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	<title>Listen &#38; Be Heard Poetry Cafe Blog &#187; Poem of the Day</title>
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		<title>Untitiled I Walk</title>
		<link>http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/2009/10/12/untitiled-i-walk/</link>
		<comments>http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/2009/10/12/untitiled-i-walk/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 11:26:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>poetryman</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poem of the Day]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Untitled I walk
through life
with a shrink
from Yugoslavia,
whose as large as big foot.
With a novel in one hand, 
and shaking his fingers at me
with the other,
he wants to control me with a shovel,
tie me in knot balls, emotional twisters,
and squeeze the emotional pages
out of my life like a twisted sponge.
I retaliate, control him back,
wage war in a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Life Will Always Give You Something</title>
		<link>http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/2009/10/02/life-will-always-give-you-something/</link>
		<comments>http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/2009/10/02/life-will-always-give-you-something/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Oct 2009 15:42:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Stephanie Pasternak</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poem of the Day]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[You’re the empty glass that’s still half full,
An angel, one wing dysfunctional.
The kid who’s never quite like the rest,
A puzzle with some pieces missing,
A beaver with one tooth, at best.
The luscious lips without the kissing.
Sometimes life will give you lemons
And sometimes only one.
Take these gifts and learn their lessons,
Your battles aren’t always meant to be [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Nimbus</title>
		<link>http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/2009/09/30/nimbus/</link>
		<comments>http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/2009/09/30/nimbus/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Sep 2009 14:46:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>alli elizabeth skeehan</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poem of the Day]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[You smell
like home to me.
Your kisses
taste of youth,
your old world ways
making that
a welcome lie.
and there is
no place I&#8217;d rather be
than here,
curled into the crook
of your shoulder,
feeling the warm heaviness

of you next to me.
You kiss me slowly,
bringing my senses
to life,
til my body
is lifting
to meet your touch.
My vision
softens to
a nimbus
around us both
time stops,
and
now we have
all the time
in [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Winds of Change</title>
		<link>http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/2009/01/22/winds-of-change/</link>
		<comments>http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/2009/01/22/winds-of-change/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2009 18:08:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>martha cinader mims</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poem of the Day]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I want to
arrive on
the wings of
a dove hear
the rustle
of my feath-
ers in the
winds of change.

When pain ar-
rives from an
unknown place
wearing a
new mask to
disguise his
familiar
face,
let your heart
soar with me.
I want to
open my
arms reach out
my hands feel
the strength glow
from an in-
ternal land
of glory.
When the way
is lost it
will be found
in the wis-
dom passed to
me by ev-
eryone I
touch.
let me [...]]]></description>
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		<title>NO MORE LOVE POEM</title>
		<link>http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/2009/01/21/no-more-love-poem/</link>
		<comments>http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/2009/01/21/no-more-love-poem/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Jan 2009 20:17:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>daniel de culla</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poem of the Day]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[
Please Stop.
I don’t want falling in Love
&#38; being pretty smart
O mamma mia
When the Train is Gone
I throwed in motion:
I don’t hit the nail on the head¡
I’m going wild against the Wall
Slap-up meal.


My brain’s been fucked
When yr love is come
Toot toot
Damn bitch ate my dog.
Then haulin’s yr Ass:
Love is a silly thing
Fancying that
All over the place
And [...]]]></description>
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		<title>TRANSFORMATION</title>
		<link>http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/2009/01/20/transformation/</link>
		<comments>http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/2009/01/20/transformation/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Jan 2009 15:54:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Dr. T. Ashok Chakravarthy</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poem of the Day]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/?p=6319</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Same, the very same illusions
The very same apprehensions
Distract the ever budding visions
Dampening my future aspirations.
 
As a child, life seemed more secure
But vanished as illusory nightmares; 
The heart-tempting youthful glitters 
Captivated me with romantic gestures.

