Tag: writing
member name: Umar, Abu Nurain
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December 17, 2009 11:31 PM EST --
she was pretty
perched on the end barstool
her tiny words lilt a caged bird’s song,
content in her gilded eden.
he was tall, handsome
dark silks, attentively . . .
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December 16, 2009 07:52 PM EST --
I walk along the edges
of the emptiness of your leaving
rainbows in a burning sky
marked by the yellow tape
and sensibly placed barricades
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December 15, 2009 03:54 PM EST --
Graveyard shifts
offer premium wages
in lieu of pleasures and sins
hidden under the nights’ tawdry skirts,
or the lukewarm beds of tired wives
in stale, familiar . . .
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July 21, 2007 12:31 PM EDT --
This poem is based on true events reported in a local newspaper.
She loved him so much
She shot him twice
Left him once
For dead
In love’s name
Anyhow, he lived, somehow
Her guilt drove . . .
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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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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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July 16, 2007 09:10 PM EDT --
I dreamt this poem. This is the only poem I ever remember dreaming. I had and do occassionally dream phrases, concepts, or inexplicable inspirations. She is beautiful. We're still friends. . . .
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September 10, 2007 03:41 PM EDT --
BEDROOM
in the brevity of this room
where we last were we,
before the searing darkness
of dead stars burned
these holes in my heart –
before the sadness of trees
in the middle days of . . .
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October 05, 2007 04:22 PM EDT --
Penumbras flickered near the shadows’ edges,
Striking the empty wall: a dizzying array
Blacks and grays
Plain against eggshell white, yellowed in time;
Black etchings mimed winter-bare trees, . . .
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October 30, 2007 02:14 PM EDT --
The English language, not surprisingly, is rife with terms coined at sea. The British Isles, after all, are islands and the residents of those island travelled the oceans far and wide. Many of the common . . .
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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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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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January 04, 2008 12:54 PM EST --
The following is excerpted from, "Jorge Luis Borges Selected Poems" edited by Alexander Coleman.
My Publisher Carlos Frias suggested that I make use of this "prologue" to describe . . .
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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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July 18, 2007 11:19 PM EDT --
If you enjoy poetry, it is obvious that you enjoy or will enjoy willie shakespeare. this is sort of a homage to him, he took the measure of the thing...
He took the measure of the thing . . .
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October 27, 2007 08:57 PM EDT --
a little something for Halloween...
crude hand hewn maple
stained and flat stringerless stairs
nailed and open risers
menacing monsters
murky basement dwellers
. . .
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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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November 21, 2007 10:35 AM EST --
When you have nothing
The awakening will be
Nothing is normal.
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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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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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