Your breath offends me,
the way you draw it in and
out oppressively.
Go, stop your ceaseless clamour
for life, end it for our sakes.
Sadness
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Your breath offends me,
the way you draw it in and
out oppressively.
Go, stop your ceaseless clamour
for life, end it for our sakes.
Sadness
Ah! I see you have down that you live at the edge of the Arabian Sea. You would not know then of Native American Raindancers. The Raindance is a ceremony preformed by a Shaman or other tribal leaders or special dancers intended to appease the Rain God and send rain to grow crops. I am pleased that you knew I didnot intend the insult tanka to be pointed at you, just a silly poem in Cockney!Quote:
Originally Posted by mazHur
Raindancer
The dancer's feathers
Brush moistureless barren soil
Voice chanting prayers
Head and eyes looking skyward
Send us water, Grandfather!
Dear Pen
thanks for apprising me of the background of Raindance ---American style.We also have rituals to summon rain in times of drought in Indo-Pak subcontinent
and the world literally meant what you said. However, I know there is some esoteric background to it as well.,,,wherein old people try to relish the memories of their youth by merry making. Anyway,,,,,,
Since this activity is fun neither I nor you or any one else here has reason to get offended at such 'friendly fires' ( I mean the so-called insults or 'flirts !!!lol)
Sadness was the last word, left by Fifth.
Sorrow fills the eyes,
Tears travel along creases,
Drop like rain off chin.
Broken spirit reaches out--
Beyond veil of falling tears...
Live Oak
towering
into the sky
shading the naked earth
the phantom with all its glory
lives on
krill
sorry, I mistook it for cinquin
here again,,,,,,
like a towering giant,
like a Big Foot trampling earth;
a cloud in the sky;
a many legged hydra ;
a phantom screws on
The tiny krill shine
Bioluminescence,
Very important
Creatures so small feed the whales
Never underestimate size...
Film Noir
this is a good one !Quote:
Originally Posted by Pendragon
film noir
une tableau noir
let the whole world be black
but don't let 'film noir' wrap up
your heart
here again......
brightened by sunlight
is the visage of this earth
everything bustles
with the joy of life and love
keep darkness of night away
le poisson
I could be wrong, but that means "the fish" right? (learned by a quick google search)
Anyhow, I'll write my poem as if it did mean fish; if in case it doesn't I apologize.
Silver flop fashions
ripples to blend the heated
glare, cool blue infused
with rapid tale-flip motion;
spirals tease the looming sun.
the contours of a book
stiff straight leather spine,
nice hand worked inlaid covers,
protect the leaves--
rich parchment calligraphy
emblazed, a tome of value…
sleepy little town
peaceful hours of sleep
in this haven with neon
lights growing brighter
as the night crouches low, and
fills the dusty roads, and me.
The smell of dusty old books
every book lover knows
that entrancing, lingering
musk of ancient books--
smell of adventure hidden,
secrets undiscovered...
Superhero
damnit, this has fallen low enough. sorry Pen!
Red cape flaps agape,
his silver luster eyes stare
from perched horizons;
scanning evil networks, smog
tackling sky and scorched remains.
that homeless guy hearing voices on the corner.
this whole world is mine
yet I stand on the corner
of the street and hear
voices dinning into my
ears: there is no room for you!
casualty
blood drips from her eyes
while she clutches the baby
life passes before her--
shrieking wails under bosom
open pale lids to see...dirt
aches
the bones of my heart
crackle under time's brute load,
its joints are worn out
it stands on the corner of
the Love Street just sighing
contradiction