 
Fleeting time moved like a surging tide,
Eclipsed by years, age felt the fade;
So speedily if destined is life to ride
With what fickle-element is life [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Rod Stroked Survival with a Deadly Hammer</title>
		<link>http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/2009/01/16/rod-stroked-survival-with-a-deadly-hammer/</link>
		<comments>http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/2009/01/16/rod-stroked-survival-with-a-deadly-hammer/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Jan 2009 17:09:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>michael lee johnson</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poem of the Day]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Rebecca fantasized that life was a lottery ticket or a pull of a lever,
that one of the bunch in her pocket was a winner or the slots were a redeemer;
but life itself was not real that was strictly for the mentally insane at the Elgin
Mental Institution.
She gambled her savings away on a riverboat
stuck in mud [...]]]></description>
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		<title>HOW FAR IS IT ….</title>
		<link>http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/2009/01/15/how-far-is-it-%e2%80%a6/</link>
		<comments>http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/2009/01/15/how-far-is-it-%e2%80%a6/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Jan 2009 17:19:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Dr. T. Ashok Chakravarthy</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poem of the Day]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[The menacing clouds of war
Often pounce to create havoc,
The pigeons of peace
Scared and scattered, fly away.
 
The storm of hatred
The storm of enmity
The storm of death
The storm of destruction,
These devastating forces
Design the ugly face of war.

Men or women
Children or youth
Aged or the sick
Rich or the poor;
The ferocious WAR
Without care and concern 
Without pity or parity
Extends its biased [...]]]></description>
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		<title>that&#8217;s the way life be</title>
		<link>http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/2009/01/14/thats-the-way-life-be/</link>
		<comments>http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/2009/01/14/thats-the-way-life-be/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Jan 2009 15:38:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rain</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poem of the Day]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[
everybody answers to somebody
i answer to me
i&#8217;m harder on myself
than anybody else could be
been in love ?
yea, a time or two
every felt heart break ?
yep, how bout you
 
everyone stands alone
in life&#8217;s pourin rain
everyone&#8217;s got their own umbrella
their own way to hide from pain
i&#8217;ve been on that shadowy highway
lookin for someplace to rest
i&#8217;ve laughed when i felt like [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A POSITIVE SPIRIT</title>
		<link>http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/2009/01/13/a-positive-spirit/</link>
		<comments>http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/2009/01/13/a-positive-spirit/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Jan 2009 17:14:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Dr. T. Ashok Chakravarthy</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poem of the Day]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/?p=6303</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Yes, day by day, year after year
While age peels layer after layer,
The seasons of life lose their glitter
Fearful, the spirit of life withers.
 
The most treasured life’s seasons
Slowly sail into the memories ocean, 
Childhood and youth remain a passion
Enticing with ever-new hopes, often.

Frequent storms of pains and emotions
Almost ravage to the brink of extinction,
Somehow we crawl out [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Nikki Purrs</title>
		<link>http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/2009/01/12/nikki-purrs/</link>
		<comments>http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/2009/01/12/nikki-purrs/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Jan 2009 15:58:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>michael lee johnson</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poem of the Day]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/?p=6288</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[ 
Soft nursing
5 solid minutes
of purr
paw peddling
like a kayak competitor
against ripples of my
60 year old river rib cage−


I feel like a nursing mother
but I&#8217;m male and I have no nipples.
Sometimes I feel afloat.
Nikki is a little black skunk,
kitten, suckles me for milk,
or affection?
But she is 8 years old a cat.
I&#8217;m her substitute mother,
afloat in a flower [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Charley Plays a Tune</title>
		<link>http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/2009/01/09/charley-plays-a-tune/</link>
		<comments>http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/2009/01/09/charley-plays-a-tune/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Jan 2009 18:42:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>michael lee johnson</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poem of the Day]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/?p=6280</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[ 
Crippled with arthritis
and Alzheimer&#8217;s,
in a dark rented room,
Charley plays
melancholic melodies
on a dust filled
harmonica he
found  abandoned
on a playground of sand
years ago by a handful of children


playing on monkey bars.
He now goes to the bathroom on occasion,
relieving himself takes forever; he feeds the cat when
he doesn&#8217;t forget where the food is stashed at.
He hears bedlam when he buys [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Mother, Edith, at 98</title>
		<link>http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/2009/01/08/mother-edith-at-98/</link>
		<comments>http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/2009/01/08/mother-edith-at-98/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Jan 2009 16:58:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>michael lee johnson</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poem of the Day]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[ 
Edith, in this nursing home
blinded with macular degeneration,
I come to you with your blurry
eyes, crystal sharp mind,
your countenance of grace−
as yesterday&#8217;s winds
I have chosen to consume you
and take you away.



