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Offline Dawson

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My old good days...
« on: November 12, 2007, 12:39:23 AM »
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My Old Good Days...

Once I was a kid
I was not trust a bit
The way they told me the truth
I never cared; split it like a moth

In few chemical reactions
In my body made many changes;

Another few years late
I was having many many dates
By the way I was stopped at gates
I was cheated with awesome delicate

Never knew: who cares?

In few physical relationships
Made me so much comfortable

In her pinky lines around
Neck and skirt that fill my bound
Exotic and fabulous skinny skimpy wound
Entangle my Soule and lust:
Into a scream loud sound

Every evening I dreamed her
Physical chemistry made me so much pain

I was swimming all the seas
Heavens and Milky Way in the sky
Just I felt with her fondle
I lost my truth; said old good days

By the way…

I found physics subject failed
Chemistry has left without say
In her charming landscape of thighs
Some other golfing it’s my fate

Everything changed
Without my knowledge

Oh…

What my parents and grandpa
Watching smiling my aware
All the old good days are
Not a miracle any so far


EA Dawson Preethi ©  2007

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Re: My old good days...
« Reply #1 on: November 12, 2007, 11:55:54 AM »
Don’t worry Dawson; Happy Old Days do repeat many times over, in this life. Nice poem written with emotions. Your interpretation of lost love, thru its more carnal side in unique.

You can be a great poet one day. Try writing on simpler trills of life. Things like rainbows, tear drops, misty mornings and mountain dew ‘cos very one is writing about lost love. Also improve the vocabulary while writing more. 
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Re: My old good days...
« Reply #2 on: November 12, 2007, 09:56:30 PM »
weli polanga: thank you very much for your comment and kind advise.

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Re: My old good days...
« Reply #3 on: November 13, 2007, 10:51:23 AM »
Hmmmm..........nice poem ayya...

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Re: My old good days...
« Reply #4 on: November 13, 2007, 11:44:58 PM »
Whipping


In a dark corner
I was pounding
my sons and daughters
altogether
their cries and utterance
made me so hard and strong
whipping them in sordid
found them bleeding swearing

just I want to kill you all
till you stop crying
for food and soul

look at me I am a looser
my food and freedom stolen
my breath and life is pawned
I am one of them at last

So you dearest my sons and daughters
I can not let you eat this pity at all

shadows of roof fallen apart
devilish dream in the order of end
in a dark corner
let my soul fed up with whip…

EA Dawson Preethi ©  2007

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Re: My old good days...
« Reply #5 on: November 15, 2007, 12:08:55 AM »
In a Day...

Popup message vanished;
Day came to its edge
Souls are disconnected
Each other fallen into highway…

From information super highway!

I ended my journey at my cottage
Everything is smooth but odd:
Everybody was busy and ridicule
I was smoked by the lantern
With its glamorous shine
Window pans shrug
Inquiring how's life?
Cool breeze flew through
Mildly…
even the night
Doesn't knew

Voluptuous moon in sky
emitting
Complexion of her bright
Naked body
Waving
her aura: temptation of
merging selves
am I there?
None of us either?
Broad band connection?

my solitude
Handicapped memories
Ruined desires
felt the heat of deep mid night;

nobody noticed; they are planned and so busy
the moon; the one remained with me heavenly


EA Dawson Preethi ©  2007

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Re: My old good days...
« Reply #6 on: November 15, 2007, 12:10:12 AM »
Cemetery of life

I comprehended at last; the meaning of nothing
I saw your face with shaded ashes and whites
Swollen cheeks belittle eyes, screened the detriment

I never knew the meaning of nothing
Till I saw the monuments of thee
Laying in the courts of cemetery
With shivering hands; guilty of theft

Air flew handsomely
Oh it's windy; flew through though
Mockups belonged to souls
Of you and me
At the cemetery of courts
With lawyers handheld
Blindfolds

Whispering lullabies
For the rest of falling
Souls like you and me
I comprehended at last
The meaning of love
It's nothing at all



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Re: My old good days...
« Reply #7 on: November 15, 2007, 12:11:15 AM »
Her Letter


After all the events took place
Between time and curved space
It looks like a giant post box kept
In the middle of sky hung by moon


I was watching day and night
The postman riding on his horse
Through the clouds through the stars
Mountains and waterfalls


Libra was there Aries in oppose
Sun was singing to Cancer's rhythm
My heart was riddled for aching for letter
Suddenly fallen the box: pieced scatter


I found her letter drafted there
Nicely scrawled in surface of air
Shivering fingers and her heart
It was really a cardiograph!



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