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Beauty Is

Beauty is


Hearts of Beholding

decks of cards

coming out at large

rather pet your dog

give a hug

stroke a hog Read more


Can I Help You?

‘Can I help you?’

the salesperson asks…

‘Yes, I think you can!’ you reply.

‘Well, what can I do for you?’

‘Well, it’s kinda’ hard to put into words,’ you say as it is so obvious

you are holding the floodgate of tears Read more


La Différence!

la difference,

that’s how it goes…

(women are the glue which bonds societies’ fabric)

We all work those jobs we do best

and it does show

a face familiar

which has always been Read more


Sitting Under the Poetry Dome

Poor unhappy soul,

(you haven’t found where it is hiding, but be reassured,

it’s there, because they found him and gave him a good hiding…)

whatever gets you through your weary day…

Is OK,

for you somehow made your way home

staggering as Read more


Beneath this old Carved Tree

When you used to search for me,

you found me

by lake forgiveness

beneath this old carved tree.

You always knew where to find me,

when we spoke those  Read more


Strands of Moonlight

I have a project for you.

I want you to go out to the next full moon, and take a look.

Stand there surrounding yourself in strands of moonlight.


Some calendars have gone queer these days and don’t show the partial and full moon…

Let them all be queer.

I mean, the Read more


How to Publish a Book

Have you wondered the easiest way how to publish a book? I know from my own experience it’s easier to self publish a book than it used to be. But, these days you can sign up as an author at Read more


Boast not where the Poppies Grow

We escape into yet another day;

boast not where the poppies grow.

we run away.

we don’t know where God hides

himself every day.

we say the wrong things

at all the wrong times.

eat the wrong foods.

we laid with the Read more


Rendezvous with Oars

Did you feel you missed the boat

in life

because someone said

both paddles of yours were not in the water

and your rudder was backwards?

So, you had a


with oars

throwing them both Read more


Crusty Old Uncle Fred

Blossoms fill the air in spring.

I don’t know the name of the tree

but, I like its fragrance

even though at times,

it makes me sneeze.

When spring comes around next year, I know

I can depend upon that sweet aroma


That smell is in my mind,

which is strange

things from the past

 like your Read more

The Positive Noodle

'Good thoughts bring good things'


a blog for a girl who doesn't know anything


My poetry is my religion.

The Shameful Sheep

shit storms, shame, and stories that make you cringe


A blog by Dr. Abhinav Majumder

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