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Mocking freedom in cagey avenues?

[Time is a dressmaker specializing in alterations.]-Faith Baldwin

Fallen leaves of Autumn
Covered the old nursery road
and I pick them one by one
into my pushcart!
Nursery was closed for vacation
A squirrel rested on a bench
and the swings were chained?
It's really hard for me to climb
The Post-office hill
with this nagging sciatica pain?
But I have to send this letter
to my faraway unseen friend.
Rusty coins not sufficient
for the postage it seemed
and do they accept my letter
without a stamp?
Anyway I remember the few lines
of my new poem in the letter
and I murmured to myself
on my way back;
'I saw my bald head
in the shattered mirror
and I threw the toothless comb
into the nearby muddy river.'

To my deceased loving Mother!
(Still through your far seeing eyes I see the puzzling life Mom.)

nimal dunuhinga

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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A Chimpanzee cries in the cage

When I was passing the chinchilla's wire enclosure in the Zoo
I heard a deep cry like a Man's voice,
And when I turned back,
Then I saw a Chimpanzee cries in its cage;
'You resembled my eldest brother Sir
Who's shot dead in the second World War.'

*Time is a dressmaker specializing in alterations.
-Faith Baldwin

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Time is a dressmaker specializing in alterations.

quote by Faith Baldwin
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A letter like a poem

Really I feel this is not a resignation
And some kind of a gratitude.
The destiny has forced us to leave Anaheim
And we have to reach Corona soon.
I am so sad to leave 'Montessori at Elm'.
Because it's my life school and I learned a lot
Mixing with dolls like kids.
I take this opportunity to thank you very much for your hospitality
Given to me in my hard times and I never forget that huge help.
Also I never forget the comfort I had under the shady trees at 'Elm'.
Please convey my loving regards to the kind staff
And specially for my loving precious kids and their parents too.
I end this brief letter with a tear dropp in my eye
And I am terribly sick these days.
I wish you all the best and a rapid progress to the school.
Thank you very much,
Yours very truly............................*

* My beloved spouse sketched this letter in our mother tongue
And she wants to dedicate this poem-letter to Ms.Cassendra.Wijewickrama

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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A heart-throb and the go-between

The old man dropped his precious letter
into the isolated letter box
where it stands in the gravel road.
The notorious postman who tampers letters
comes very seldom to collect.
He found only one letter in the box
but no addressee and stamps too.
He opened the letter and read loudly.
' I am an old godforsaken man
but still not senile; good for nothing my dear.
This could be a giveaway for you.
If you read this I am sure you may excuse me.
Do you know about spiritual love?
Sometimes this letter will annoy you my sweetheart!
Take it easy honey as I am a dreamer.
I am lonely and frustrated
and I need someone with a goodwill
who comes and stay with me forever.
I'll offer you my old hammock
and I know thousands of stories
which I can read for you on full moon days
until you sleep quietly my darling.

dedication to the letter box at ' home for the elders'

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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I Fought with the Alphabet

My English teacher said; ' A sentence should start with a capital letter.'
I opposed and she detained me out of the class.
One day I sent her a letter; My dearest Love
'L' with capital.
Since that day she is very kind to me.
But still I am a simple letter.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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A Love Letter

A love letter from me,
To you;
To say something important.

A love letter from me,
To tell a love story,
About you and me.

A love letter about friendship,
To strengthen our relationship,
And express our special feelship.

A love letter about love,
Love of life partnership,
Love of life friendship.

A love letter from you,
To say that;
You always miss me.

A love letter from you,
To tell that;
You always think of me.

A love letter written
For You, my love,
On this day.

A love letter written,
Sealed With kisses, and
Hug and Smile.

A love letter sends
By hand and
with much Heartfelt.

A love letter to
Say “I love You”;
Say “ I Miss you”;
Say “I think of you”.

A Love letter seals,
With a lot of love, and
Heartfelt.

A love letter written,
About love poem written,
In Remembrance of our sweet memory.

© Lawrence Hiung, January 2012.

poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Crazy Letter

When I back Home

After my long traveling in north

I found two letters in my mailbox

One from bank told me, sorry sir

In your account just have ten Dirhams now

Another one from a crazy woman

She writes me

I am Zineb the beautiful girl sits near you in bus

You remember me sir?

