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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
#618566 added November 14, 2008 at 10:01pm
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Clueless
                   After hearing Sarah McLachlan on Jay Leno last night, which was Nov.13, 2008 *Laugh*

You run in the middle of the traffic to ditch
men with heads of frogs, refusing to own
yourself and what went wrong; although,
you’ll outlive your pain and the
just-too-damn-difficult forgiving of
the distances in between. Then,
when you come back,
you’ll still be covered with scars.
and you’ll still sprint to ditch
the carcasses on the black earth,
as Sarah McLachlan sings:
clueless and so high!





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