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Yolanda

Yolanda

A Poem by maiarusm


Intricate Intricate

A Poem by maiarusm


pin pricks pin pricks

A Poem by maiarusm


Piring Piring

A Poem by maiarusm


Bitter Pill Bitter Pill

A Poem by maiarusm


Thief Thief

A Poem by maiarusm


Witness Witness

A Poem by maiarusm


Unbidden Unbidden

A Poem by maiarusm


Imprints Imprints

A Poem by maiarusm


Kites Kites

A Poem by maiarusm


Summer Morn Summer Morn

A Poem by maiarusm




About Me

I"M BACK!

I'm a twenty-something girl who likes to write about nothing and everything... Anything at all that entices my senses and thoughts... My name is something I might share with you, but I'm still debating about that idea inside my head and I generally doubt that I'd reach a decision anytime soon... although if you search one of my poems in a search engine you might see my real name... kind of. It's actually my nickname and my last name not my birth name.

My favorite poems are the following:

ALL YOU WHO SLEEP TONIGHT by Vikram Seth

All you who sleep tonight
Far from the ones you love,
No hand to left or right
And emptiness above -

Know that you aren't alone
The whole world shares your tears,
Some for two nights or one,
And some for all their years.

THE WORD PLUM by Helen Chasin

The word plum is delicious

pout and push, luxury of
self-love, and savoring murmur

full in the mouth and falling
like fruit

taut skin
pierced, bitten, provoked into
juice, and tart flesh

question
and reply, lip and tongue
of pleasure.

ONE ART by Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

______________ by Ono no Komachi

Doesn't he realize
that I am not
like the swaying kelp
in the surf,
where the seaweed gatherer
can come as often as he wants.

I just realized that in the future... if God permits me, I would like to publish a book of my poems... and short stories. Just a thought!


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Posted 9 Years Ago


Congratulations on winning the 2nd prize in the Homeless contest!!
I told you, you were going to be stiff competition...

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Posted 9 Years Ago


Hey!!
Thanks a lot for the review... I'm glad you liked my work...
And I'm planning to do the same...become an engineer in computer science...hehehe

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Posted 9 Years Ago


Hi -Thank You!

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Posted 9 Years Ago


Thanks for your reading request!

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Posted 9 Years Ago


Congratulations! You have become the Featured Writer of the Week at the Vicious Circle!

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Posted 9 Years Ago


Hi Fukanzen, nice to meet you :-)