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    I just sorta came on this: at 11:17 he makes a reference to GFD.
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    Only one advice: Don't waste your time on losers. You are better than that. Hugs.
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    Thank you Mr. Benus. My experience was not on the pavement, but those overhead cross-bridges that people never use. A good population of urban India lives on the sidewalks. Unlike the western homeless man, the Indian live with their families. The situation is more like a slum. They even get voter ids with the particular sidewalk as address. I kid you not. The children go to govt schools, the women cook in their makeshift kitchen while the men work. Just today while traveling from work, I saw an inquisitive child play with the heads of tin cans that he has no doubt collected all morning in order to sell, and held my breath with dread as I waited for him to cut his hands on the sharp edges. Nothing happened in the few minutes I had to wait for the light to turn green, but it was fascinating how engrossed the little one was in his world, while playing with those, sitting on the sidewalk what is no doubt his playroom. I remembered my time with my logos in my expensive house.
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    Thank you Parker. That is a very apt precis. In my vision, it is the city and it's people at the break of dawn grazing like the mindless cattle. Everybody is hard at work. They want to change their socioeconomic status. But, nothing changes except the time. Nobody has time to stop & think; Time to look up. And the change never comes, because by nature we abhor change. Why did God create the tree? Didn't he know his creation's weaknesses? And then sending a messiah to save you from the sins he forced on you, is like the biggest mockery of them all. It's like USA's foreign policy. This is our very nature. We deign to fight our predestination.
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    Thank you Emi. No I wrote this poem on a hot Indian evening. In my mind I was in a winter morning at the burra bazar in kolkata, with all its foggy hustle & bustle.
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    New poetry in blog: https://www.gayauthors.org/forums/blog/482/entry-16485-predestination/
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    Predestination Staring at the blue sky To the distant pasts that glittered in the stars Unseen, unfound, hidden beneath the fluffy clouds Lying on the concrete Hard truths and harder are the choices that exhumed The sins of the father reflected on the Lamb of God Floating skyscrapers Diminishing breaths that’s building upon the layers of Foggy winter morning’s urban bustling rabble 14/10/2016 ©asamvav111
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    I didn't write it as a Haiku. At best it is a "Bengali Tripadi" verse. Looks can be deceiving, i.e. by looks if you only look at the number of lines, since the syllable count is off too. For me, the raison d'etre of a poem should be whether it is aesthetically pleasing or not. And by aesthetics I mean a whole another bag of worms. I will not get into it now, another blog post may be. Thank you for the review.
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    Scary... but amazing. Really loved them. Stay away from hot water. We few need you still. Hugs.
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    Chivalry Music for the soul What faith had begotten in haste Undaunted in valour 08/10/16
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    Love is Love. Tags are stupid. Poem is good.
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    Oh Gravity! Both amazing... But Gravity. Ogden Nash?
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    My above post may seem inane, but there is a story behind that. Actually reading Timmy's amazing poem, I felt inspired and a piece of wonderful poetry was forming in my mind, about two lovers who are exiled from heaven to earth where they meet again, but since are cursed to bring only misery to everyone around them, wreak havoc onto theirs and others lives. Yet for one moment they are reconciled while camping out by the desert, where they make sweet love under the starlight and yeah you guessed it after drinking beer. In approaching dawn they kill themselves and are reunited in heaven once again at the end of their imprisonment on earth. Now I started working on it for a while, then somehow lost the thread. Now only the title remained "Starlight and Heineken". So there you have it, one small stupid haiku, at your service.
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    He proposed him Over starlight and Heineken No love is so pure Timmy
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    No Mr. Benus, it's not you, it's me. Because, Pretty boys are poison They always strive to profane A healer's poor heart
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    Mr. Benus, Emotions fall softly A deep sense of dread decries And the noose tightens
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    I had never heard of Cavafy. Thank you for the introduction. A quick google search and I ended up here : http://www.cavafy.com/poems/content.asp?id=58&cat=1 Such an apt poem for my current mindset. Beautiful.
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    A new poem in the blog, fresh from the press: https://www.gayauthors.org/forums/blog/482/entry-16459-incomplete-love/
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    For Timmy, Emi and Mr. Benus: Incomplete Love All relationships are a work in progress, A building to be finished, an infinite mirror Beneath a starry sky. A battle between belief and reality, A compromise between expectation and evolution Between engagement and understanding. Experience vs. Emotion Broken crumbling pieces of self mixing Into happiness and grief and regrets Creating the mortar of us. Bricks and days And labours of indecisive Apollos' creating The walls of Troy only to be breached By a stupid wooden horse Of momentary weakness, Merrymaking in the filth as snakes slither in Our garden. Yet even then looking up you see The angelic choirs praising The one perfect moment of absolute happiness, One moment in eternity where you and I became Us. The slowly dying flowers in the vase are laughing at the trees outside. 02/10/2016 ©asamvav111
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    Mr. Ryder, thank you for responding. I believe there are a lot of fans for your work here. We are not pressuring you in any way and await your return. As far as unhappy experiences are concerned, I am sure you will agree that, all great works of art find inspiration in the creator's personal pain. Never the less, we do not want you to suffer for your work. Take your time. And from a fellow poet, I would personally love to read your poems should you decide to share them. We have a little corner here in GA if you want to check it out: https://www.gayauthors.org/forums/topic/41190-live-poets-society-%E2%80%93-a-corner-for-poetry/ Glad to know that you are doing well. Hugs & Chocolates.
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    God bless. You are on path to recovery. Hopefully you will feel better soon.
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    Thank you Mr. Benus for noticing. Gracious Adieu.
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    Got it. Makes sense now. Thanks Emi.
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    Very nice! Fix typo on Adrenaline.
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    I completely agree with you. Poetry is the language of the soul but that is wrought with serious technique and requires many practice to catch that one perfect moment in the stream of eternity. Even in Vedas, which are known to be one the oldest works in literature and poetics, there are detailed discussions of how the words are carved out of the dazzling marbles of formless wisdom. Point to be noted is that Vedas are considered to be revealed literature by the orthodoxy.
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