&#8220;Oh, where did Jesus disappear
to&#8221;, she murmured,
over and over again,
in a low voice
dripping words
like a leaking faucet:
&#8220;Oh, there He is my
Angel of the coming.&#8221;
 


]]></description>
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		<title>Harvest Time</title>
		<link>http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/2009/01/07/harvest-time/</link>
		<comments>http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/2009/01/07/harvest-time/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Jan 2009 19:03:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>michael lee johnson</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poem of the Day]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[ 
A Métis Indian lady, drunk,
hands blanketed over as in prayer,
over a large brown fruit basket
naked of fruit, no vine, no vineyard
inside−approaches the Edmonton,
Alberta adoption agency.
There are only spirit gods
inside her empty purse.
Inside, an infant,
refrained from life,
with a fruity wine sap apple
wedged like a teaspoon
of autumn sun
inside its mouth.
A shallow pool of tears starts
to mount in [...]]]></description>
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		<title>O HUMANS !</title>
		<link>http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/2009/01/06/o-humans/</link>
		<comments>http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/2009/01/06/o-humans/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Jan 2009 17:50:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Dr. T. Ashok Chakravarthy</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poem of the Day]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/?p=6267</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[O Humans !
Let us impart
A thought of peace
O Humans !
Let us not inject
The venom of hatred.
Humans are we
Humans are we.

O Humans !
Let us balm
The wounded hearts
O Humans !
Let us not incite
The notion of revenge.
Humans are we
Humans are we.
 
O Humans !
Let us project
The positive attitude
O Humans !
Let us not ignore
The poor and hungry.
Humans are we
Humans are [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Gingerbread Lady</title>
		<link>http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/2009/01/05/gingerbread-lady/</link>
		<comments>http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/2009/01/05/gingerbread-lady/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Jan 2009 17:22:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>michael lee johnson</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poem of the Day]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/?p=6243</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[ 
Gingerbread lady,
no sugar or cinnamon spice;
years ago arthritis and senility took their toll.
Crippled mind moves in then out, like an old sexual adventure
blurred in an imagination of fingertip thoughts.
Who in hell remembers the characters?
There was George, her lover, near the bridge at the Chicago River:
she missed his funeral; her friends were there.
She always made feather-light [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Writing Lyrics for the FBI</title>
		<link>http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/2008/12/15/writing-lyrics-for-the-fbi/</link>
		<comments>http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/2008/12/15/writing-lyrics-for-the-fbi/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Dec 2008 18:28:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>peter bray</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poem of the Day]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/?p=6156</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[He&#8217;s chewing on new lyrics like cerebral cud,
trying to separate the gravel from the mud.
Doing cryptographer&#8217;s research in the back of his head,
undercover homework from the bottom of his bed.
I used to think he was a rocket science guy,
but now he&#8217;s writing lyrics for the FBI.

He answered an ad in the Daily Farm News,
looking for [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Bro. Radio&#8217;s Theory of Evolution</title>
		<link>http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/2008/12/12/bro-radios-theory-of-evolution/</link>
		<comments>http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/2008/12/12/bro-radios-theory-of-evolution/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Dec 2008 18:04:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>reginald lockett</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poem of the Day]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[today, my radio proclaimed
most people did not evolve, but remain
single-cell entities psychologically
			          &#38; emotionally.
Darwin &#38; other scientists &#38; scholars
are absolutely wrong.  things are not
	as they seem.  weconcentrate too much on the "superficial
empirical physical plane of existence!"
what about "true" intelligence
			&#38; the spirit
of people?  he [...]]]></description>
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		<title>MEMORY OF NOTHING</title>
		<link>http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/2008/12/11/memory-of-nothing/</link>
		<comments>http://www.listenandbeheard.net/home/2008/12/11/memory-of-nothing/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Dec 2008 17:01:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>daniel de culla</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poem of the Day]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[
Listen:
Drag branches comeback
Across the forest floor:
Knowledge of the rough¡
 


At water’s edge
I gather some things up:
Memory of nothing.
 
We’ve the time to give the Babel Tower
A close reading.
Awful good, Tú
As Roy A. Rappaport’s
Ritual&#8230; as Communication and as State.
Our preferences might be
Toward more emphasis 
On species places:
Smooth textures of dead wood
Knowledge of our hands on arms
The body-art of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A BOOK OF HOURS</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Dec 2008 19:37:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>daniel de culla</dc:creator>
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Honour is a fierce as a Future
To bring into focus of Grass eaters
From the space in its last couple of Years
Where the alpha and omega gaze.
 


To a painter “exciting” is the hope word
Not as strong as the black and the whites
Which may o may not be true taking shapes
Themselves flowing and passing away from.
 
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