Raj Dronamraju


Raj Dronamraju Poems

1. The Return Of The Magnificent Ninny 12/18/2010
2. Travels With The Anti-Johnny Appleseed 12/28/2015
3. She Made Love To A Train 12/28/2015
4. Solidarity With The Flesh Eating Mosaic 12/28/2015
5. The Fatal Flaws Of The Architect 12/28/2015
6. She Sang At The Post Office 12/28/2015
7. Evening Interruptus 12/28/2015
8. I'll Marry The Nurse 12/28/2015
9. God's Getting Tired 12/28/2015
10. The Sorrows Of The Rehabilitated Liar 12/29/2015
11. Til Death Do Us Part 12/29/2015
12. The Lookalikes 12/29/2015
13. The Business Of Living 12/29/2015
14. Joan Of Ark Killed By Drones 12/30/2015
15. The Controlled Poet's Experience 12/30/2015
16. I Found Jesus 12/30/2015
17. Catherine The Great And Me 12/30/2015
18. The Walking Tour 12/30/2015
19. Expert Swimmer 12/30/2015
20. Outside The Kids Lead Impure Lives 12/30/2015
21. From Intangible To Tangible - Love Becomes Real When We Speak Of It 12/30/2015
22. Heaven Or Legoland 12/30/2015
23. The Naked Symphonies 12/30/2015
24. The Gracious Between 12/30/2015
25. Romance Novel Left On A Bus 12/30/2015
26. The World Is Full Of The Mentally Retarded 12/30/2015
27. Houdini Escaping From An Awkward Situation 12/31/2015
28. Agents Of Deliberate Misery 1/2/2016
29. Michael's Somersault 1/2/2016
30. Cast-Off People 1/2/2016
31. The Tall Mentally Disabled Woman 1/2/2016
32. I Never Slept In America 1/2/2016
33. A Simultaneous Scheherazade 1/2/2016
34. Polite Mortality 1/2/2016
35. The Night Of The Coffinmaker 1/2/2016
36. A Confession Extracted From A Witch 1/2/2016
37. Boy Scout 1/2/2016
38. When Elizabeth Pretended To Sleep 1/2/2016
39. Ronald Reagan Wore Diapers 1/2/2016
40. The People Who Know Death 1/2/2016

Comments about Raj Dronamraju

  • Ranjan Kumar Ghosh Ranjan Kumar Ghosh (9/16/2017 8:32:00 AM)

    very nice and lovely poem

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Best Poem of Raj Dronamraju

It Won't Take Long

She is the queen of the replacements
Her people await further orders in a large open-air building
A former factory - old and gray and damp, it looks like the 1950's

Levels of pleasure barely measure a blip
Nothing works and it is no longer on a list or discussed in conversation
The terminated plan of action awaits a jumpstart from a newly introduced source

When that happens, it won't take long for marching armies of fanciers
Go-go boots, bare midriffs, and concealed contempt
Past denigrators in fields of expulsion

They prop up the nerves
Defend the ...

Read the full of It Won't Take Long

I Don't Even Smile

I shook your hand
I took the loss
Escape was impossible
I took the loss

I went indoors, contorted into an ugly shape by desire
I came back out beaming phoniness
I couldn't find shelter indoors

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