Two of the cruelest, most primitive punishments our town deals out to those who fall from favor are the empty mailbox and the silent telephone.

quote by Hedda Hopper
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A Well-wisher offered me a Bicycle!

Dear Friends,
My tumbledown car
Ran to the junk yard!
And a Well-wisher
Offered me a Bicycle!
I start my journey again
Along the gravel roads.
And I changed my resume.
Please do not laugh
And I have submitted my humble application
For the post of Postman with my bike.
That may go to the History
An old Postman with a Bicycle in America!
And I promise you all to deliver New Year greetings
Without any delay,
If everything goes smoothly!

* To the desolated Lion in my dream that requested a poem.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Pity may represent little more than the impersonal concern which prompts the mailing of a check, but true sympathy is the personal concern which demands the giving of one's soul.

quote by Martin Luther King, Jr.
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Tore Carefully The Edge, Open, Of The Thing

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a New York, perhaps, story

drunken, again, postmaster/
mistress deposits, months,
your long sent gift into the wrong
mailbox downstairs, tenant of
said mailbox on vacation long away

only just arrived from Barcelona
only just got to his mail, found your
gift for me delivered at my surprised,
happily, door only this dull morning
making/waking up the coffee cup
which, too, was flat until the surprise
knocked, arrived, tore carefully the
edge of the thing, which
brought/brings me still surprise,
joy, eyes, scanning in the images/words

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poem by Warren Falcon
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Apart

We've drifted
So much
Apart
That the
Smses
And
Emails
Are
At the
Touches of
Our fingers
But
Writing
Something
To each other
Remains
Miles apart.

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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That Old Ghazal Moon

To hell with the stars and the seasons, I have to go look for the moon
I must verify that it's still in the sky, at least we can still share the moon

Emails with pictures and sexy descriptions of all that I could desire but you
CC your husband, your gardener and girl friends, I'm hardly over the moon

Shopping on Sunday I carried your bags, I helped you with my credit card now while you still owe me you pretend not to know me, hello I'm the man in the moon.

The party on Monday you danced with your husband you danced like you never would part. I hid in the cellar while listing to Ella and Ella was singing Blue Moon.

The Sun Sean all summer but still t'was a bummer and clearly I'm no Glenn Colquhoun. My wife and your husband have emailed from Tunis, let's sit here and howl at the moon

poem by Sean Joyce
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Curses

Curses may belittle the mailing of thoughts
That are derived by the eye of intelligence.

Curses made munching a task by the wrong spider,
A slave-animal hasn’t got too many fleas.

poem by Naveed Akram
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I would really hate to have e-mail. It's bad enough with all the mail I get.

quote by Marian McPartland
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I get up in the morning, do my e-mail, I check my e-mails all day. I'll go online and I'll buy my books at Amazon.com, but I don't want to buy all of them because I want to go to Duttons and I want to buy books from another human being.

quote by Joseph Bologna
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I Wont Be the 'Chief of Relief

Did you get my letter in the mail,
Saying I wont bail out your failure.
Did you get my letter in the mail?
You shoulda got it without fail.

Did you get my letter in the mail,
Saying I wont bail out your failure.
Did you get my letter in the mail?
You shoulda got it without fail.

No I wont be the 'chief of relief'.
For your reach outs when your grieving.
No I wont be the 'chief of relief'.
To be there only when you need me!

No I wont be the 'chief of relief'.
For your reach outs when your grieving.
No I wont be the 'chief of relief'.
To be there only when you need me!

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's another day

It's another day.
Many mails, yet an empty mail box.
Many calls, yet an empty mind.
Facebook is flooded with thoughts,
Yet it missed something.
What should I say?
What the mind searched for
Remained as misty as this morning.
It's another day.

poem by Kingshuk Chakraborty
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Boxing Day!

In Great Britain, the first weekday after Christmas, a legal holiday on which Christmas boxes are given to Postmen, etc.

Oh! This boxspring bed
Provides me strange dreams!
The Queen has sent me a pair of Boxing gloves
And invited me for the feather weight Championship
The letter mentioned that I am a colonial friend.
I practised the whole night
And found the holes
On the boxboard wall
Early in the Morning!

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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EYE's

Vision.com
Lover's
e -mail I D's...

To wrote
E- mail
In heart;

Computer
Moniter...

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Camouflage

Beside the bare and beaten track of travelling flocks and herds
The woodpecker went tapping on, the postman of the birds,
"I've got a letter here," he said, "that no one's understood,
Addressed as follows: 'To the bird that's like a piece of wood.'
"The soldier bird got very cross -- it wasn't meant for her;
The spurwing plover had a try to stab me with a spur:
The jackass laughed, and said the thing was written for a lark.
I think I'll chuck this postman job and take to stripping bark."

Then all the birds for miles around came in to lend a hand;
They perched upon a broken limb as thick as they could stand,
And just as old man eaglehawk prepared to have his say
A portion of the broken limb got up and flew away.

Then, casting grammar to the winds, the postman said, "That's him!
The boobook owl -- he squats himself along a broken limb,
And pokes his beak up like a stick; there's not a bird, I vow,
Can tell you which is boobook owl and which is broken bough.

"And that's the thing he calls his nest -- that jerry-built affair --

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poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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Things could always be worse for instance, you could be ugly and work in the Post Office.

quote by Adrienne E. Gusoff
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When you start thinking about taking pictures, sending an e-mail, receiving an e-mail, speaking into your phone and have it transcript voice into text and then sent as an e-mail, it's mind-boggling.

quote by Steve Largent
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I could go through a lot of my old emails from when I first started doing comics. Back then the lowest age of fans was like 15 or 16 up to people in their 20's and 30's.

quote by Jhonen Vasquez
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Things could always be worse; for instance, you could be ugly and work in the Post Office.

quote by Adrienne E. Gusoff
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Every Time I Kiss You

Every time I kiss you
After a long separation
I feel
I am putting a hurried love letter
In a red mailbox.

Translated by B. Frangieh And C. Brown

Submitted by Noele Aabye

poem by Nizar Qabbani
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Familiarity

He told me
We've known
Each other
For so many
Years…
He feels
So close
To me…

Why don't I
Feel the same
Towards him?
He asked me…

Reflecting on this
Seemingly close
Familiarity…
That makes him
Feel so close
To me…

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poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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