I am sure you still remember me

I am the pretty girl in the bus

I know you like me

I saw that in your eyes

But I don’t like you sir

Because you are not the man I looking for

I am looking for a man

Handsome

Smart

Rich

I know you is not handsome, not rich and not smart

But I am tired looking for the man I want

I can accept you if you want

I am sure you want

You can call me

This is my phone number

I read this letter and smile

Because it is first crazy letter I read in my live

But it is not last crazy letter I read

I still find in my letterbox other crazy letter

Send by crazy woman

poem by Bourjil Yousfi
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Letter To A Soldier

Letter To A Soldier

A soldier got a letter, from the one he loved the most,
he looked at her new picture and he began to boast,
about his lovely wife and their kids back home,
which made all his buddies, think about their own,
when he was all alone, with her letter in his hand,
he thought about the love they had, and began to understand,
the reasons he had for fighting, and the sacrifices he had to make,
so the freedom of his family, no one could ever take,
he kissed the letter as though it was his wife,
it would have to do him, through all his pain and strife,
he kept the letter with him, right next to his heart,
as if it would protect him, during the battles he knew would start,
though many men were wounded, and some of them had died,
he kept the letter with him, it gave him strength inside,
the letter told him, all he had to know,
that his family missed him, and they loved him so,
so all you married ladies, with a husband in Iraq,
send him a little something everyday, until he finally does come back,
tell him about the children and the little things they do,
tell him how much you love him, you know he misses you,
soon this war will be over, and the killing all will end,
there will be a smile upon your face, when you welcome home,
YOUR BEST FRIEND.

written by Harry Bryant
28 August 2008 ©
all rights reserved

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A brief letter to Paddy Martin!

My dear Paddy,
Hope you're fine
and I too still breathe this polluted air?
President Obama came again
for another four years!
Nothing changed yet
Pauper still walks
dreaming of a Benz?
I am writing this for a special matter
Sandra Fowler left without saying a goodbye
like you my friend.
She knows you well
and you too know her.
Bards have a rare talent to recognize each other?
Make company with her
as she's a newcomer.
Don't know this letter
reach you in time?
Christmas is coming
and please let her know
That I miss the yearly greeting this time?
Sorry for this brief letter
as I am not well and later write you more.
Hope to see you all one day
when my Visa expires?

with best regards,
sincere friend,
nimal

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Snow Day

Today we woke up to a revolution of snow,
its white flag waving over everything,
the landscape vanished,
not a single mouse to punctuate the blankness,
and beyond these windows

the government buildings smothered,
schools and libraries buried, the post office lost
under the noiseless drift,
the paths of trains softly blocked,
the world fallen under this falling.

In a while I will put on some boots
and step out like someone walking in water,
and the dog will porpoise through the drifts,
and I will shake a laden branch,
sending a cold shower down on us both.

But for now I am a willing prisoner in this house,
a sympathizer with the anarchic cause of snow.
I will make a pot of tea
and listen to the plastic radio on the counter,
as glad as anyone to hear the news

that the Kiddie Corner School is closed,
the Ding-Dong School, closed,
the All Aboard Children's School, closed,
the Hi-Ho Nursery School, closed,
along with -- some will be delighted to hear --

the Toadstool School, the Little School,
Little Sparrows Nursery School,
Little Stars Pre-School, Peas-and-Carrots Day School,
the Tom Thumb Child Center, all closed,
and -- clap your hands -- the Peanuts Play School.

So this is where the children hide all day,
These are the nests where they letter and draw,
where they put on their bright miniature jackets,
all darting and climbing and sliding,
all but the few girls whispering by the fence.

And now I am listening hard
in the grandiose silence of the snow,
trying to hear what those three girls are plotting,
what riot is afoot,
which small queen is about to be brought down.

poem by Billy Collins
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A Simpleton on the ropes

This innocent lacklustre who works in a farm earns a little and out of that he gives equal shares to his poor loving mother and a girl who pretends as his fiancée.
He dreams of their future soon build a cottage and have a child devote his entire life for them.
One equinox he received a letter very light from the city.
“Hi! My dear I joined the Jamboree here
Yours ever love Rosemary.”
Exactly after a fortnight he received another letter lighter than earlier.
“Hi! My dear the Jamboree is over and accidentally I found a boy.
Sorry, I am your unfortunate Rosemary.”

