My sins are washed clean 4 June 2023
Hear now hark My voice brings lustre To gateways Within Earth Igniting throughout the dark My body a spark Surrender I am stark Angel Avenger Rebel son To the bright seat contender Holy pretender I may lean Both sides admit me I foster Renegades My wings are repelling blades My sins are washed clean Reading of the poem:
Dimash - SOS | 2021
Symbol of demise 8 September 2021
Ire burnt in hearts while the Scots paved a free road Return to glory The lights flashed on her Like a mural painted white she emerged from night The wizards combined potions for resurrection counting dead eyes’ beat Midnight’s toll rang still heavy doors creaked sullenly lanterns hissed their glare Glint in pupils lost bedtime struck at eventide dark everlasting November skies bled a flag flying at half mast symbol of demise Reading of the poem:
ILLENIUM - Nightlight (Official Music Video)
Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly haiku challenge using the words “line”, “toe” or their synonyms. More on the rules and other poets’ contribution here Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 374 LIGHTS and Night. | ronovanwrites
The light spilling fast 24 March 2021
Cavernous shadows sight my eyes I follow dark inside A dialog between us overcomes cobwebs Thought expressed ringing through my head the message sits clumsy an attempt to understand meanings of half light Piercing ray resounding echo burning through retina the stratosphere now reckons the light spilling fast Reading of the poem:
Stive Morgan - Melancholy
Humans united
2 October 2020
Clad in iron frame
weary from the highs and lows
the traveler weeps
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The separation
sum of all our misgivings
undulating pains
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Look into my eyes
see the rivers of my soul
piercing into black
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Unchained, flying free
a bluebird sings in my mind
melodies that haunt
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From dead plains they rise
the songs of togetherness
echo of the Love
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We come together
Breath of you through Heart of me
Humans united
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Reading of the poem:
HUMAN’s Musics – A film by Yann Arthus-Bertrand / Composed by Armand Amar
Bitcoins to go
22 July 2020
There was no explanation for what had just happened. He seemed to think that everything was her fault and she thought that he did not seem to have outgrown the childish level where everything was always the fault of someone else than himself. She decided that this time she had had it with the accusations and all the heartache that he had been giving her over the past few weeks. It had first started when something went awry in the business and he had resorted to her for help but she could not and he had then blamed her for being so incapable of helping him while he was in dire need. It was not that she had not tried and try she had repeatedly with shady figures that she would have normally never dealt with, but it was simply that the outcome had been negative. He had of course only looked at the negative outcome and ignored all her efforts to reach that result.
Every time the accusation had been either that she did not love him enough to try harder or that she did not trust him enough despite all the love he had showered on her. When she thought back to it, however, she realized that it all seemed like a puzzle painstakingly pieced together to create the illusion of reality with ready-made items of the puzzle springing from his past. The more she thought about it the more she realized that it had never quite felt like real love although the declaration of it had been overly intense. At first she had been puzzled and her natural instinct had been wariness, especially with what her sister had to say about it, but in time the sheer quantity of love messages had gotten to her and as she had a soft heart, she had let herself be persuaded that it was indeed an intense budding love.
The last time he had resorted to her for help it was for something that could have put her livelihood at risk but at first she had jumped up to help without paying attention to the request despite all the news she had heard and her work training. A few minutes later though, the doubt on whether what he was asking of her was legit started gnawing at her mind which had buzzed alit from the previous training. When she went to the bank, sure enough, they confirmed to her that what was proposed was illegal and that she could get into big trouble for it. As a result of her discussion with the bank, they had closed her account and she was left without a bank account and without time to open a new one in time for her salary to be paid to her.
With hindsight she realized that this was the least of her worries as she could have gotten into much worse trouble had she not reached out to her bank. Indeed, she would have been suspected by their compliance of being a money mule and potentially charged with money laundering. What had she been thinking when she had given him her bank details, especially after he had asked her to transform the money received from his contact into bitcoins and send it across to his bitcoin account! There was no justification for her foolishness and to add insult to injury, he was now angry with her that she had gone to the bank to check in the first place whether such a thing could be done. Their last exchanges were cold and bitter and she thought to herself that the next time she would be wary of anyone who professed so quickly to be intensely in love. You live and learn she thought. What an experience!
Dalida & Alain Delon – Paroles, paroles (1973)
The lotus balanced
7 July 2020
Without a ripple
the lotus stood on water
white on sombre green
A frog jumped forward
Lines formed on the water’s face
before they dwindled
The lotus balanced
the leaves curled around the stem
the furrows faded
Written in the context of Ronovan Writes weekly Haiku Challenge using the words dwindle and ripple. Rules and other contributions available here https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/07/06/weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-dwindle-ripple/
Reading of the poem:
Khalil Gibran: Farewell
Eyes seeing unseen
27 June 2020
Whirring soft
the wheels in motion
gather moss
as they roll
They pick up speed, lose control
from the momentum
Target lost
Blind aim untoward
they gather
second stones
ready now to break the bones
intention resolved
The victim
hair flowing downward
pining teen
chained to Earth
all but chest above the floor
eyes seeing unseen
In some Muslim countries, the women guilty of adultery or even of having an affair without being married are buried in the ground and stoned with the obvious result being death in most cases. Sickeningly in some countries even the victims of rape may sometimes be sentenced in the same way as adulterers or women having an affair. This poem is written to raise awareness of the conditions under which even a young teenager who would have been free to love in other countries may incur the death penalty and be stoned to death for the “crime” of being caught with her lover in isolation. I chose to accompany this poem with a beautiful video showing elements from the cosmos to emphasize the gulf that separates some people from the vastness of the cosmos.
Reading of the poem:
Lisa Gerrard – Space Weaver
Opposites melding
14 June 2020
Humming sounds
they speak of vessels
Thinning air
Lights alit
The will of mind to submit
to the loving waves
The outreach
The hand of the One
It relays
the blessing
The only thing now missing
reconciling odds
Princely speech
A new beginning
Bridges reach
beyond sight
Dark corners receive the light
Opposites melding
Reading of the poem:
Sunset – Abel Korzeniowski
When the light dies out
7 June 2020
Light is love
Darkness breeds the hate
We translate
Emotions
Anger is a reckoning
Of the love waning
Northern star
Life is within you
Embracing
Nothingness
I feel it your soft caress
Piercing through the veil
Hold me close
Within your bosom
Love to flout
All about
The darkness tends to blossom
When the light dies out
Reading of the poem:
Quinn – I will believe
Desolation’s land
26 May 2020
It rises
From deep within me
Molten fire
Lava’s ash
Through mind’s eye I see them crash
The colossal waves
Tsunami
Riding through the coast
In my mind
I see it
More than it was meant to be
Upon the first look
Bodies strewn
Particles of dust
The engines
Steel and rust
The only witness that stood
Desolation’s land
Reading of the poem:
Dido – Hurricanes (Official Lyric Video)