In between two worlds

In between two worlds

18 October 2016

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Ghostly hand

Meets my knee’s hollow

Breathing slow

Pulling back

Memories of scent to stack

Jasmine and amber

 

The clamber

Vertiginous scale

Edge of sight

Born twilight

The shimmering radiant light

Engulfing me frail

 

Swishing tail

Breath of volcanoes

My liquid

Burning toes

The calming down of the woes

Cool in composure

 

Exposure

My chest a wasteland

Red dragons

Birth anew

We tamers gather in few

Riding over sand

 

Pungent feel

Your head now will reel

Chilly flakes

In the sweet

The lips pursing as they meet

Dots so explosive

 

To forgive

Connecting the dots

Molten thoughts

Lava stream

Scorching my back in a dream

In between two worlds

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Free – Stevie Wonder

7 Seconds – Youssou N’dour feat. Neneh Cherry

Crazy – Seal

Sing to me

Sing to me

17 October 2016

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Sing to me

Of the night’s prayers

Of dull eyes

Shining bright

When the seeker finds the Light

Within depths of Dark

 

Sing to me

Of lonely bosoms

That live twined

In the Love

Under the wings of the Dove

Within desert storms

 

Sing to me

Of rivers of gold

That shimmer

In the cold

A promise of warmth untold

Of ways of the old

 

Sing to me

Of heavenly blooms

That grow slow

With dewdrops

Melting ice from mountain tops

In heathen places

 

Sing to me

Of a bright new dawn

Meeting eyes

As I yawn

Sun kissed horizons meet light

After dark of night

 

Sing to me

I will then sing back

Piper’s tunes

New moon runes

Waking into new glory

Founding the story

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Dante’s Prayer – Loreena McKennitt

Night Ride Across the Caucasus – Loreena Mc Kennitt

The Mystic Dream – Loreena Mc Kennitt

Unchain me

Unchain me

17 October 2016

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Hologram

Of my mind’s content

Glossy starch

On collar

Spirit cycle underwent

Remnants of dollar

 

Piece the meal

The banquet is served

The lurid

The blind herd

Each one gets what is deserved

In alleys of white

 

Give up fight

The papers are creased

Forever

Etched in quill

The weak minds not sitting still

The bosoms diseased

 

Derail me

Trains reset on tracks

Cutting ice

Like water

The magicians oft falter

When throwing the dice

 

Restrain me

Packets of the wave

Surge uphill

As I strive

By the call of banshee shrill

Leading through my Tribe

 

Contain me

I seep through the cracks

Eyesight lacks

The foresight

We bend where you will see might

Bringers of the Light

 

Unchain me

Imagination

Freed me fore

Molten core

The frame wedding the intent

Messengers we sent

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The Old Ways – Loreena Mc Kennitt

 

Sim City 1: Through the Looking Glass

Sim City 1: Through the Looking Glass

13 October 2016

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She led by example. When she told her followers something had to be straight to the point, she was cutting to the point of being hurtful. It was her nature of course or rather, he thought to himself in a chuckle, her nature as he had programmed it. He was not sure it was the right thing to do though…

 

He sighed and rubbed the stub on his chin. He was getting tired of the same final events but he had unfortunately not been able to solve the loop. Every time, the same thing would happen over and over again. No matter what he changed slightly in the code before the chain of events, it still happened. He had attempted modifications to her too but those had been disastrous. She somehow seemed to identify the change in her which ruined everything else as she then no longer behaved according to her programming code.

 

Every time she became totally unpredictable and he could no longer direct the city as he wished it to evolve. He could not find the origin of the nasty bug that seemed to be causing the problem. Had someone tampered with this part of his Universe? It could not be… Yet all the other planets were behaving according to the program as with the rest of this one but just this small city was not conforming to its coding.

 

He wondered if perhaps he should remove her character altogether but then that would take too many changes in the code as he had initially really liked her and had woven her all over into the city’s matrix. She was present in every corner of the city through what she had done there in the past or what she would be doing there in the future. There was no escaping her, it was almost as if he had created someone in his own image, impregnating the city with the essence of what she wished to accomplish like he had done it for himself with the coding.

 

He wondered if she acquired every time something new over and above his coding that allowed her to become unpredictable but that was impossible. She was a series of impulses put together through an intricate coding which then translated into the body he watched through the giant screen. He looked at her again as she slept, oblivious of his presence. He inserted the dream program into the mainframe and watched as she stirred blissfully, slowly evolving into the dream world he had plunged her into. He then inserted the nightmare program as he had been doing for days now and his body tensed waiting for that impossible glitch in his system.

 

Her body stirred again and stiffened. As the first characters of the nightmare emerged from the dark, he watched her observe them with curiosity and once again he witnessed her somehow transform them into the characters of the dream before. Her body twirled around the transformed characters before she looked straight in front of her. Her eyes did not seem to be looking at the dream world around her but rather beyond. He drew back startled. For one moment, he had thought she was looking straight at him.

 

Impossible, he thought, shaking off that chill that had come over him when she had looked at him. It was almost as if she had been there right next to him touching the small of his back. He rubbed his chin again. He was tired. He needed some sleep and a good shave. He turned off the giant screen and slowly left the room.

