Long Defoliated Poems

A simple toy mother gave me 
on my sixth birthday, 
the best gift I ever got.
Its gentle turn creating changing color design, 
and shifting patterns, mesmerized me, 
filled my transfixed childhood vision.
I can’t resist looking...

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Monkey business


“I say how about
breakfast at The New Farmer’s”


Our day of picking and consuming done
no hunger induced nightmares, we rest dusk to dawn
check on the young ones. Are we all here?
tomorrow we return for another...

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In my desiccated wasteland,
soil, dry and brittle, turned to dust, 
swirled on the wings of the summer wind. 
Some blew away from me, 
some I collected in my closed palms, 
that I fed the skeletal...

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When the opaque nights were starless, 
and the depressing days desolately cloudy,
the journey through the tortuous valley of life 
wasn’t easy as it was meant to be.

When the wilted flowers turned pallid, 
and the defoliated...

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In a dream 
I saw me walking down a narrow road
I have not seen before,
A road paved with greasy stones of graveyard
I have seen before,
A road cutting a black tunnel in the midnight air
Now thick...

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Isn't it annoying to hope and never be truly cherry?
Do you recognize you were the lone soldier to run away?
When I reach the risky level, I had the right to shoot away.
 Is there any...

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When the opaque nights are starless, 
and the gloomy days cloudy,
the journey through the vale of life 
is not easy as it is meant to be.
When the wilted flowers turn pallid, 
and the defoliated trees...

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Desiccated in my torrid wasteland,
soil brittle and dry, turns to dust,
soars high on the wings of summer wind.
Some blows away from me,
some I gather in my sagging palm
for the skeletal roots exposed fragile
of my magnolia...

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As I traversed the wasteland, 
my footsteps crushed the desiccated ground,
dry and brittle soil turned to dust, 
swirled on the wings of the autumn wind. 
Some blew away from me, 
in my weathered urn, some...

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From my desiccated garden turned wasteland,
the dust soared high on the wings of summer wind,
surging on the canopy of the lone magnolia tree,
I nurtured with love for many years. 

The dust storm scraping the sands...

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On the weary wings of winter 
the northern winds depart disheartened,
their harsh whisper in the frozen air 
the frost-fastened barren boughs hear, 
“wait, you’ll listen the sweet music soon, 
don’t despair, the serenading southern breeze...

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SERENADING SPRING

On the wings of winter the north winds flutter and depart,
the crystalline clumps of icy clouds hear their shrill whisper
‘fly far beyond the disappearing horizon, wait, don’t fall apart,
we will return after our arctic...

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In the dreaming domain 
of dainty dawn 
gentle zephyr flows,
ripples the radiant facade 
of the placid pond,
where
on the lilting lap 
of a silken lotus leaf, 
floating forlorn,
rolls restless 
a rain drop,
    ...

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The branching trees stand proud in the evergreen forest 
On the verdant canopy clouds come from the sky to rest. 

After the dust is washed by the night rains of monsoon
Moist leaves get luster from...

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In my torrid terrain
soil brittle and dry turns to dust little by little,
soars high on the wings of wild wind,
some blows away from me,
some I gather in sagging palm
for feeding the skeletal roots exposed fragile
of...

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The cloud flotilla of lilacs slowly slides away 
across the misty screen shifting from the twilight sky. 
The beguiled birds bathe in the dome of blushing bay, 
in the flushing gleam of ambiance to their...

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In my desiccated wasteland,
soil, dry and brittle, turned to dust, 
swirled on the wings of the summer wind.  
ruffling my rose sapling, I reared with care.  

The reticulate veins of the curling leaves,...

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The soil brittle and dry, desiccated in my wasteland,
the dust soared high on the wings of summer wind,
surging on the canopy of the lone magnolia tree,
I nurtured with love for many years. 
The dust storm...

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The flotilla of the climbing clouds slowly slides away 
across the smoky screen shifting from the twilight sky. 
The beguiled birds bathe in the dome of the blushing bay, 
in the flushing gleam of ambiance...

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With autumn’s footfall starting to fade away
came November when it was time to visit USA, 
where my elder daughter and her family lived, 
to be with them for a special day to be celebrated. 

When...

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From my domain of desiccated wasteland,
the dust soared on the wings of plundering wind, 
wafted across the burnt canopy 
of the lone magnolia tree,
I nurtured with love for many years. 

The storm scraping the sands...

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Late summer storm fells the defoliated tree
Over the hill slope it rolls on to the stream
No branch survives the rough downslide free
Entering the stream like a dead log it swims.

Lying on the lap of stream...

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On the wings of winter afloat abandoned in northern wind,
the wilted leaves of longing waft away rustling recluse,
my frosted nest clings captive to the skeletal tree,
I count in heartbeat the footsteps of frozen twilight hour.

The...

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On the wings of winter the northern winds depart,
their harsh whisper the frost-fastened barren boughs hear… 
wait, you’ll listen to the sweet music soon, don’t fall apart,
the serenading southern breeze will caress you, you’ll endear....

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