Prayer to the One

Prayer to the One

3 July 2017

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Mind aglow

Weaving through the flow

Land to sow

New rainbow

Heartbeats of anger to slow

Compassion to grow

 

Blow conceit

Bury the deceit

Three to greet

One to treat

The dark powers meet defeat

In the one way street

 

Hate to shun

Days roll into fun

Dread undone

Through the Sun

Remnants of darkness white spun

Prayer to the One

 

Reading of the poem: 

The Angels Voice – Diane Arkenstone

Spiritus Mundi


Spiritus Mundi

4 February 2017

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Defence Line

Second Time Align

This Land Fine

Ever Thine

For the Darkness to Confine

In wells philistine

 

The Light Shine

In Spirit I Dine

Your Sunshine

Daily Wine

Cradle Rock from Earthen Mine

Knowing Self Divine

 

Shadow see

Shake the Willow tree

Sink in Glee

Your Self Be

Desert Storm rocked on the knee

No Center to flee

 

Spiritus Mundi

Hymn my melody

Blue baby

Come to Me

Isis Mother sets you free

Unbecome Ice sea

 

Ravens hue

The nightmares that grew

From Spring Dew

Fly Anew

Hawk the fish will split in two

Purple rays to sue

 

Nourished True

All lies we undo

Flesh of Mew

We feed You

Be forgotten sparrow blue

New Dawn breath renew

 

We see through

Shooting stars in queue

Bumble bee

Ecstasy

Seize the chance Immortal Line

Two in Love to Twine

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Earth Spirit – Carlos Nakai

 

Du retour des refrains en terre ceinte des toujours / On return of chorus to circled always land

Du retour des refrains en terre ceinte des toujours

(Poème écrit sous forme de sonnet occitan traduit en anglais ci-dessous ou ici)

30 août 2016

 

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Le cœur prête de l’entrain au voyage des longs jours

Entre ponts et tunnels variations sur placements

Miser sur route en train de siffler le long cours

Découvertes sentinelles désarment mes parements

 

La bouche s’embourbe pétrin grandiloquents discours

S’inventer ritournelles de l’esprit égarements

Du retour des refrains en terre ceinte des toujours

Promesses sempiternelles diluées en lavements

 

Baptême des eaux vidées des particules de saint

L’enfant dans le miroir érige des cathédrales

Les poissons évidés un repas pour Toussaint

 

Racler fonds de tiroir voies vidées intégrales

Alchimies débridées découvertes en mon sein

Etendard en mouroir métastases théâtrales

 

Lecture du poème: 

J’ai tout oublié – Marc Lavoine & Christine Marocco

 

 

On return of chorus to circled always land

(Translation into English of a poem written in French under Occitan sonnet form. See original above or here)

August 30, 2016

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The heart lends some spirit to travel of long days

From bridges to tunnels investments variations

To bet upon a road whistling along the course

The discovered sentries disarm my ornaments

 

The mouth is mired trouble in grandiloquent speech

Inventing itself tunes of the mind’s wanderings

On return of chorus to circled always land

The endless promises diluted enemas

 

Baptism of waters emptied of saints’ aura

The child in the mirror erects the cathedrals

The cleaned out fish become a meal for Halloween

 

To scrape pits of drawers fully emptied highways

Unbridled alchemy discovered in my breast

Banner of the hospice metastasis theatre

 

Reading of the poem: 

Strange fruit – Billie Holiday

The grass was greener

The grass was greener

20 August 2016

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She looked across the battered fields lying scorched by the heat around her frame in veils. From afar came its glint, shining eerily under the summer sun. So infused with more than just a hint of light she felt she should run towards it for it looked so beautifully green, it was almost lime-like in its iridescent sheen. She imagined the dewdrops painting life-like shadows alongside the blades of grass, twirling with these latter in those meadows a long-forgotten dance. She could almost sense the hum of the grasshoppers, the sound of brass invading her mind with their invitation to prance.

 

An arm brushing past hers tore her thoughts away from that beautiful island and its mighty sway. The field around her was buzzing in glee with grey-faced workers in neat rows of three attempting so desperately to instill some life back into the withered plants going downhill. The water ran from their giant cans dark, muddy and lifeless, not even a spark. She watched them smother rather than water the field as more sand and dirt was all the cans would yield. Here and there some poppies had survived, their wild nature breaking free revived by the view of the skies from the murky lands ties.

 

It was the bluebells that withered the most. Their head hung, their face downcast, they looked like this time they would never last. The secular trees of themselves a ghost looked over the horizons, a sight only they could boast and realised that perhaps this was the last year they would play host to the hundreds of bluebirds that on their branches found outpost to watch the first sunrise. Suddenly a ray split the skies and onward came rains of the most frightful might. To the field workers they were though the most beautiful sight as they gathered out of ranks not bothering how offering to the rain their weather-beaten brow as it washed away the mud. The oldest of trees came down with a thud and as the land under it drank the rain a damp and soon mossy stance took over its grounds again and again and again.

 

She looked across the reddened field to the brink of where her sight would yield. She looked back to the moss growing on that new land. Its glint was known to her not a new brand. Both far and near she could see it so clear.

 

The grass was greener.

 

Reading of the short story: 

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Green…The Colour of Evolution – Yakuro

 

Angel Tears

Angel Tears

30 July 2016

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Falling rain

Covers my meadows

Black prairies

Grass withers

Scorching sunlight seeps within

Land of the fairies

 

The woods speak

Their voices wooden

Like ship mast

Now downcast

We carry our crew like rock

Flags of soul breach seas

 

Feeble mock

Their hearts set in stone

Marble walls

Angels’ Tears

Within the dark veins strewn thin

In loss of the Love

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Troth – Thomas Feiner

Breaking beautiful

Breaking beautiful

22 July 2016

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Plenty lack

Land of abundance

Growling call

Heads that fall

Watching the morrows rewind

Into lost stardom

 

Pacing free

Tangled black spiders

In webs three

Upon knee

I beseech the spinning wheels

Harrowing the reels

 

Eggshells crack

Breaking beautiful

Layers ooze

Ozone’s scar

We retrieve what we now are

Beyond the faces

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Beautiful Ones – Poets of the Fall

 

Miracles in the palm of my hand

Miracles in the palm of my hand

23 November 2015

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As seconds’ drifting Time within sand

Seeping through the gaps in the places within my clutch

 

Shapes shifting through morrows now disband

Invasion now quietened, subdued the old seasoned Dutch

 

Wars in memories’ echo waged

Intentions thrust upon the space of strife now mental

 

The boiling point steams creation raged

Recipes for metamorphosis elemental

 

The sword rests upon dark woodened land

In words the pillar, the power, the firm rock thus such

 

I lean upon you make no demand

The nearness enhances sweetness you would say as much

 

Miracles in the palm of my hand

Awaiting the injured for vibrations’ healing touch

 

 

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