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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
#390144 added December 3, 2005 at 10:39am
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Mango for Lunch
I ate a mango for lunch,
in the park, on a dusty bench.
So sweet that mango was,
like the smile of
the Fed-Ex man
who delivers packages
chanting truisms.

Afterwards, being the gullible
troubadour of platitudes
and banality,
I wondered out loud,
in my singsong voice, if
my sticky fingers
were bad management,
defamation of destiny,
or if the Fed-Ex man
smiled, expecting a tip.

But I never expected to see you
watching me from a distance
for entertainment.


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