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This is a poem anbout... SEX
This is my example of an :
:Intelligent Conversation
Sex has been removed from the process of life. Learning to...
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I would like to keep the promise
of feeling each moment,
of always giving my encouragement
to what I look at,
to what I feel,
to not even lose a minute
in mere distress,
of not being afraid of...
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It was cold,
a dog barked at the night
and the silence that remained
was still heavy.
It was cold,
and the snow
that was falling
left flowers with thorns.
The black and white
merged
and the...
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When he met me, he told me I looked like Kim Basinger - long blonde locks... but as time wore on I knew I wasn't her, and I could never be her, and I was never good enough, thin enough, or pretty...
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A blind man told me
what he thought of sight.
“As if you open up a Russian doll
and place each front to back.
If you have light,
the near one's big.
The farthest one is small."
We learn from...
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If once more
I could move just as I please.
Some days are not so bad.
Some days I cry.
You know, I feel it
in my fingers, knees,
My body's breaking down.
I don't know why.
Just thinking of...
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This is an English translation of a Vietnamese poem I wrote on a dream of homecoming after living 30 years in exile. The background song for the poem is "Getting homesick when listening to a Vong...
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