Long Patters Poems

Her hair was red, frizz with frost
Crisped, solidity, warmth was lost

Porcelain skin, eyes of deep blue
Hair falling in wisps, reminds you of someone, 
you likely once knew

how her voice danced, twirled dangerously in a box
of...

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WHERE ?


POET- ANJALI DENANDI,MOM





we awake, never.
we are always sleeping.
ignorance means asleep.
wisdom means arising.
where are these ?
tell, please !
we are ever-sleepers..........
haa,haa,haa,we are very careful sleep-keepers.
can we change ?
are these not strange?
why are we not careful about...

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I was innocent, my heart was pure,
Until you stepped in, with your remarkable allure,
You influenced me, made me pine,
For things that weren’t mine
 
Gullible that I was, I thought with my heart,
Regardless of the plan...

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Nearby runs a mountain stream, purified with crystal rays
Of sunshine, in the pines a wild wind flows downwards
Brushing against the thickets, oh what a beautiful country,
For which I dwell in, at serenity’s farthest edge of...

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I never knew how this could be true
Until I myself began to love Raymond too
The last man to kiss on these sweet lips
The passion and excitement of him I truly miss

Others called him Raymond, but...

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Haikus by René Etiemble, with commentaries,  Translated by T. Wignesan 

(Taken from Etiemble’s only collection of poems (out of thousands which he burned in a fit of rage against the university in 1983): le...

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As the rain comes pouring down, and patters against my window sill, 
I think of you, and how wonderful you make me feel.  How much I truly 
love you, like I love the rain;...

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Moon's midriff chequered with light blue letterboxes and legos 
Carbon-dating the museums of our miniature hands riding the nightingale jukeboxes, 
Contoured in concertos of glacier nightgowns and batmobiles...
A topcoat of my father's snickerdoodle smiles sowed...

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Where I live, the people know my name.
Where I walk, the moon knows my heart.
Where I run, where I watch, where I think;
where I really live, where I truly  am; 
there, the rain, its...

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The asphalt driveway is blackened over by rain 
sand bags lie in the corner of the garage in case water creeps in, some sheep scurry in distant fields 

Your elephant eyes are locked on the...

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I saw it turn from green to red
The little light inside my head
When I looked into your eyes
And mistook your heart for your lies

Deep inside, you see, I knew
What you were saying was not true
But...

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It's six a.m. Outside it is beginning to turn from night to day. The wind howls faintly as it makes its way around my house. Rain patters chaotically on my rooftop as I lay here...

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It's the last day of June and I simply adore its calmness:
see bunnies leaping, mothers hugging their babies! 
It's a morning when all eyes admire His artistry 
while bees swirl around smelling perfumed skins.
Soon, it'll...

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The marching band played John Philip Sousa

My daddy held my hand

Lining the streets elbows to my head

My daddy put me on his shoulders, where I could stand

~

The marching marines stopped in front of us

And in...

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I overinvested again...
The story of my life
Or so it seems
Overinvested

I've overinvested

In my dreams….
Thinking I’d reach the stars
When I can’t break through 
The atmosphere of my world

In my friends….
Thinking that they ARE my world
When they are...

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"as the rain pitter patters down my sill, 
             I think of our August picnics along the shore-
the days when our nutrients were...

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Oftentimes in writing poems I tend to glorify
the ladybug…the bumble bee and, of course, the butterfly.

In so doing I’ve ignored the moth…
I thought perhaps because they fly at night might be the reason why.
but haven’t...

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Without meaning to, you tore me to shreds,
I now listen to sporadic rain outside as it pitter-patters,
And I think, land sakes alive, land sakes alive,
It’s the thought of you alone that matters.
And then there are...

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The sky on days become too full
And gravity will start to pull
And capture every bubble frame
While popping corks off rich champagne
The trees will fool and start to dance
And still the time on every branch
With baron...

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Gazing into the water’s depth, I see not fish or stone,
I only have eyes for what is my own
My form and face, both grace the smooth pale surface
My head swimming with my thoughts and my...

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...prized progeny well nigh impossible chore
haunted by priceless offspring, 
neither surviving 
   papa/ mama can never a door
not ever again hearing 
   soft pitter patters across floor
mental angst fraught with blood...

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did you know 
in the fog, the secrets 
coil in each reaching tendril
floating in the ephemeral pause, caressing me
knowledge enveloped within
peaceful contemplation
quiet word-games of hidden wisdom
"Where did you leave your game?" The Great One chuckles
and...

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We remember
We remember
we could follow swifts while winging
to and fro across clear skies.
We could hear each bird when singing
and watch them as they hopped nearby.

We remember
we could hear the humming of the bees,
dipping from each...

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Thunder shudders
On a cool summer’s night
The air is brisk, the ground is still dry
Round and robust rain clouds roll in
Thunder shakes roofs of tin,
I look through the window pane, thin
Rain drip drop dripping on roof...

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The days are shorter now that Autumn is here
The breezes are cool and the water is cold
Nights are golden, and have a special cheer
The trees all stand firmly, as they are quite old

The breezes are...

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