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
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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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!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!
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
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)
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When asked how World War III would be fought, Einstein replied that he didn't know. But he knew how World War IV would be fought: With sticks and stones.
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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
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
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
Last edited by mazHur; 11-03-2007 at 11:31 AM.
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When asked how World War III would be fought, Einstein replied that he didn't know. But he knew how World War IV would be fought: With sticks and stones.
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The tiny krill shine
Bioluminescence,
Very important
Creatures so small feed the whales
Never underestimate size...
Film Noir
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
this is a good one !
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
Last edited by mazHur; 11-04-2007 at 10:58 AM. Reason: tanka-cizing
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When asked how World War III would be fought, Einstein replied that he didn't know. But he knew how World War IV would be fought: With sticks and stones.
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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
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.
- John Berryman
stiff straight leather spine,
nice hand worked inlaid covers,
protect the leaves--
rich parchment calligraphy
emblazed, a tome of value…
sleepy little town
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
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
.
...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
every book lover knows
that entrancing, lingering
musk of ancient books--
smell of adventure hidden,
secrets undiscovered...
Superhero
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
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.
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.
- John Berryman
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
Last edited by mazHur; 01-19-2008 at 12:58 AM.
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When asked how World War III would be fought, Einstein replied that he didn't know. But he knew how World War IV would be fought: With sticks and stones.
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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
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When asked how World War III would be fought, Einstein replied that he didn't know. But he knew how World War IV would be fought: With sticks and stones.
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