A sunshine eclipse

A sunshine eclipse

7 November 2018

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A random feather

Reaching out within my hands

Painting skies in bands

 

A chill in winter

Marking cold territories

Mars Hatter to please

 

A sunshine eclipse

Nights longer than the rainbow

Solar son to know

 

Reading of the poem: 

Travelling Light – Tindersticks

A green maiden in snow to dress

A green maiden in snow to dress

15 October 2018

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Cloaked in white like a bride to be

She set out in early delight

Sailing forth on a frosted sea

Her traces a shimmering light

 

Bridal night wove a century

She closed her eyes and lost the sight

Rocking softly on lover’s knee

Felt not of chill the biting might

 

In wane garden of spring flowers

I sang to wintertime’s excess

The ice and the frost my powers

 

A green maiden in snow to dress

Her breath now slighter by the hours

As night on her day would impress

 

Reading of the poem: 

The Rose of Winter – Nox Arcana

 

We escaped at last an end of horror

We escaped at last an end of horror

1 September 2018

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They told us tales of how we would have gone

With our skins to hide and wailing bellies

With our knees quaking and courage foregone

A tale now foretold as our breaths would cease

 

The sun melted into the horizon

Traces of the cold to come submerged us

Jaded darkness overcame the prison

This was the end we would go without fuss

 

The eyes within the cypresses watched on

We walked uphill to places forgotten

The will now forsaken the soul forlorn

A semblance of human its core rotten

 

They gathered us in increasing darkness

The night was the tool of lasting terror

Free will brought all courage we could harness

We escaped at last an end of horror

 

Reading of the poem: 

Ends of the Earth – Lord Huron

 

In golden glory

In golden glory

16 August 2017

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Rake me vice

From purest device

Northern cap

Fingers wrap

Ice cold times will await me

When I wake again

 

Taking turns

In kaleidoscope

I am you

I am eye

Everything that flows

Between glares and glows

 

Hush baby

The gardens are ripe

With your tears

We create

Forests where dragon appears

In golden glory

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Through the veil – Diane Arkenstone

In beating temples

In beating temples

17 April 2017

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Hawk’s eye stirs

Mesmerised iris

Glaring whirs

Into sight

The shadow behind that blurs

Witnesses of light

 

Invoke me

A game to dethrone

Casting stone

In rivers

The thought that blind delivers

From mirrors of old

 

Beat the cold

The breath throbbing drum

In the hum

Tale of two

Passengers that we once knew

In beating temples

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Heart Warriors – Byron Metcalf

 

Préserve mon Aquitaine des complots qu’ils ourdissent / Preserve my Aquitaine from the plots they prepare

Préserve mon Aquitaine des complots qu’ils ourdissent

(Poème écrit sous forme de sonnet occitan en vers Alexandrin. Traduit en sonnet anglais ci-dessous ou ici)

22 décembre 2016

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Retrouve dans les tanières le vieux lion affaibli

Sans passé sans demain source tarie exposer

Reléguer les rivières aux bons soins de l’oubli

Les clés du lendemain dans âme entreposer

 

Vois-le reprendre matière de substance anobli

Ambre et myrrhe sur jasmin un tapis déposer

Elaguer les clairières bois de teinte rétabli

Se frayer un chemin dans nos cœurs reposer

 

Dessine-moi un agneau vaquant libre en demeure

Cloître froideur de domaine où les bons cœurs pourrissent

Remets-moi mon anneau d’avant que je ne meure

 

Les loups recouvrent la plaine de nos corps se nourrissent

Ravive-moi le flambeau tendu à la vaine heure

Préserve mon Aquitaine des complots qu’ils ourdissent

 

Lecture du poème: 

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Ma Liberté – Serge Reggiani

Les Loups sont entrés dans Paris – Serge Reggiani

Le Temps qui reste – Serge Reggiani

 

Preserve my Aquitaine from the plots they prepare

(Translation into a sonnet in English from a French occitan sonnet written in Alexandrin. See original above or here)

22 December 2016

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Find hidden in the dens the old lion weakened

With no past no morrow dried shrunken source expose

Relegating rivers to care of oblivion

The keys of tomorrow within the soul dispose

 

See him resume matter of substance ennobled

Amber and myrrh on jasmine a carpet depose

Prune the trees in clearings wood in hue established

Plowing hard a pathway into our hearts repose

 

Draw me a little lamb running free in the shed

Cloister cold of domain where good hearts are rotting

Relinquish to me ring from before I was dead

 

The wolves cover the plain make our bodies repair

Revive in me the torch stretched to vain time ticking

Preserve my Aquitaine from the plots they prepare

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Comfortably Numb – Roger Waters

Watching TV – Roger Waters

Perfect Sense I & II – Roger Waters

Three Wishes – Roger Waters

The Tide is Turning – Roger Waters

Amused to Death – Roger Waters

Heart given completely yonder story untold

Heart given completely yonder story untold

11 November 2016

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In circles concentric on blue shores that unwind

Green grass for the meadows sun fed light for the trees

The mindset eccentric sees where normal is blind

Black tears for the widows that in the bleak night freeze

 

In the cold of the dark sad women stitch a path

Where lilies grow whiter than snow in the prairies

Where the walk in the park ends in waters of Bath

A pool glowing brighter than wings of the fairies

 

From the waters that split we will see the Gods rise

Lurches from blue oceans swallowing all the lands

Save the throne where I sit entranced by the sunrise

Forgotten all my sins as water seeps into sands

 

The breath that defeats me lies within chests of cold

Heart given completely yonder story untold

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The Ash Grove – Laura Wright