Sanskrit poet's game

[Pendragon]

Contrast

Writing my poems
In the dark of the night
Alone in my study
By the monitor light
Brings visions of writers
Hunched over a Royal
Pounding the keys
Burning midnight oil.
Those keys went click,
Actually stamped the page,
Click, click, click, ding!
Slap the return cage.
I’ve got it easy
Compared to those long gone—
I can cut and paste and
The mouse clicks on…

Pendragon
© 3/20/2007 10:03 AM

[vin1391]

You are not judged

The Earth is a world, Fullf of life
Full of Humans, beasts and birds.
Plants, and trees, flowers and shurbs.
Lakes and rivers, Oceans and seas

Of earth the humans have taken over,
To save, to serve or to rule, to detroy.
Not all are the same normal human
Some are quiet and some are bold,
Some are dreary and some are cold.

The future of the earth is with them.
To save or to destroy is in their hands
It all depends on the minds.
Some may kill or some may save.
The life saving thought is very rare
Some people got it and some people don't:
You don't judge me and you I for sure won't!

vin1391
© 23rd March 2007

Its all science to me.

[Bluemauvey]

Testubes, Bunsen's
Social dissections
The class dis-misses
In many directions
On blazers, the sulphurs
Brass buttons that smoulder
The frog nervy children
All rush to be older
One boy to another
two rocks in the flow
Says, with eyes scarred by goggles
"So what do we know?"
The reply he recieves
In the rush and the throng
Under bellowing Tannoys
That shriek "move along"
Is a whispered admission
His friend turns and he
Shrugs, bewildered, saying
"Its all science to me."

L W Daly
© 23rd March 2007

Mapping this emotional geography

[Pendragon]

Mapping Inner Worlds

Through the labyrinth of the cortical gyri
That twisted maze of grey pulsing tubular walls,
Dodging the firing of the photoreceptors
Serotonin, Dopamine, Norepinephrine—
The Frankenstein lightning that fires the mind.
Over here they control the sea of love,
Here are the peaks of laughter—
The slough of deepest sorrow,
The seething cauldron of our anger;
The volcano of steaming hate.
If the lurking Minotaur does not find us,
If we do not reach the Mountains of Madness,
Wash away in the flash floods of disaster,
Perhaps we may finally compile this duty—
Mapping this emotional geography

Pendragon
© 3/23/07

I never drink—wine...

[vin1391]

Sorry double post.

[vin1391]

The Reason

Dark and smelly, Deep and musty
The wine cellars are seen.
Full of ancient, old wine
Plucked from grapewines
Crushed and smushed..
Too long to make a good wine.

When it's drunk, it makes one blank
And shaky the inexoerienced...
Too little makes one want
Too much makes one faint.
Tis better not to go there..
Tis better not to drink.

I will be sober, I won't faint.
I will not hurt you, nor hit you.
I won't be blurry nor fall down.
All these will happen, If I am not drunk.
That is the reason I never drink—wine...nor let others.

vin1391
© 29th March 2007

On the eveing shores

[Pendragon]

Sailing the Sea of Dreams

Went of for a sail on the ocean of dreams,
Morpheus’ private realm and domain.
Nothing you see there is quite what it seems,
What looks like pleasure could turn out to be pain.
The white ship will sail you to places unknown,
The whimsies of Chance and the Fates.
To realms where your nightmares grow from seeds you have sown
To Kadeth in the Unknown Wastes.
You may sail on this white ship cross the river Lethe,
Pass Chiron on the barge on the river Styx.
The one has the water to make you forget, you see—
Cross the other lies the Netherworld’s motley mix.
But I hope to sail on by to a place fabled in lore:
And in Paradise rest on the evening shores

Pendragon
© 3/31/07

that's just how the wind blows...

[vin1391]

The Rain

Smell of wet earth wafting through
All the musty rooms so cool.
Water sogging all the way through
The Roofs of houses made so crude.

Water coming down the walls
Drizzling, Drizzling over again;
Drops and drops of H2O
Dribbling through the pane again.

Lightning flashing across the skies,
Making thunder all the while.
Distant smoke curling up the sky,
From the trees caught afire.

Windows, doors banging shut,
Loud noises from afar.
Loud and soft, Loud and soft.
Banging noises on and on.

Moaning and groaning as it speeds,
Across the skies and land and seas,
Making certain noises past;
That's just how the wind blows fast.

vin1391
© 1st April 2007

In the computer screen.

[Pendragon]

Substitute for Hell

You marvel at the resolution,
You love how the graphics move.
You don’t like to wait for a single second—
You type that keyboard or click that mouse,
And baby, some better get in grove.
Like your high-speed connection,
The only way to surf cyberspace—
If there is a blink and you’re cut offline—
You would curse the entire human race.
I hear you talking about the amount of RAM,
The speed of your CPU—
And that special high-end graphics card,
Only the best for you…
But in case you haven’t noticed,
Lately life has been more than average mean,
People killing other people,
Wars over things we once that we understood
But now question what they mean—
You have to live in this rotten world
And not in some fantasy—
You cannot spend your entire life
In the computer screen…

Pendragon
© 4/3/07


I've tried so hard to banish the memories of Texas...

