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My name is Joy, and I love to write. Why poetry, here? Because poetry uplifts its writer, and if she is lucky enough, her readers, too. Around us, so many objects abound to write about. Once a poet starts with a smallest, most trivial object, he shall discover that his pen will spill out what is most delicate or most majestic hidden inside him. Since the classics sometimes dealt with lofty subjects with a lofty language, a person with poetry in his soul may incline to emulate that. That is understandable. Poetry does that to a person: it enlarges the soul and gives it wings. Yet, to really soar, a poet needs to take off from the ground. Kiya's gift. I love it!
Green Peas at Stake
#627796 added January 4, 2009 at 4:55pm
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Used Furniture
The recliners are senior style
reconciling comfort and survival,
with covers getting weather-worn
under the sun, while they wait by
the side of the curb.
Do they discuss atherosclerosis,
kidney stones, flabby arms, arthritis,
and prostate enlargement, and tease
the credenzas and the mahogany table
with the unsteady leg?
Probably, they all exchange woes
with each other, comparing
pains and people, who used them up
and threw them out; however,
they seem resigned as they prepare
for the Goodwill truck to pick them up
for lesser homes, like those people
who grow old to perfection,
then melt away in forlorn places.


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