Peach in him
5 December 2019
Wasted time
A circus that wound
Colours blind
To the Grey
A path leads under waters
Thundering in skies
Hark to tell
What ears comprehend
Through the well
Of light streams
Stories uninterrupted
In the mind that flies
The lips spell
Tonalities fused
Peach in him
Orange hue
Cobblers mend uneven shoe
One a pair of none
Memories – Maroon 5
Master to pleasure
5 May 2019
Shadowed skies
Glow in sunlit moon
The closed palms
Open soon
Twist and turn to hidden rune
Heaving written lies
Silent start
Journey in the wake
Slave in part
Teacher’s art
Ice he laid upon my heart
Never to depart
Steep the cost
A pound no measure
In the frost
Words were lost
Riddles once all my treasure
Master to pleasure
Reading of the poem:
North – Hammock
Delilah
(Ode to an unrepentant bitch. A nonsensical journey in seven veils taken over 7 days. A jab in the rib for those who can see themselves here. Did I say jab in the rib?)
23-30 September 2016
And when she danced with seven veils
The scales and gills she then revealed
Delilah
I turned around to Sam’s son
And told him that he’d better run
Delilah
You know my darling my poor hun
Delilah’s after your little bun
Delilah
But poor Sam’s son could hardly speak
His knees were quaking really weak
Delilah
She pounced upon him in a streak
A morsel tender and oh so meek
Delilah
She chewed well chewed then chewed and chewed
Her face all gory red and lewd
Delilah
Oh no no
Delilah
She’d make your white hairs grow
Delilah
Oh no no
Delilah
She’s rotten to the core
Delilah
And that my friends was the way
That little Sam’s son went astray
Delilah
She was an ogre she could eat
Those little morsels nice and sweet
Delilah
They said seize that enchantress
We’ll lock her in a fortress
Delilah
She showed them of what she was made
The gills and fin of mermaid
Delilah
They said this is some witchery
We’ll execute her with most glee
Delilah
They took her to the tower’s edge
They would now push her over ledge
Delilah
Oh no no
Delilah
She’s on a trial’s show
Delilah
Oh no no
Delilah
Her poor frame they’d throw
Delilah
They said if witch you will bounce
Or all your dark spells now renounce
Delilah
She said maybe I’m a bum
But ain’t for sure some bubble gum
Delilah
They called her little twat and whore
They locked her in forever more
Delilah
In ivory tower she did die
As the years went passing by
Delilah
They nailed her coffin oh so fast
Put her in the ground at last
Delilah
She pleaded bit and scratched and cried
Her face just withered as she lied
Delilah
Oh no no
Delilah
She’s now lost her glow
Delilah
Oh no no
Delilah
Yet her hair’ll still grow
Delilah
And when the gravedigger came
To pluck her jewels with no shame
Delilah
She said sweet meat you will be
The last meal of my journey
Delilah
She chewed yes chewed Oh chewed and chewed
And morsels to her teeth were glued
Delilah
Her real face showed it was so crude
Her character so flawed and rude
Delilah
And with her last meal it had come
The mark of her lost kingdom
Delilah
She flew out haunting all the west
She brought more havoc and unrest
Delilah
Oh no no
Delilah
She’s caught on though slow
Delilah
Oh no no
Delilah
You’re her food to sow
Delilah
Singing of the mock poem (no hatemails required, thank you):
Karahunj (The Prelude) – Armen Miran & Hraach
Aldebaran – Armen Miran & Hraach
Inevitable Ending – Armen Miran & Hraach
In the Earth’s stillness
2-3 May 2015
The seagulls mewed on
Melancholy in their voice
Mere semblance of choice
Bodies may misrepresent
Inner choice of mind and soul
Tides renewed highs, lows
Ever returning to source
Where deep meets shallow
Inward, outward, light and dark
Weak, strong; one coin two faces
Sand seeped through my toes
Neverlasting steadiness
Of fading times’ strength
Wills willed hard, souls clung, boughs broke
Earth shivered out of motion
In the Earth’s stillness
Sand hovered and waters flowed
Winding winds rose high
Carefree thoughts wound down my mind
As summer’s whispers blew strong
I am
3 March 2015
I am no token in your dreams
Towards a bridled emancipation
I live a life full and in my streams
There is no governing consideration
I am no lollipop-doll batting eyelids
To the tune of some Pied piper
The path I walk on rolls and skids
I am of the cast fruit the riper
I am the girl who one winter night
Walking through the dark alley
Met those who knew not left from right
And guided her bones to the gulley
I am her soul that slept no more
Trapped in a dark inhuman space
Where cold pervaded her to the core
As heart lurched towards her battered face
I am midsummer wars’ brittle whore
Who one day spread her legs like a fence
Ridding herself of the monster she bore
And brought forth the birth of indifference
I am the child she let out with no pain
Among many a bewildered yet sullen face
For whom there was nothing to gain
In rekindling a lost sense of solace
I am the splintered boy on the beach
Surrounded by what once used to be a home
Whose broken hands a toy would never reach
As his homeless soul would now ever roam
I am the witness of a war born of folly’s pretext
On the primal right to protection of space
A land to house years’ unhappiness next
Acquired through a knitted political lace
I am the grey and forlorn widow
Whose tight sealed lips mourn no more
A husband gone from mind like a blow
Leaving only body and heart sore
I am born from wedlock of no nation
No borders will beckon to my mind
My only name’s calls are in alienation
Where infinite beholds infinite behind
I am a withered yet full green leaf
That looks upon a hurtling tree
That once was like to coral a reef
I am all that once danced free
I am the moon when it meets the sun
And kisses it with ice clad passion
I am the sun for which moon comes undone
As ice melts down with compassion
I am the many and the one
I am tomorrow’s anger and today’s quiet
I am listless loss for there is semblance of none
I am today’s wrath and tomorrow’s riot
I am a taut belly’s writhing hunger
I am through with what’s not right
I am tomorrow’s path lying yonder
I am of the broken weak the might
I am
