In golden glory
16 August 2017
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:
Through the veil – Diane Arkenstone
In the Promised Land
4 January 2017
Lend me hand
Harken to my rhyme
Pantomime
Quick to grime
Restless gimmicks sleek to mime
Twisted message brand
Love demand
Forbid murky slime
Sink the crime
Split the dime
From the forests mellow clime
The fruits of the hand
Fear disband
Within Sands of Time
Glowing thyme
Hearts that chime
Orchards growing neem and lime
In the promised land
Reading of the poem:
Lady of the Lake – Peter Sterling
The Sands of Time – Peter Sterling
Promised Land – Peter Sterling
Tabula rasa
17 July 2016
Brutal happenings
Dissolution of a life
Identity swept
Right off the gridlines
Not a temporary stance
A move off the dance
Five six seven eight
The exercise continues
Replacement dons shoes
Four three two and one
Count no more for it is done
The clock ticks onward
Irretrievable
The resolutions taken
In past extensions
Pour me a nightcap
Resolutions lack resolve
When ceilings cave in
Oceans covered din
Thunders of a hundred waves
Sealed the leaking tap
Trains and boats sink fast
The fish venture unabashed
Reverse aquarium
Meek summer nights stall
My quaking communication
A guilt to recall
The water the fall
Can you see what I must see
Blinding waterfall
Disconnected straits
Bridges of desolation
Pathways for the dead
They crawl slow around
Inconsolable white light
The sob heaving chest
The city crushes
The will of bleak emptiness
I yearn for forests
Within the jungle
Only one kind of law rules
No constricted schools
Unmanned the learning
When the forests are burning
All animals flee
When all are equal
In problems solutions lie
The friend in rival
Give me the blind eye
Let me treasure ignorance
That seeps as I sigh
Humanity’s pains
Grit my teeth shatter my bones
Survival in clones
Twirl me a new leaf
Grant me renunciation
Turn me the tables
Tabula rasa
When all is said and undone
Back to the square one
Reading of the poem:
μάνος χατζιδάκις – Ερωτική άσκηση για 2
μάνος Χατζιδάκις Σ’ Αγαπώ αλίκη καγιαλόγλου
Manos Xatzidakis – Gioconda’s Smile
Remembering to forget
9 December 2015
Retracing my steps
Between yesterday and now
A vicious circle
Like crazed desert dog
Chasing its tail in frenzy
I re-enact slates
The breath wasted here
The lost moments of freedom
While logs turned ashen
The frozen winters
The frost I loved so deadly
White of Heart’s icings
The sight of roses
All at once chilling and bright
Red drops from my palms
Desperate clutching
Waiting for fire to recede
Red is not colour
There was a garden
Now sunken in memory
Where bluebells stood tall
The winter then walked
Sprinkling in hidden pathways
Demons in daisies
All colours turned stale
Thorns like nails in my bloodstream
Travelling to Heart
From bellies of fire
Tidal waves of bright gold struck
The forests simmered
Surrounded by flames
Screams of pain, hope’s pathways gone
Welcoming scorching
A clearing in lands
Where wild forests slow drifted
In birth of woodlands
I cut through the woods
With new life in core and axe
Only shrubs survived
Says in tunes of Blues
He: You don’t know what love is
I: Perhaps I don’t
Searching hard in soul
I reckoned I’d lost the hues
I rubbed, rewrote slate
Crisp parting with fate
Remembering to forget
Woods and lost voices
Chet Baker – You Don’t Know What Love Is
Chet Baker – Almost blue
Chet Baker – I get along without you very well
Chet Baker – Every Time We Say Goodbye
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