Best Basin Poems

Morning yawns brisk air,
Into tepid moss-fill lungs: 
Shivering boulders....

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Power points of dimensional spinning graphs are largely placed in cement viewfinders in aerated office space with dome foam chairs. Dome foam chairs are the salt of seats and seating is considered important for lengthy discussion tables whose droning voices appear to form no conclusion...

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The mountain bends down,
kissing the nape of her neck:
As jealous trees sway....

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Flying wedge-like
as wool feathers the wind,
the geese are leaving the basin.

Where do they go?
How long till they arrive?
Will the plump make stops on the way?

At first a few
will arise together.
Later thousands flock to the sky.

Who leads the skein
and rides the windy tides
to the land of...

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Nature made convenient sluice, 
when pool water did wend
     down the gentle slope 
     describing gargantuan wetsuit vend
 
er steadily chugging, chiseling, 
     and channeling straight away 
     blindly...

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A potatoe cake bathing with an onion ring is an iconic sealed ring in a genuine abyss of calm. But an abyss is neither an abbot nor an abbess. For pretty tunnels created in a monastery clap link out to wave wreathed gardens bursting with...

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I poured water in a basin
ready to bathe with it
but it told me to stop;
“I have wonderful plans,
to be the greatest Sea
In this desert environment;
greater than Red Sea, Black Sea
Stop wasting me away.”...

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The house on Basin Street has a back yard dressed in Eleanor Tabor.
           Front yard, Sonata Spring.
They called this curb appeal.
           My woman wore a...

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The setting sun weaves a poem, 
blossoming
unsung trochaic along the river basin 

(Nurulhuda Junction. Teesta)

Sometimes it feels quite an estranged thought to realise that living is a mundane day to day thing to sustain. The welfare causes are demanding all those intricate , subtle personal...

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Under the dark sky of 2025, where the Genetic Basin pulses
like an overloaded server beneath the shadows of a Sulimi,
my thoughts flow like a faulty algorithm through 6G networks,
whistling beneath faces lit by screens, with AirPods in ears,
running through Amazon Go, crushing biodegradable packaging,
in a...

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