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A Numerate
by Debashish Haar
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Each night I pass me like an arrow,
and create an Ouija infinitum,
leaving memories like old songs.
I disintegrate and reform:
drawing transparencies of the skies,
shifting like the sand dunes,
struggling like wind lost in the canyons.
I long to be launched in rockets,
to look back at our smallness.
I long to magnify distances
to feel the separation.
I iron my history, and add creases,
buttons, zips and pockets
to suit latest fashions.
I'm the trendsetter.
I create zero gravity, scratch
the ocean floor, design
company logos with nanotechnology.
I'm a moral scavenger.
I pump blood to keep MNCs,
conniving with law whores
and government policies.
I'm not us, a numerate,
waiting for my arrival.
Copyright© 2006, Debashish Haar
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| Reviewed by Candy T (Reader) |
3/16/2006 |
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| so many great lines make for a splendid poem, good to read you again :) |
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| Reviewed by Dale Clark |
3/16/2006 |
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| This is outstanding Debs! Bravo! |
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
3/16/2006 |
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| I can't decide which stanza I like the best; they are all so good! |
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| Reviewed by Missy Cross |
3/15/2006 |
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| This was a verbal 7-course feast in a 5-star restaurant - sorry I can't be more eloquent than that. :) |
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| Reviewed by George Carroll |
3/15/2006 |
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| joanne said it all |
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| Reviewed by Crystal Silver Angel (Reader) |
3/15/2006 |
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Debs, I swear with no jive, you man are the most intelligent poet muse I have ever read...You are the most fascinating of all..I guess the muse in you is without the restrictions of time the way earth knows it...Keep going into those places where time and distance don't exist..BRILLIQANT as always, my friend of words ****
love joanne |
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