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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
#577532 added April 4, 2008 at 5:58pm
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Soft Soap - April 4 - Dew Drop 4
Soft Soap

Soft Soap with soothing
Aloe Vera, the strip club
of genuine dirt.

I dig up my grime from
the ditches of memorabilia
while rummaging the junk
drawer when I handle
trinkets of no value from
my once-upon-a-time wars.

So I lather and rinse, vowing
to keep my sticky hands
off that rough stuff.


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*Lady Macbeth comes to mind.* *Laugh*



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