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human history, has expressed the deepest feeling of man"</description><language>en</language><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (poem)</managingEditor><lastBuildDate>Sun, 27 Nov 2011 16:20:54 PST</lastBuildDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/zzbr" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><media:category scheme="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd">Education/Language Courses</media:category><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>"poetry is rhythmic, melodic utterance which, through human history, has expressed the deepest feeling of man"</itunes:subtitle><itunes:summary>"poetry is rhythmic, melodic utterance which, through human history, has expressed the deepest feeling of man"</itunes:summary><itunes:category text="Education"><itunes:category text="Language Courses" /></itunes:category><feedburner:emailServiceId>blogspot/ZZbR</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><item><title>You’re here, But I’m afraid to speak</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZZbR/~3/SrOkDSELdCQ/youre-here-but-im-afraid-to-speak.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (poem)</author><pubDate>Tue, 24 May 2011 19:58:23 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052311228322894552.post-311534490957307573</guid><description>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Such intelligence is intimidating.&lt;br /&gt;   Though I wouldn’t speak at such High level in your presence,&lt;br /&gt;   I feel something that I haven’t felt in centuries.&lt;br /&gt;   Your costume used to matter.&lt;br /&gt;   Your costume isn’t important anymore.&lt;br /&gt;   I’m looking into you now.&lt;br /&gt;   Yes I know your color, and I know your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;   Insane we might say, but we are afraid.&lt;br /&gt;   Such is divine to all.&lt;br /&gt;   And it’s oblivious in your world.&lt;br /&gt;   Only if you knew&lt;br /&gt;   How your words move through me..&lt;br /&gt;   Slow and cold.&lt;br /&gt;   How your windows pierce through screens and fake masks.&lt;br /&gt;   I would clap louder.. but My hands would Bleed.&lt;br /&gt;   Then Again..&lt;br /&gt;   You deserve such sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   by Kelly Emil Bergey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052311228322894552-311534490957307573?l=poetrymalu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nqOFvhIdfVCd4TmbiWAgST0pn8U/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nqOFvhIdfVCd4TmbiWAgST0pn8U/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZZbR/~4/EpGt_lygR7M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-08T20:16:06.825-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poetrymalu.blogspot.com/2011/02/remember.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Beautiful Dreamer</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZZbR/~3/9_T_OZriruk/beautiful-dreamer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (poem)</author><pubDate>Tue, 08 Feb 2011 20:15:23 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052311228322894552.post-8085803394689379169</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,&lt;br /&gt;Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,&lt;br /&gt;Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,&lt;br /&gt;List while I woo thee with soft melody;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the cares of life's busy throng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea,&lt;br /&gt;Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelie;&lt;br /&gt;Over the streamlet vapors are borne,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,&lt;br /&gt;E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;&lt;br /&gt;Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052311228322894552-8085803394689379169?l=poetrymalu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jUg9pEEzEoio6N8QZ0Wn9XWg_Ts/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jUg9pEEzEoio6N8QZ0Wn9XWg_Ts/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZZbR/~4/9_T_OZriruk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-08T20:15:23.893-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poetrymalu.blogspot.com/2011/02/beautiful-dreamer.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>You Are So Beautiful</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZZbR/~3/1mXBeiyK7p4/you-are-so-beautiful.html</link><category>poetry of love</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (poem)</author><pubDate>Wed, 19 May 2010 20:48:16 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052311228322894552.post-457365953793189293</guid><description>You are so beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;The day seem so bright,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I start the day,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;The night seem so romantic,&lt;br /&gt;Each time I spend the night&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me understand,&lt;br /&gt;The true meaning of luv,&lt;br /&gt;You made me realize,&lt;br /&gt;Loving is not always having…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052311228322894552-457365953793189293?l=poetrymalu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/izWcv9C2kiyBcmjbDJdAQgnRn18/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/izWcv9C2kiyBcmjbDJdAQgnRn18/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZZbR/~4/mkwgvBzCeI4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-19T20:48:16.590-07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poetrymalu.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-my-love.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Embracement of Dreams</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZZbR/~3/xRQcA0Em6uk/embracement-of-dreams.html</link><category>poetry of togetherness</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (poem)</author><pubDate>Wed, 19 May 2010 21:01:10 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052311228322894552.post-97569817455116645</guid><description>I hear the whine&lt;br /&gt;of people singing my name&lt;br /&gt;pretending everything is fine&lt;br /&gt;hiding in their own shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgusting the very stance&lt;br /&gt;of vanity, wiltting flowers&lt;br /&gt;who seek the pleasure of glance&lt;br /&gt;of beauty from criers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally blushing red&lt;br /&gt;within the very voice of Love&lt;br /&gt;from the sweetest lad&lt;br /&gt;in short, dreamless sleep I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days sicken every fiber of my beings&lt;br /&gt;and I'm searching for darkness&lt;br /&gt;where there are no moan and feelings&lt;br /&gt;only Love I brought from sickness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally find him there&lt;br /&gt;waiting in the quiet battlefield&lt;br /&gt;smiling so true everywhere&lt;br /&gt;and his soft face become my shield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his embrace I shall rise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052311228322894552-97569817455116645?l=poetrymalu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WMvzpmuR2xjAZH7elQfjpQ1jRBA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WMvzpmuR2xjAZH7elQfjpQ1jRBA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZZbR/~4/CLNPirTIqoE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-04T19:10:04.843-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poetrymalu.blogspot.com/2009/11/last-wish.