 

The giant screen emitted a strange sizzling sound and ignited again. Her face filled the screen…

 

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Beyond Infinity – Robert Craig Coxon

Shoot straight to the Heart

Shoot straight to the Heart

12 October 2016

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Encounter

With a bleak moment

Silence told

In torment

The inkling a suppressed fire

Weakness in desire

 

They gather

My deltas that flow

Into rows

Of channels

Stage falling off in panels

The play covered farce

 

The bullets

Tiny rivulets

Riddled scars

Point to Mars

Like arrow aiming at chest

Shoot straight to the Heart

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Assassin’s Tango – John Powell

Whisper to the stars

Whisper to the stars

11-12 October 2016

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The daybreak

Follows lengthy night

Wanderers

Scurry fast

Through winding alleys backstreets

Hidden dark retreats

 

Within lairs

They compose in wells

Ancient spells

The tongue tells

The belly full grows and swells

Dark composition

 

Transition

Cycle of ages

The sages

Welcome change

The fools depths of Earth derange

My kingdom will come

 

Tired humdrum

Lusterless tragic

Poor magic

Stains my name

The wild children mine to tame

Chains of wicker break

 

Souls to wake

The lids silent monk

Bosom shake

Like Tree trunk

Leaves of yesteryear to rake

Dim path to the Lake

 

The Heart spake

Tongue of stone mountains

Concealing

Galleries

Revel in what’s revealing

Whisper to the stars

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Gravity of Love – Enigma

Sitting on the Moon – Enigma

Silence must be heard – Enigma

Return to Innocence – Enigma

Temple of Love – Enigma

Prism of Life – Enigma

Goodbye Milky Way – Enigma

Seven Moons

Seven Moons

10 October 2016

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Space Time squared

Into open palms

The preacher

Begs for alms

Charity mission driven

Otherworldly gains

 

The remains

Food for the bereft

The basket

Rotten core

Steeped in sin forever more

A splurge in purple

 

Cardinal

My weakest point West

Where dragons

Find unrest

Gold long forgotten treasure

No breath to measure

 

Paper planes

Take me to lost forts

Where weak minds

Cast retorts

Like bottles cast into sea

Waves of shortened length

 

We cross seas

Wavering in winds

Scraping tides

Rocky rides

Destination fleeting point

Shimmering instance

 

Keep distance

We measure in Pi

Seven Moons

Chanting Runes

Twirling around our playground

Bright merry-go-round

 

Reading of the poem: 

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El Aire en mis manos – Carlos Libedinsky

Otra Luna – Carlos Libedinsky

Cuenco – Carlos Libedinsky

Feed me the Music

Feed me the Music

8 October 2016

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Blood awash

From age of deceit

Travel clothes

Pleated neat

I walk naked in parlours

That the Truth harbours

 

End of lies

Raven to me flies

Beak tender

Wings of old

They shelter me from the cold

Of ice of despair

 

See my brow

No longer hangs now

Infinite

Waves of hope

Surging through the upward slope

Bubbling into moon

 

Crescents swoon

Overwhelming surge

Gnawing urge

Daylight purge

Silver and gold they emerge

Betrothed in the skies

 

Now we feast

All eyes on the East

Bread in yeast

Hides the Beast

Bring me the rings of knighthood

Three bowls made of wood

 

Calm hunger

Feed me the Music

Rushing through

Veins intact

Pulsing centuries impact

Hurtling through ages

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Sins of Salome – Angels of Venice

Nothing else Matters – Angels of Venice

Queen of the Sun – Angels of Venice

 

Les intentions palustres posent un tréteau si las / The marshland intentions lay a tired trestle

Les intentions palustres posent un tréteau si las

(Poème écrit sous forme de sonnet Italien, Petrarch, en Alexandrin traduit en anglais ci-bas ou ici)

6-7 octobre 2016

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L’entends-tu qui virevolte le temps de nos amours

La danse des cerises moites en tiédeur des étés

Les reflets qui miroitent dans tes yeux hébétés

Le silence de révolte points de croix en ajours

 

Le dédain qu’on récolte au royaume des atours

Où les yeux ne convoitent qu’apparence apprêtée

Champ de vision étroite fleur de chair appétée

Médisance désinvolte le déclin des toujours

 

Me verras-tu venir en un temps composé

Des océans illustres de blancheur des lilas

Verra-t-on avenir à nos pieds déposé

 

Les amarrages lacustres pour enseigne qui lit là

Clair de lune revenir dans un corps reposé

Les intentions palustres posent un tréteau si las

 

Lecture du poème: 

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Cyclo – Zazie

 

 

The marshland intentions lay a tired trestle

(translation of an Italian sonnet written in Alexandrin form in French. See original above or here)

6-7 October 2016

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Do you hear it twirling the old time of our love

Dance of sweaty cherries in the lukewarm summers

Reflections that sparkle in your eyes that were dazed

The revolt of silence cross points in openings

 

The disdain we harvest in kingdom of attires

Where the eyes but covet appearance that is primed

Narrow field of vision desired flower of flesh

The casual slander declining forever

 

Will you see me arrive within a composed time

Of illustrious oceans of whiteness of lilacs

Will there be a future at our feet to settle

 

The moorings of the lake for a sign that reads here

The return of moonlight in a rested body

The marshland intentions lay a tired trestle

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Don’t Leave Home – Dido

Into my nine realms

Into my nine realms

5-7 October 2016

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Unravel

Depths of the token

Call of wild

Nature’s child

The twelve move into thirteen

The heart in chest keen

 

Pyramid

Three points of suture

The secret

Lost future

The galactic happenings

Renewed in endings

 

Golden horn

Blowing over winds

Peace treaty

Broken fast

The days counted to the last

Smothering waters

 

Heart falters

Summoning the dread

We were fed

Dose of lead

Counting drops of salvation

Retreat in nation

 

Madman hangs

To moon’s crescent flags

The will drags

Writhing rags

Semblances of our being

The Heart unseeing

 

Eternal

Journey of the suns

Water tilts

Into skies

My golden wings as she flies

Into my nine realms

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Burana – Irfan

The Golden Horn – Irfan

The Eternal Return – Irfan