Tag: inspiration
member name: Umar, Abu Nurain
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November 13, 2007 10:33 AM EST --
Will and Ariel Durant, in their book, “Interpretations ofLife” (1970), depicted the lives of artists who stand noticeably in the pantheon of greatness. One of the themes that became clear . . .
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November 17, 2007 06:30 PM EST --
They who only walk
Cannot fathom those who fly
Their eyes reject sight
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January 12, 2008 11:13 AM EST --
Wet grass
dampens bare soles
shines their callous ridges
green blades between glistening toes
summer's memories climb from the dew up
children's voices puppies yips and . . .
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December 12, 2007 12:16 PM EST --
This, of course, was inspired by Ed Nudelman's poem. You should also check out Atticus' alphabet poem.
Approach beliefs carefully
Determining . . .
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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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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 23, 2007 06:25 PM EDT --
I spun the wheel until the knotted center mark was in my palm. I lifted the engine’s lever and the diesel hummed as I quickened my step along the deck, grabbed the stinger and lifted the mooring . . .
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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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November 30, 2007 05:04 PM EST --
trees yawn shorter days
delicious mock rainbows fall
crunchy under foot
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July 18, 2007 03:34 PM EDT --
I read this poem at my father's funeral.
Spindly, black and ashen legs
Sprouted from brown, high-top shoes,
Rose and lost themselves in baggy blue jean shorts
These silent bell clappers . . .
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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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November 25, 2007 01:00 PM EST --
Somnolent old tom
Rubbed whiskers on sun licked stones
Dreamt plump, careless birds
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September 02, 2007 09:14 PM EDT --
The Glorious Qur’an
When you ask people what is the name of Islam’s holy book the likely answer is the Koran. The transliteration that Muslims’ prefer is Qur’an. But strange as . . .
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August 03, 2007 11:09 PM EDT --
Billion year old carbon, recently renovated
I dreamt I was African, Blood
I even had an original name
I mean, I was resurrected ancient black gentility
We had mastered the stars before
Abraham was . . .
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August 04, 2007 11:45 PM EDT --
The wind is visible on the sea
As white-capped servants dancing
Waves rising, rumbling mares
Embraced by the sun’s affirming gaze
The one manifests as many, and the many
As one, . . .
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July 09, 2007 02:22 PM EDT --
KANO, NIGERIA
JULY 1976
Tunneling through time
Beneath the graves ofvoodoo children
Alert to the facts inevidence
Of my . . .
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July 06, 2007 01:57 PM EDT --
there are no rainbows
in the bone dry sky
hope rises, eyes forward
on thermal escalations
soaring red tail
effortlessly banks again
then a corkscrew plummet
into the high . . .
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November 07, 2007 06:16 PM EST --
The night shone
young and shallow in its darkness.
The fat moon glowed low
astride the wooded hills garnished by clouds
of tangled silk threads,
and strew a gentle . . .
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November 30, 2007 04:02 PM EST --
As hard as it may be to believe but it is raining in Southern California. Finally. It is a calming rain. No thunder. No lightning. A quietly incessant rain. It would be good to be in bed today, . . .
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December 15, 2007 07:22 PM EST --
Here we go again
searching for our muse
hoping it doesn't matter
that we're slightly confused
John W., Edward and John B. too
drive me to keyboard hopeful and enthused . . .
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