Long Dust covered Poems

Moon sprites dotted the sky like lilies at dawn
    in a ballet meant to cause nocturnal delight.
While Fairies and Pixie Dust covered the lawn
    in a dance that would...

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She crossed a wide ocean, during war times, in danger
A life of adventure, of courage, of fear
Yet, nothing reveals the hint of the years
that have chiseled her wrinkles, but not dampened her cheer

She pours me...

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She's pouring from a pot of tea
    as we relax on the quiet porch
Honeysuckle vines encircle the posts,
   and webs of daddy long-legs
      glisten in...

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A song can be heard tonight
Swirling about me beating down my strength
Enfolding the whole of me with thick, terrifying captivation
That chokes a city with the roaring thunder of despair
Of the innocent obliterated in the unforgettable...

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-Thinking of Iraq Ware Veterans on Veterans Day-

The day after the terrorists attacked our country, I joined the military and was deployed to Iraq. I fought in the desert far away from my sweet home...

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My faithful quill recumbent
Motionless
Stark against the virgin parchment posed upon my desk
The peeping moon breaks through grimy windows
Mocking me as the mantel clock chimes the cheerless Midnight
Another day laid to waste
The poet’s canvas unblemished
Harmonizing with...

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When Souls Dream

They dream of distant shores
	with rivers that never end,
The place they long to see
	as the Day becomes clear.

They follow a dried river bed
	where elephants lay and surrender
Their dust-covered bones
	upon layers of broken clay,...

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when scorpions crawling on the boiling sands 
dance the dance of death with tail culled up 
the gaudy toadstools grow in the dark and dampest spot
in the wasteland, and as day progresses the never-ending 
merciless...

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nascent 
     dawn appears
kaleidoscope 
 of 
color
  midnight 
    sighs 
       leftovers 
        ...

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Poet,anjali denandi,mom
…………………………………………..

My successs





i do not know many words.
i did not win many awards.
yet, i am a poet;
i create and create.........
yes, i donate and donate.........
i never earn.
oh ! don't think it, fun !
yes, i have many...

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OH FATHER WHAT FEAR
SONGWRITER: MIGDALIA TORRES


OH FATHER - OH FATHER
WHAT FEAR - WHAT FEAR
ON SEPTEMBER 11,2001
THE TERROR CAME NEAR

AS I SAT AND WATCHED HELPLESS
I SHED ALL THOSE TEARS, YOU SEE THERE
WAS SO MANY PEOPLE CRYING...

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Today wasn’t a good morning at all for Hassan,
a victual merchant in Baghdad
Thirty four customers got killed by a suicide bomb
A jihadist Arab wearing an explosive vest,
proclaiming to be fighting against the west,
ended up only...

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Bursting from within the heart of a blizzard shock wave,
Shutters the flexing eye of this white hurricane storm,
Shattering the inner core into a blazing shards torrent,
A miracle of utter mystical enchantment occurs,
In this ancient incantations...

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A mirror once said:
" A scheme has been made
  Upon the world that needs aid
  Where a disease has been spread
  And cure is so easy to get
  Just by thinking...

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A rewrite.

It's been a long cold dark lonely winter
Since you went away
I live in limbo
And torture myself every single day
The sun used to shine my way
But now turns the other way
A shadow of my former...

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Happy 212th birthday Charles Dickens

Though written three hundred 
and sixty five days ago,
the following poetic commemoration
doth not warrant any modification.

Said prolific author born February 7, 1812,
whose living descendents
I would be thrilled to befriend,
hence if anonymous...

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I’m visiting the Manor with the paranormal society
It’s said to be haunted; I’m filled with some anxiety
The Duke was murdered, bringing his lover notoriety
With bloodied hands she’s found guilty of impropriety 

The Manor is so...

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Here living in the city of New York,
Those who oppose me will fall
Even though many are kind to me
People and its city must perish
Great damage was done to me
The only option left is to destroy...

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I found myself in the old curiosity shop

Looking for something strange and different

The owner said how about Schrodingers cat

I said did not curiosity kill that?

He said its a paradox unknown

Alive or dead its something you...

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That long empty shop where they used to cut hair
Where all that remains is an old barber’s chair
The creak of the hinges might give you a scare
Should you care to recall what they say occurred...

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There once was a friendly honey bee named “Bramble”
He loved to ramble during daylight through the trees.
One day while in the woods, he saw some tires.
They were covered with precious yellow-golden dust.
Quickly over to the...

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I left my mind tangled in the cob-web of my attic
filled with dust-covered books 
to stroll to the basement of my coal-stained thoughts...unarmed
but still a witness to it all
though my searching eyes be plucked from...

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born February 7, 1812,
whose living descendents
I would be thrilled to befriend,
hence if anonymous reader
by some genetic fluke 
linkedin to said 
prolific storied author 
please kindly reciprocate.

greetings mutual friend,
hard times dash 
great expectations in this bleak...

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aforementioned author born 
February 7, 1812
the long deceased (centuries) storied author
I toot and trumpet virtual horn
accompanying pet rooster 
first thing in the morn.

Greetings mutual friend,
hard times dash Great Expectations 
in this Bleak House
whereby battle of...

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Recycled insanity plea,
keep rewriting your own personal O ... B ... I ... T
Rest in peace,
death is the waiting room you so desire to see
Shuttered windows in your head,
light is a luxury not afforded to...

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