From: Amara Graps (amara@amara.com)
Date: Fri Mar 01 2002 - 14:30:51 MST
Serafino pointed to:
http://morthaur.net/poetry/index.html
>Exploding baskets of sapphire dust whistle in the darkness
uhh.. well the author *did* call it Bad Poetry
Dust is a favorite theme for poets, though.
(Found these last year in rec.arts.poems searching on 'Dust'.
Some are really rather good.)
Amara
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From: Akio Kimura <kimura@inter-brain.co.jp>
Subject: The universe opens
Date: 1999/05/08
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The universe opens
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It doesn't sing with the cheerful
flower in the flower.
A bird sings in the cage.
If a basket was dust of the universal end.
A body is shaken,
and that dust keeps crying for the time being.
I don't know the universal end.
I never cry in the universal end.
Even if meteors become tears
and star dust is made to collapse.
The drum that doesn't know
an end and which tore.
Planet, the hatchet it was attended.
The existence of the vacuum
which it isn't made to feel destruction.
A sturdy palace is the shooting star
which floats in the sky.
A shooting star in the basket.
The shooting star it believes to be a bird.
The universe where it is blockaded.
When the universe closed in the nebula
and it was put.
As for the nebula,
it never sings like a flower.
The universe opens
so that a flower may bloom, too.
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From: morpheal@my-deja.com
Subject: poems: 26 / 07 / 99
Date: 1999/07/27
Turns To Dust
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It all turns to dust,
what comes so hard
what takes so much time
what eats up our lives,
it all turns to dust,
the sacrifices we make
as if that is what is right,
to give up so very much,
yet it all turns to dust,
the peace we won
at an incredible cost
never has a chance to last,
it all turns to dust,
the progress we made
breaks down to rot,
blackens up with age
it all turns to dust,
the money made
the money spent
striving to accomplish,
it all turns to dust,
a cloud of dust,
it all goes away,
into a cloud of dust,
it all turns to dust.
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From: av255@FreeNet.Carleton.CA (Nilo-Gaye Moller)
Subject: * Shadows and Dust *
Date: 1997/12/23
Memories
like shadows and dust
hands that don't touch
hearts that don't cross
but for a moment in time
There is no escape
from the ghosts of the night
an impalpable longing
an ache in the gut
nightmares and teary highways
down warm pallid cheeks
A summer romance half written
crumbles like dead autumn leaves
buried under history
like shadows and dust
Shadows and dust
like speckles of rust
on the tattered blanket of the heart ...
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From: ray@scribbledyne.com (Ray Heinrich)
Subject: rh < dust to dust > oh those workshops
Date: 1997/09/18
< dust to dust >
the slow sway
of a gentle day
our words remain
though given away
the sweep
of our arms
the touch
of our hands
dust to dust
our love
withstands
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From: Alberto Gomez <agomez@ran.es>
Subject: Cleaning the cosmic dust of the Voyager Probe
Date: 1995/11/24
I want to know the laws of the nature.,
I want to cry knowing my father.
I want to feel that I come from a Supernovae.
I want to embrace the fossil stone of my reptile ancestor.
I want to feel like a Celt when it comeback to the village.
I want to wonder when I make a telephone call.
I want to die happy, making jokes.
I want to clean the cosmic dust of the voyager Probe.
I want this message to reach Someone from other planet,
And It feel that, deep inside, It is also Me.
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