Creating Charu

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Wednesday, August 15, 2007

new poem: Creation

Creation Multiple forms whirl and speed in A blur of multi-colored light Each has it's own intention -it's own culture-it's own nationality -it's own opinion Each has an undeniable-gorgeous - outrageous -divine identity of it's own The mutiple choice question is - Do we continue to try to dominate -... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, July 18, 2007

poem, 'Ginormous'*

'Ginormous'* He feels 'ginormous' In his black and grey 'crunk'* suit, all 7 foot tower of him He stands noticed as if waiting to be interviewed About his towering opinions and 'ginormous' ideas On how grass should be planted near dahlias and peonies. He loves peonies He hates being noticed... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, June 23, 2007

poem

The Other She looks out from behind the curtain Vulnerable, alone A hand and one eye Are all I see She looks familiar I can’t remember her name However, I am well acquainted With her fear I call out and beckon to her She quickly retreats, then, slowly her hand Holds back the curtain again And one... Sign in to see full entry.

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Blues/song

The Bloggin' My Writin' Blues When I’m bloggin' my writin' and I forget to click ‘save’ I said – when I’m bloggin' my writin' and I forget to click ‘save’ There’s a demon inside there that wants to make me it’s slave I’ve got the computer blues, just as blue as I can be Yes the computer blues are... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, June 14, 2007

poem

Insignificant Petals The old ones sit high on a branch Of the Dogwood tree I watch all day as they converse The insignificant petals Drift past them Like memories of past loves I yearn to bring back That ancient scent Kept secretly seasoned behind my eyes They look down and speak to me It is the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Every day Charu creates herself. sometimes she is aware of what she's created and sometimes not. But if she writes or draws or paints that day or makes up a new song, she has awareness and can retain, continue it or even throw it away.

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