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member name: Umar, Abu Nurain
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July 12, 2007 11:44 PM EDT --
She danced away from his eyes when she spoke
Of the green and deep serenity of Vietnam
Because his eyes filled with body bags
And miles of discarded limbs and lives for Sam.
His eyes burned circles . . .
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December 31, 2007 07:38 PM EST --
Back on May 5, 2007 I purchased an expensive pair of men's shoes from Nordstroms. Although it is now a chain of department stores with a middle class clientele, it began as a shoe store.
Anyway, . . .
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November 23, 2007 12:51 PM EST --
joy
sadness
dreams fears
crest as swollen
translucent reservoirs
then congregate on ridges
and lashes as tearful identities
matured, anxious to cascade her
smooth . . .
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November 25, 2007 08:27 PM EST --
A few months ago, I was sitting in the living room when I noticed a large green spider on the glass of my front door. This spider was beautifully large and well proportioned. . . .
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October 30, 2007 09:54 AM EDT --
There are conflicting stories about where the term bogeyman originated. The Spice Islands, for me, seem the most likely. Hence this little poem. Have fun!
The spice-laden bark,
. . .
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December 12, 2007 04:25 PM EST --
I do not desire to leave
this house buffeted by wooly plants
bees, spiders and a gang of cats
bottle brush trees and birds of paradise
I do not desire to leave
this place of swirling . . .
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January 12, 2008 09:47 PM EST --
Dad's ring:
death makes heirlooms
from everyday effects.
Possessions crammed with his aura;
a fingertip caresses gold and gems
as his dad, reveling, had done
seeing sons . . .
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July 20, 2007 05:49 PM EDT --
We had picked up the mooring lines the night before. Now there was a bellowing wind from the south building seas and creating wave sets that smacked us abeam, stretching those mislaid mooring lines taut. . . .
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July 27, 2007 06:15 PM EDT --
I know Gatherers prefer shorter poems but this is an experiment that I couldn'tsay no to. I've done something unusual with a standard form just to see how it would work. . . .
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August 01, 2007 05:33 PM EDT --
My mother loved jade. She nurtured her jade with all the gardening skills she could muster, which, to be honest weren’t that many. She was not a country girl. Southern California amazed her because . . .
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August 03, 2007 12:05 AM EDT --
We were drifters.
Our voices had fallen on hard times.
No one heard us
As our shabbiness hid our nobility.
We wandered north during the summer
To catch the warm rains.
We went to the eastern . . .
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August 27, 2007 12:35 AM EDT --
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September 04, 2007 10:20 PM EDT --
I must have been 5 or 6 years old. I was down with the measles, which meant the portable radio was placed on my nightstand. The radio was big and brown with just a few knobs. A warm light snuck out the . . .
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December 03, 2007 04:11 PM EST --
Mob of marauding
White butterflies rest on plants
Hiding Fall’s ball gown
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July 26, 2007 02:24 AM EDT --
The following lyrics were penned by an old school hip hop artist known as Rakim. In the early days of his career, he was part of a duo named Eric B and Rakim. Eric B was the DJ and Rakim the Emcee. As . . .
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August 06, 2007 04:32 PM EDT --
Burning away the gentle fog of youthful remembrances is the harshness of being a Black man over sixty years old in America. I lost my youth in junior high school when we began the too oft repeated internment . . .
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August 29, 2007 02:17 PM EDT --
The best winds return to Southern California in the early winter. The day-sailors, oblivious to rhythms more complex than a weekend sunset, end their sailing season when August, summer’s last breath, . . .
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September 06, 2007 09:24 PM EDT --
January wrapped its frigid arms around us. We raised our thick, woolen collars to keep her breath from slithering down our necks. The patrol wagon’s windows still held the winter’s icy visage . . .
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September 08, 2007 08:58 PM EDT --
My parents determined that everyone should perform some form of labor for the good of the family. You may call them chores but we called them jobs and I had one as long ago as I can remember. I had bathroom . . .
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December 12, 2007 05:33 PM EST --
I nearly died when I was born. My parents took me back to the hospital where I was treated for a problem that persists even now. From this auspicious beginning, my life evolved like . . .
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