
Electric loneliness, this evening;
a burning forest is coming near.
Smell the ash of an extinct bird which was
discovered . . .
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September 23, 2009 08:14 AM EDT --
New block in the blood
The sound of sob makes you attentive;
a new neighborhood; you fear others
and cannot fathom their angst, pathos.
Unpacked boxes fill corners. Curtains . . .
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September 24, 2009 07:47 AM EDT --
Than bauk for a travel song
Neon, neon
we are on roads
a song travels.
© 2009- C opyright reserved Kushal Poddar (reprinting is absolutely prohibited, without permission) . . .
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October 02, 2009 08:01 AM EDT --
A monastic traveler speaks
I am not proud to be
not an easy person… true!
The dog, with a wound through which
a universe is dripping,
does not answer. The straight . . .
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