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Recipe for memory

Memory is a very simple entity
It starts with a cache of everyday interactivity
It can not move forward unless an effort is made
The effort is difficult in the beginning assault
It tends to relieve it self once you enact the activity and increased its flexibility
Memory is simple as long as you are willing to become enthralled.

poem by Jeff Rushton
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Automne

Dans le brouillard s'en vont un paysan cagneux
Et son boeuf lentement dans le brouillard d'automne
Qui cache les hameaux pauvres et vergogneux

Et s'en allant là-bas le paysan chantonne
Une chanson d'amour et d'infidélité
Qui parle d'une bague et d'un coeur que l'on brise

Oh! l'automne l'automne a fait mourir l'été
Dans le brouillard s'en vont deux silhouettes grises

poem by Guillaume Apollinaire
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Serendipity

The moment few groaning stars
descend on the beauty of night
Moonlight flickering too shy
Be reduced in the arms of sea
and Chill tippet of winds
Scattered on the shoulders of the tree
wish u to become Moon
Slipping from the stairs of the horizon
to secretly write serendipity
on my palm
In desire of which
Cache of a few breaths
are hidden
in the silence of my body.....

poem by Seema Gupta
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Decouverte

j'ai retrouve en Vous
mon reve
mon amour perdu
je suis nee de nouveau
avec les battements
de vos coeurs
et
je m'en suis transformee
de nouveau
en fleur
en rose
car
j'ai cache dedans mon ame
tant de lettres secretes
et
j'ai atteint
toutes les flammes
de ma jeunesse
lesquelles
avec toute leur chaleur

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poem by Jagotka Tomovska
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Romance Point [3]

ROMANCE POINT [3]
esspeecee … [12.10.08]

O floral bed
En-bosom the,
Foot marks indelibly
-of her.

Bohemian me
Know well,
She’ll efface
Like a
Spry shadow.

Her balmy
Coquette feet will
Gush out,
But to -
Dumfound me
Achefully.

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poem by Dr. Sakti P. Chakravorty
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Confessing Again...

i come to the conclusion
after so many nights that since i enjoy
communing with freedom,
then i may as well accept that i do not belong to anyone
or anything

nothing is ideal, no one is my master,
this is a free world, and i let my thoughts roam like a conqueror
of air, and space,

i don't know, but i simply don't belong to any class anymore,
or a system,
or an idea, like a set,
or a cache,
or a cage of this
e-world

i am back here
confessing.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sans Animals

How pleasant would our weekend strolls
Be if there were no animals
To grace the places we may walk?
No herds nor prides, no packs no flocks.
To never see or hear a bird
To trek without would be absurd.
What good would be a tryst in spring
Without a redbreast there to sing?
Why should the oak we pass each day
Bear nutty acorn fruit today
If there were no squirrels nesting high
To gather cache and fall supplies.
What be the sense of things withal
Devoid of all the animals?

poem by Albert Ahearn
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Tout Homme A Ses Douleurs

Tout homme a ses douleurs. Mais aux yeux de ses frères
Chacun d'un front serein déguise ses misères.
Chacun ne plaint que soi. Chacun dans son ennui
Envie un autre humain qui se plaint comme lui,
Nul des autres mortels ne mesure les peines,
Qu'ils savent tous cacher comme il cache les siennes;
Et chacun, l'oeil en pleurs, en son coeur douloureux
Se dit: 'Excepté moi, tout le monde est heureux,'
Ils sont tous malheureux. Leur prière importune
Crie et demande au ciel de changer leur fortune,
Ils changent; et bientôt, versant de nouveaux pleurs,
Ils trouvent qu'ils n'ont fait que changer de malheurs.

poem by Andre Marie de Chenier
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The Leprechaun's Treasure

Trace the outline of the symmetry
The slicing slope that cuts a mystery
Buried in the golden exuberance
Are the skeletons and the woebegone
Misery that the treasure keeper
Held amidst the tumultuous
Disintegration of fragrance

The greedy leprechaun schemed
Calculating the perched birds for meal
But never feeding his hunger, because
The brows bridging the voracity
For monopoly overwhelms its screams

A ruse to pilfer the cache of jewelries
Is whispering a strong reckon
A temptation to end and shatter
The streak of puissant exultance;
Malignant tyranny of sensations,
Platter of reveries and reality.

poem by Norman Santos
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~ Tango Tarantism Without Ta-Ra ~

~ Tango Tarantism Without Ta-Ra ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
May 8,2010

Fear to unyoke in fire
Why not be deuced dare?

Omigod! Strong man
Why illusion of cobra?
I’m yippee hurrah
Tango without ta-ra
Feel my bohemian bora.

Afraid of chicky lu lu lolol
Lap squelch me in soulful bowl.

Rear
Mindset of

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poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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