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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In Love With A Soldier

Loving a soldier is a high price to pay,
loving him truly is hard when he's away.
It's being alone with nothing to hold;
lt's being young, but feeling old;
it's having him whisper his love for you;
it's whispering back that you love him too.
There comes a kiss and a promise for more,
as his plane slowly rises to soar;
reluctantly, painfully, letting him go,
while your insides are dying from wanting him so,
watching him leave with eyes full of tears,
standing alone with your hopes, dreams and fears.
It's sending a letter with the stamp upside down,
to a far away love in a far away town.
It's going to church to kneel and pray,
and really meaning the things that you say.
Being in love will foster your dreams,
of that far away soldier your mind fairly beams.
Days go by, no mail for a spell,
you wait for some word to hear that he's well.
Then a letter arrives, and you've given in,
to open his letter and read it with a grin,
yes, he is well and misses you so,
it's filled with the love you wanted to know.
Weeks are like months, and months are like years,
you wait for the day when you'll have no more fears.
Days go by slowly, how many have passed?
Yes, loving a soldier brings bitterness and fears,
loneliness, sadness and despondent years.
Loving a soldier isn't much fun,
but it's worth the price when the battle is won;
and remember he is thinking of you everyday,
he's sad and he's lonely while so far away;
so love him and miss him and hold your head high,
be strong and have faith, wipe that tear from your eye.
It's the high price you pay for loving a soldier

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I don't know their address where I have to post my sad letter

The month of November tells Goodbye very soon
And December comes with a snowy cap through my lonely dreams.
All my friends in the class get ready for the journey towards Christmas
And my class teacher asked my name again and again.
I said; 'Orphan'.
My Mom and Dad write me not very often
And they address me by that strange name.
I don't know their address where I have to post my sad letter.
Once they mentioned in a short letter both of them stay in a boarding house named 'Prison'.
'Please try to be a good boy and never think of this lousy place ever.'

* The roads are for cars and not for people........................
-Long Beach Rescue Mission for the Homeless-

I humbly dedicate this poem to 'get on the bus' Restorative Justice Works

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Loving a Soldier

loving a soldier is a high price to pay,

loving him truly is hard when he's away.

it's being alone with nothing to hold;

it's being young, but feeling old;

it's having him whisper his love for you;

it's whispering back that you love him too.

there comes a kiss and a promise for more,

as his plane slowly rises to soar;

reluctantly, painfully, letting him go,

while your insides are dying from wanting him so,

standing alone with your hopes, dreams, and fears.

it's sending a letter with the stamp upside down,

to a far away love in a far away town.

it's going to church to kneel and pray,

and really meaning the things that you say.

being in love will foster your dreams,

of that far away soldier your mind fairly beams.

days go by, no mail for a spell,

you wait for some word to hear he is well.

then a letter arrives, and your given in,

to open his letter and read it with a grin.

yes, he is well and he misses you so,

it's filled with the love you wanted to know.

weeks are like months, and months are like years,

you wait for the day when you'll have no more fears.

days go by slowly, how many have passed?

yes, loving a soldier brings bitterness and fears,

lonlieness, sadness, and despondent years.

loving a soldier isn't much fun,

but it's worth the price when the battle is won;

and remember he is thinking of you everyday,

he's sad he's lonely while so far away;

so love him and miss him and hold your head high,

be strong and have faith, wipe that tear from your eye.

it's the high price to pay for loving a soldier.

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Rational Shortcomings

(An intertexual marriage poem of an excerpt from a teacher’s letter to parents, a letter from a mother to the child she gave away for adoption and a letter that I should not have seen)

Dear Parents or Guardians,
First I want to say that I didn’t hand you over because I hated you
The photography man is coming
Hello, I just wanted to remind everybody about spelling
I didn’t hate you you might not believe me but I truly love you
Between 6: 30AM and 6: 45AM to set up
The last test scores were horrible and I threw them out
I want you to know that I am hoping you are reading this letter
I warned him that the klubs are here in the morning
I will not do so again
And hope you do not have any hate in your heart for me
Until 8: 30AM
Your child should practice spelling their words
Because if my life was different I would have kept you
He still wanted to come
And do their spelling homework every night
So close to my heart because you are so special
That’s his problem…
Spelling homework for the week is:
I know you are saying
Monday: Write the first five words three times
“Why she gave me away.”
Tuesday: Write the last five words three times
My life was so hard at the time…

poem by Christopher J. Grasso
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The Letter

She retrieved the letter from the mail.
Seeing the handwriting
she grew instantly pale.
She'd not seen it for many years.
Seeing it again brought
back the tears.

