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The Wait
It is not what we consider as a tentative state, when we look into the matter, which requires waiting. Some of us, who have experienced life with worn out slippers, know this inevitable phase profoundly and well. We happen to meet a bunch of people on the other side of the fence, accustomed to their influences, connections, networks, privileges, who try to opine their road map as similar to us. But then considerable and countable few "of us," still linger in the waiting room. Often perplexed by the fast forward pace of the fenced out people demonstrating their smart moves. Fenced out, because they hardly would shuffle back towards the bridge mood, being Busy with their Hot Soup gulped with forks.
Suvadeep DasPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMovie Review: Celebrating 30 Years of Dirty Dancing
“It’s nothing, Marjorie, go back to sleep.” As I watched Dirty Dancing for the first time in several years, this seemingly throwaway line from Jerry Orbach to Kelly Bishop, as the parents of Jennifer Grey’s Frances “Baby” Houseman, struck me. Orbach's Jake, a wealthy doctor, has just returned to his bungalow at this Catskills Hotel after having given treatment to Cynthia Rhodes’ Penny who has just undergone what at the time was referred to as a back-alley abortion. This was after she’d been knocked up by Robbie, a selfish snob doing time to raise money he doesn’t need for his Ivy League education.
Sean PatrickPublished 7 years ago in GeeksBirthday
For half a year No TV in the house For half a year And we're still getting used to it To watch what we want Whenever we want, how much we want
Adem GaricPublished 7 years ago in PoetsIn a Box...
In a box… my world’s troubles melt away In a box… dreams once shattered are rebuilt In a box hurts once felt are washed away
Yetti ConfettiPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBlind Boy
[You don’t know me...] But I see you, boy. You think you have Power, strength, steel, When all you have Is a vicious demon
Pierre Roustan, Author of THE CAIN LETTERS and SCARY HORROR STUFF!Published 7 years ago in PoetsMy Dearest
A smile unbelievably deadly Eyes that cut like diamonds Two hands to hold you so steadily Lips that utter sweet nothings
Barbara DobbsPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Girl
Forever there and never gone He told her that "it won't take long" The morning came, her heart it cracked She really thought that he'd come back
Vivi VanillePublished 7 years ago in PoetsBroken
Like a flower bed after a torrential rain Or the blood pouring freely from an open vein No better yet, might as well say this