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>THE RAIN IN JUNE</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZZbR/~3/6Sv8i6InIlk/rain-in-june.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (poem)</author><pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2009 18:31:50 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052311228322894552.post-8385976147608631251</guid><description>Nobody resolute&lt;br /&gt;Rather than the rain in June&lt;br /&gt;Its yearning-drizzle is hidden&lt;br /&gt;To the tree which has bloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wise&lt;br /&gt;Rather than the rain in June&lt;br /&gt;His footprints is erased&lt;br /&gt;Which hesitant in the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody skillful&lt;br /&gt;Rather than the rain in June&lt;br /&gt;The unspoken thing is ignored&lt;br /&gt;Absorbed by the root of the flower tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source : Sapardi Djoko Darmono&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052311228322894552-8385976147608631251?l=poetrymalu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WzZLCnfwn9QHB1FNjsfwjMCLp1A/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WzZLCnfwn9QHB1FNjsfwjMCLp1A/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZZbR/~4/6Sv8i6InIlk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-03T18:31:50.063-07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poetrymalu.blogspot.com/2009/05/rain-in-june.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>ONE DAY LATER</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZZbR/~3/bjFb1ya-r3M/one-day-later.html</link><category>poetry of ilfe</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (poem)</author><pubDate>Wed, 19 May 2010 20:50:47 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052311228322894552.post-1817931957478696817</guid><description>One day later&lt;br /&gt;My body will die&lt;br /&gt;But in the distich of this poem&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t acquiesce you alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day later&lt;br /&gt;My voice wouldn’t be heard again&lt;br /&gt;Yet among rows of this poem&lt;br /&gt;I will steadfast investigate you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day later&lt;br /&gt;My vision will be unrecognized again&lt;br /&gt;Yet, in the letter cracks of this poem&lt;br /&gt;I’ll look for you forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052311228322894552-1817931957478696817?l=poetrymalu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OtnWxIOVGiKer8CmZCrd_tPDNaE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OtnWxIOVGiKer8CmZCrd_tPDNaE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZZbR/~4/bjFb1ya-r3M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-19T20:50:47.660-07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poetrymalu.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-day-later.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Ray</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZZbR/~3/4Z67SUNJ6to/ray.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (poem)</author><pubDate>Tue, 02 Sep 2008 19:20:30 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052311228322894552.post-7248867189299466983</guid><description>How are you doing sunshine? &lt;p&gt;Still I admire you up to now&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Loyalty, truth and trust&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Don’t you know what is going on there?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lord the almighty&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Could you please always keep them?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Even raining or dray, give them your blessing&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Although my feeling is hurt&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They smiled at me with their deepest heart&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Please let them to cheer&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Here I am, without any abilities, except praying&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Someday when the ray shiny&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’ll come back to them for a while&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How do you do sunshine?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Peace be upon to you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My best for them&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052311228322894552-7248867189299466983?l=poetrymalu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ooEofT15xoak7KkjrRMU8Kxqhww/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ooEofT15xoak7KkjrRMU8Kxqhww/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZZbR/~4/RZFWhi5ZQNg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-02T19:12:30.936-07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poetrymalu.blogspot.com/2008/09/blur.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Holy Pinky</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZZbR/~3/CigCrg5fsW4/holy-pinky.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (poem)</author><pubDate>Tue, 02 Sep 2008 19:11:08 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052311228322894552.post-5006052509755924431</guid><description>One year ago when the first time we meet each other&lt;br /&gt;Nothing words and nothing sentences from my mouth&lt;br /&gt;You are the one, who none can be you if not you&lt;br /&gt;So natural so unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;You go when all of us want to see you are smiling&lt;br /&gt;Then you come when all of us are give up to invite you&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is gone and tomorrow is still in the God’s hand&lt;br /&gt;We are really honor to welcome you&lt;br /&gt;Being a part of this community, being a part of our story&lt;br /&gt;Pinky changes sadness into happiness&lt;br /&gt;Pinky makes darknees so shines&lt;br /&gt;Pinky will always tune on our hearts &lt;p&gt;If you realise, all of people need another people, then why should you let pinky so colourly but lonely, no, company that pinky with your red, with your green, white, black, blue and all colour that you got, cause it’s a mercy, one thing that you can’t deny&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p&gt;Oh pinky I have nothing to give you,,,thank you for your everything&lt;br /&gt;Come on tell me….who could be so pinky if not u&lt;br /&gt;So please answer me, who is the most pink?