Not one word that he had said
was lost in her,
inside her head.
Things were good for so long.
Remembering them again
seemed so wrong.

The letter sat on her desktop now.
Staring at it intently
she knew somehow
the letter was an attempt to rectify
blaming him alone
or even knowing why?

Two months passed and finally
she opened it. Her heart stood still.
For she did see
words of comfort, but words of woe.
'I'm sick my love
but before I go

I need to see you. Can you come?
I'm sorry my love.
What's done is done.'
He died while the letter
sat unread.
She kept the letter in her bed.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Pillar Box

The pillar box is fat and red,
The pillar box is high;
It has the flattest sort of head
And not a nose or eye,
But just one open nigger mouth
That grins when I go by.

The pillar box is very round
But hungry all the day;
Although it doesn't make a sound,
Folks know it wants to say,
"Give me some letter sandwiches
To pass the time away."

"A postage stamp I like to eat
Or gummy letterette."
I see the people on the street,
If it is fine or wet,
Give something to the greedy thing;
They never quite forget.

The pillar box is quite a friend;
When Father goes away
My Mother has such lots to send,
Far letters every day,
And so I drop them in its mouth
When I go out to play.

poem by Katherine Mansfield
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I'll Be Back

Messages come, and make us suffer
A letter comes, and keeps on asking…
When are you coming?
When are you coming?
Write me when you're coming home
Without you this house is empty

The one's I trust
A form of rose
Has written me this letter
And has asked me
Someone's breaths, Someone's heartbeat
Someone's desires, Someone's smile
Someone's dull mornings, sleepy evenings
Lonely nights, unsaid words
Longing arms
And have asked her
Longing eyes
That...

When are you coming?
When are you coming?
Write me when you're coming home
Without you this house is empty

The ones with love
My best friends
Have wrote and asked me
My village, my people
Old trees, White clouds
Green grass, my soil
My celebrations, my religion
My farms, my land
My parents and
My wife has asked

When are you coming?
When are you coming?
Write me when you're coming home
Without you this country is lonely and empty

Sometimes a motherly river's letter comes by
And brings along
My childhood days, my games in the backyard
My mother's support, being protected
My mother's lullaby, the softness of her hands
The desire in the eyes, the worries in her words
Hard on the outside, Lovely from the inside
Acts my mom
And asks me in each letter

When are you coming?
When are you coming?
Write me when you're coming home
Without you my lap is empty

Hey the passing wind tell me
Will u please do a little favor for me?
Go to my state and salute to my friends
In that state there's a road
Where my wife and kids live
Just tell them that I love them
Just tell them that I love them
Further down that road
Is my old mother
Just touch her feet and
Say my name in her ear

Hey the passing wind
Just to my friends
My wife and kids,
And my old mother
Send them this message
And tell them that…
I will come home
I will come home
The promise I made to…
My soil
To its colorful nature
To my mother lap
To my blossomed flowers
And to someone's heart…
I will fulfill it

I will come back one day
This war will be over one day
I will come back one day
This war will be over one day
I will come back one day
This war will be over one day
I will come back one day
This war will be over one day
I will come back one day
This war will be over one day

poem by Kiara Davar
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A brief letter to the amazing San Diego Zoo

I am a scribbler a far relative to Apes,
And sorry for this unsolicited letter.
I'll be free at weekends most probably
And voluntarily willing to stay in one of your vacant cages
As I want to study the dialects of endangered animals
And their free lifestyle for my research.
That goes to my thesis which I planned to send to my poor deceased Mom's mighty dreamlike University.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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I Was Born Free

They gave me a name with a capital letter
and made my Horoscope?
Registered the Certificate of birth
with their Religion?
In the cradle when I cry
They gave me a Peek-a-Boo Soother
dipped in Glycerine.
I jumped so many times
over the cradle fence.
Remember they enrolled me to a College adjoining a girl's school?
And there I learned about Apollonius
Pythagoras, Euclid's parallel lines
Archimedes, Sir Issac Newton and others too.
When flowery girls play in the grounds
I watch them with my toy telescope a birthday present.
I learned well but failed the Examination?
Recently I realized from a pauper's toothless smile
Nothing we bring here and anything we take away?

To the Greek author Nikos Kazantzakis for his great novel 'Zorba the Greek'.

nimal dunuhinga

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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