[Pendragon]

Cowboy Lament

When you’ve seen men die in seconds,
When you’ve lived by the law of the gun;
When you’ve rode all day in the hot humid air—
Trying to keep the cattle on trail to the slaughter pens.
When you can’t sleep sound at night listening for Redskins,
When a creak in the hall sends your hand for a knife;
When you find yourself high on a hangman’s scaffold—
Waiting for that last drop and snap when you’re hung.
When you wonder if you’re still a fast draw,
When you’ve learned to sit with your back to the wall,
When you’ve won and lost fortunes at poker,
It leaves a bad taste in your mouth…
I really wish I could hang up this old six-gun,
Lay off the whiskey and lay down the cards one last time—
But the breeze blows in off of the prairie—
I've tried so hard to banish the memories of Texas...

Pendragon
© 4/6/07

She put the "boot" in Boot Hill...

[vin1391]

This is my longest one till date..

On The Boot Hill

On and on she went on,
Towards the distant hill.
Winding up and up the path,
Away from the wizard.

The sun shone down.
With a smile and a sigh,
Looking on and on,
Upon the quiet lass with her little dog.

Walking alone, by the brick road
Along with her trusting dog.
Dorothy was her name
And Toto her dog's.

She had gotten lost here
In this magic place.
Amidst a tornado, from her sweet home,
In Kansas to this land.

She killed the Wicked Witch of the east.
With her house using the twister.
The Witch of the West wanted revenge
Against Dorothy for killing her sister.

The Witch of the North, Good Glinda
Advised her to wear the slippers she found.
And never to take them off.
Maybe it was for protection, maybe for plain fun.

She was told to go to the Emerald city.
To see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of oz,
To get his help and go back home,
Back to Kansas.

So she followed the yellow brick road,
To the Emarald city.
On the way she met some friends
Who helped her till the End.

The Scarecrow with no brain,
The Tin-man with no heart,
The Lion who was a coward
Were her good friends.

They had gone to the city
To see the Wizard of Oz.
He was no help, To all of them
So they left downheart.

As fate went on, she went on.
With the help of her friends,
She killed they Wicked Witch of West.
Sister to the one in the east.

Her friends found out,
That they indeed had all things
They wanted above all.
A brain, A heart and Courage.

Now she wanted to go,
Towards her dearest home.
Tired was she of this land,
Though it offered her a lot more.

So now she walked with her dog,
According to the Good witch,
Towards the hill which is now near,
To take herself back home.

The hill was reached and they stood there,
At the very top of it.
Looking all around, memorizing all,
To her dear hearts content.

The air around glittered as she appeared
Glinda the Good Witch of the North;
She told Dorothy to tap her heels together,
And say the magic words.

And so she tapped and said the words,
"There is no place like home" on and on.
And back she was in Kansas, amidst her Family
In the blink of an eye.

Though all made fun of her story,
She and Toto knew it was true.
To go back there so soon was
Not upto Fate.

So to make the Ruby slippers safe,
They went to Boot hill.
There she took of the ruby boots
And she put the "boot" in Boot Hill...

vin1391
© 11th April 2007

Where the sun shines bright.

[Pendragon]

Truth Is Hell, Sometimes

If I told you that everything was coming up roses,
And that Depression caught a plane for Timbuktu—
Would you need to keep an eye on how long my nose is,
To know that I was lying through my teeth to you?
Haunted days and haunted nights without sleeping,
Spend too much time doing nothing but staring at the wall.
Sometimes I wonder what there is about me that’s worth keeping,
Or if I should just drive off into the sunset after all.
I learned long ago that drink doesn’t kill the memories,
And I’m on too dang much medication as it already is.
It’s the long lonely days I guess that are really my enemies.
And how much longer I can hold on is anybody’s guess.
Well, if you’ve a mind too, breathe a prayer for this old boy tonight:
I’ve lived in darkness far too long—somewhere the sun shines bright…

Pendragon
© 4/11/07


at the far end of the trail...

[blp]

Cowboys believe in
endings
like anybody
else

and ends too
pursuant upon
one's dusty strivings
or as something
to pursue

Hell you
do a job
you get
it done
it's over
so it ends

no use

thinking about
time comes
for all of us
when we won't start another

at the far end of the trail...

[blp]

next:

Glad anyway you found some sort of hobby to keep your mind off things

[Pendragon]

Tailor To The Stars

Spinning spider silk into Saville Row suits,
Turning moonbeams on the wheel
Into shimmering canary-colored cloth.
I take hold on the night and I make of it a dress,
Dark but sparkling with diamonds that once were stars.
Flame becomes fabric that flickers with each movement,
As the model comes walking down the galactic runway.
You have never seen a blue like the opera cloak
I drew out from the vastness of the ocean;
Or the soft summer suit that I created from an Autumn sky.
You find this verdant robe enticing? Chlorophyll is the answer,
Drawn from the plants and painstakingly stitched.
I think I like this simple tie-dye tee shirt best of all,
Borrowed the colors from the rainbow over Angel Falls,
Goes perfectly with this simple white suit,
Soft and downy like the clouds...

Pendragon
© 8/6/07