&lt;br /&gt;Today we left much stories behind us&lt;br /&gt;From this moment life has begin&lt;br /&gt;From this moment I want you to be happy everytime as you happy as tonight&lt;br /&gt;Let pinky blossom today and forever&lt;br /&gt;This wild world sometime make us don’t remember another&lt;br /&gt;Only think that we are the one, we are the wonderful one..&lt;br /&gt;Because of you too pinky we always have an inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Just like this poem, just like this poetry I made&lt;br /&gt;I know that all of you know, who is that pinky&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A holy pinky,,,,happy birthday may Allah bless you always&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052311228322894552-5006052509755924431?l=poetrymalu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IREIk0ToO20AsULfdoRJPhjG1vA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IREIk0ToO20AsULfdoRJPhjG1vA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZZbR/~4/BcmPe8DiWns" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-12T21:16:01.369-07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poetrymalu.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-you.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Just Make It</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZZbR/~3/eyTngsmY140/just-make-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (poem)</author><pubDate>Tue, 12 Aug 2008 21:13:14 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052311228322894552.post-7633835327424125951</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Make a move&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;     Make it little bit artistic.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Make a wish&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;     Make it real&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Make a joke&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;     Make it fun&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Make an effort&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;     Make it count&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Make a dream&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;     Make it true&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Make a poem&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;     Make it romantic&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Make a love&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    Make it peaceful &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052311228322894552-7633835327424125951?l=poetrymalu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ht1NdF7bBEdUEqz2VTsZ-BX2S6s/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ht1NdF7bBEdUEqz2VTsZ-BX2S6s/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZZbR/~4/eyTngsmY140" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-12T21:13:14.820-07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poetrymalu.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-make-it.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Neither Here or Elsewhere</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZZbR/~3/mtCEC9rbg4s/neither-here-or-elsewhere.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (poem)</author><pubDate>Tue, 12 Aug 2008 21:11:53 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052311228322894552.post-821986863942539363</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Cloudy sky today depicts my feeling&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Flocks of birds are lazy to fly&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I myself trap in a silence    &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Freezing and chilling had pass&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;However my heart remains unchanged&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My dream, my emotion, my longing&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sky suddenly changes it colours&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;From blue sea into dark land&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Neither here or elsewhere&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I straight myself to be sensitive&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Cloudy sky could you away for a while&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Noisy around me but i feel the opposite&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052311228322894552-821986863942539363?l=poetrymalu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JzXYbi5hPmzA4VLxJj7J0m4z-GQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JzXYbi5hPmzA4VLxJj7J0m4z-GQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZZbR/~4/mtCEC9rbg4s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-12T21:11:53.075-07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poetrymalu.blogspot.com/2008/08/neither-here-or-elsewhere.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Leap Frog</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZZbR/~3/GtcyURwifqk/leap-frog.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (poem)</author><pubDate>Tue, 12 Aug 2008 21:10:31 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052311228322894552.post-3150307098438394286</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Jump ahead&lt;br /&gt;2-3 Steps faster&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p&gt;Never underestimate your mates&lt;br /&gt;Fair dinkum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No worries, what you did last night no one knows&lt;br /&gt;Just like a leap Frog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go away, and run away&lt;br /&gt;Put yourself into consideration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never blame yourself&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;            I am here for you mate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6052311228322894552-3150307098438394286?l=poetrymalu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7C2vFMiDproqz1-VrG1onybliEE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7C2vFMiDproqz1-VrG1onybliEE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZZbR/~4/GtcyURwifqk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-12T21:10:31.252-07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://poetrymalu.blogspot.com/2008/08/leap-frog.html</feedburner:origLink></item><media:rating>nonadult</media:rating></channel></rss>

