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My name is Joy, and I love to write. 
Why poetry, here? Because poetry uplifts its writer, and if she is lucky enough, her readers, too. Around us, so many objects abound to write about. Once a poet starts with a smallest, most trivial object, he shall discover that his pen will spill out what is most delicate or most majestic hidden inside him. Since the classics sometimes dealt with lofty subjects with a lofty language, a person with poetry in his soul may incline to emulate that. That is understandable. Poetry does that to a person: it enlarges the soul and gives it wings. Yet, to really soar, a poet needs to take off from the ground.
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	 Green Peas at Stake  #541242 added October 12, 2007 at 12:50pm Restrictions: None	 
	Other Tomorrows 
	I cringe for today 
but wish for other tomorrows, 
other than what seems to be etched 
on the walls and fallen towers; 
other than when the moon 
shows its dark side, 
other than when ancient fish  
reek and ripple with naked scent, 
other than when each child  
joins the circus 
to run away from home, 
but I am too hapless 
to build a moat 
of wishes around  
anywhere 
to ward off the sting 
of bloodthirsty things. 
 
 
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