Sheets of rain pouring
Town washed out of
gear no ridePaper-boats sailing
Friday, March 14, 2014
Thursday, March 13, 2014
Realm of a poem
Realm of a poem
A poem is born through poets, not from them;
Emotions nursed in propriety, in the worlds
Now lie in the hearse of words;
Totally cut without possession…ugh…c’est complètement parti mes amis!
C’est fini, alors c’est fini,
This mayhem!
The poet drops the pride and the vow,
Joins as a reader in the ugly pretty fight!
Whatever be the choice we have nothing to lose,
Threw up everything on the page toute à l’heure in delight!
Let’s love the poets, who think otherwise,
For they, like us are also right,
We transgress as readers, wise, unwise,
Without prosecuting visitors;
For us – as part of them,
There aren’t any trespassers,
In the realm of a poem!
A poem is born through poets, not from them;
Emotions nursed in propriety, in the worlds
Now lie in the hearse of words;
Totally cut without possession…ugh…c’est complètement parti mes amis!
C’est fini, alors c’est fini,
This mayhem!
Readers take over now,
Criticize; analyze,
love, slaughter left and right,The poet drops the pride and the vow,
Joins as a reader in the ugly pretty fight!
Wrong is heavy and loose
Let’s delve in the
write so high and light,Whatever be the choice we have nothing to lose,
Threw up everything on the page toute à l’heure in delight!
Let’s love the poets, who think otherwise,
For they, like us are also right,
We transgress as readers, wise, unwise,
Without prosecuting visitors;
For us – as part of them,
There aren’t any trespassers,
In the realm of a poem!
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Monday, March 10, 2014
An invitation
An invitation
Look into the palm.
On the near rooftop,
Hard as rock soft as arouse crop,
Wheels not needed for willing wings,
Climb aboard to fly and smile!
Readers so dear the paw marries,
No intent, no motive, no hidden malice,
Stable unfailing the hand to wed,
No fears or fights no dodge or trade!
Nests inside seldom fake or lie,
With light and air and water abound,
Mount a little above the ground!
Readers to breed an open delight,
No caprice, no margins, no stunning fright,
Strong as rock and tender as erect crop,
It goes so smooth, it stays and sings!
Look into the palm.
On the near rooftop,
Hard as rock soft as arouse crop,
Wheels not needed for willing wings,
Climb aboard to fly and smile!
Readers so dear the paw marries,
No intent, no motive, no hidden malice,
Stable unfailing the hand to wed,
No fears or fights no dodge or trade!
Look into the palm.
Steady to the clear sky,Nests inside seldom fake or lie,
With light and air and water abound,
Mount a little above the ground!
Readers to breed an open delight,
No caprice, no margins, no stunning fright,
Strong as rock and tender as erect crop,
It goes so smooth, it stays and sings!
In act one
In act one
Brush, brush, brush
A rush of colours on the paper sky,
Soft, violent; all in, upon them
Brushing words inside out;
O what a shame!
Brushing organs in broad daylight,
Tune of emotions foaming out,
Everyone oversees overlooks,
Threads of buttons going back
In act one
As cottons;
Candy flosses flying in front of the eyes,
It is all so loose, clear like an open chest,
Brushes now deep, indeed inside,
White paper grins and plaints!
Its colours lost without remorse,
Threads continue to rewind as cottons,
With order, disorder; on the paper sky,
Brush, brush, brush
Brush, brush, brush
A rush of colours on the paper sky,
Soft, violent; all in, upon them
Brushing words inside out;
O what a shame!
Brushing organs in broad daylight,
Tune of emotions foaming out,
Everyone oversees overlooks,
Threads of buttons going back
In act one
As cottons;
Candy flosses flying in front of the eyes,
It is all so loose, clear like an open chest,
Brushes now deep, indeed inside,
White paper grins and plaints!
Its colours lost without remorse,
Threads continue to rewind as cottons,
With order, disorder; on the paper sky,
Brush, brush, brush
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