Long Yasmin Poems

Poet Convention

Lost in a poets convention, 
I can't recall every poem, I've read through the years
50518, unique comments I 'validate'--- 
Thank You For Sharing Your Happy and Sad tears 
Since March 24, 2010 In the...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s KRIM: AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY TO SEPTEMBER 1989 - II by T. Wignesan

( This poem is from the collection, ESTUARIES: Poems 1989-91. Twickenham: Solaris, 1992, 62p. Pub. by Yasmin and Peterjon Skelt. Back...

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When I think of India, I think of dark eyed beauties,
their foreheads painted with decorative red dots,
and I see them moving deliciously in beautiful bright costumes
 as bangles dangle from their slender wrists.

When I think...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s KRIM: AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY TO SEPTEMBER 1989 - I by T. Wignesan

( This poem is from the collection, ESTUARIES: Poems 1989-91. Twickenham: Solaris, 1992, 62p. Pub. by Yasmin and Peterjon Skelt. Back...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s KRIM: AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY TO SEPTEMBER 1989 - III by T. Wignesan

( This poem is from the collection, ESTUARIES: Poems 1989-91. Twickenham: Solaris, 1992, 62p. Pub. by Yasmin and Peterjon Skelt. Back...

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Well, it has been one year since I joined Poetry Soup.
I smile now, because I have met this wonderfully diverse group.

August 7th, 2013 was a day that would change my life.
I finally found the place...

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This is for you, Mystic Rose,
The closest cyber encounter family tree, my spree
Harry Horsman, Sara K, summer's gone, let's haiku and play.
Achoo contest, butterflies, Parise Pariku, and the awesomeness of Michael J. 
Andrea Dietrich, Debbie...

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101  POETS

I want to thank 101 poets, when words have no limit.
All 101 spots full of flowing imagery and spirit.
Nathan Dilts my #1~writing for him was so much fun.
Nikko's, words are like a shot...

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long before i met April
i was a poet true
i had a heart of love 
but no one to give it to
so i put my words on paper
posted them to the net
and got someones attention
that i...

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Meeting my homegirls Wilma Neels
and Kim Van Breda with shrieks and squeals
hasty introductions and we're on our way
for a night of reading at Poetry Café

We've Yasmin to thank for arranging the meet
with fellow Soupers, a...

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Christmas nears, I am gone but Yasmin fills my mind
in old Bombay she sits and writes to aged dames like I.
So far away, all we have is words to bring us near,
so often times I...

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Video games are popular I admit
                    People of different age level played it
   ...

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“As a contributor of this publication
you now have the chance to be
selected as one of the top 50 poets
in the over 25 year-olds’ category, 
be invited to a prestigious performance
poetry final to perform your poem...

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“Zoloft.” was someone’s loud, quick answer.	
“Yasmin.” I heard, spoke by another.  Huh?		
“Xanax.” Was then offered.						

	While these people shouted, I stared, perplexed.	

“Valium, is inside my pocketbook,							
Unisom, too.  It’s up to you.” said some voice.				

	”Thank...

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I am a monster and a lover,
just flip that coin,
see what fate bring you,
if your game.

As a lover, 
I can be you best friend,
share stories, help you out,
someone to lean on.
As a lover I am...

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DO NOT FORGET

Your wired mind larger than Arabia
like a continent shrouded with beauty and rage,
I imagine you recalling the gush from Indian winds
the taste salted by curry fragrance
as  your mouth drolls two languages,
till lashes...

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` ` ` 

on fire …
with a silken face bouncing gently
in the bath of combed sunlight, her eyes open
like a newborn rose sprinkled by drips
of honeyed laughter;  the sheer mist floats
into a world where...

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A warm smile of hello in the sanctuary of poets
The name is Arden G.; here to express not to impress
If I coud do an eye-contact and a firm handshake in the virtual land of PoetrySoup
Would...

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Well if it isn’t the Italian Princess herself! I just KNEW we’d finally meet. It must be our:
Karma,
Charma
(Whatcha say we…Ow! Look, you left a mark)

I swear to GOD I haven’t been drinking Deb! It’s YOU...

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    "Pinball Wizard"



strange sounds hypnotize from an ARCADE
challenging me to a dual escapade
silver balls wait in line
for fingers to opine
female transforms to pinball wizard on parade.

STAR TREK is my machine of choice
listening...

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A Sanctuary of Serenity and Security



I know everyone loves the soup
But it is to be followed by a dinner
Where are the varieties of my poetic group
Trying to find them scrolling” Poems-New” ever.

Where’s Carolyn, I heard,...

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“Real love brings about calm—not inner torment. True love allows you to be at peace with yourself and with God." Yasmin Mogahed

When you hide behind silence,
despite the crying violins of
irritating sinister symphonies,
I'll search for you...

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Alphabet soup served piping hot
                            
  ...

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Remote whispers echo in the night; 
aspiring for company.
Dawn emerges silently thru a tear in 
my shade.
The abating sunrise beckons my breath 
and eases my soul; but the ache 
in my heart lingers still.

Alone I...

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Lose the straggly beard:
Hairy
Harry!

Apparantly, Mr. Ellison fell off the goofy tree and hit every branch on the way down..Grow up!:
Whacky
Jackie

Ms Wong, as per your recent trip I here-to-forth-now-and-forever dub thee:
Bonnie
Connie
(I BEG-YOUR-PARDON!...I'm a licensed dubber!...got papers...

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