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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
#582650 added May 1, 2008 at 10:35am
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Down below -- Dew Drop 29
Down below

From just under the clouds,
the scenery on the ground
is full of tiny playthings:
toy roads, toy houses,
toy cars, toy trees,
like Lionel train-towns.
Everything is so small
you don't see the people
the weeds, the garbage,
the apathy, the foolishness.
Looking from the top,
from your window seat in
US Air, flight 1868,
you wonder who plays
with all those toys
down below.




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