Sad sighs in between

Sad sighs in between

October 1, 2018

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From your bosom’s share

You gave me a piece of sun

Dazzling in bright frame

 

In free gift of self

Willingly you gave me light

Through dark winter night

 

Nights and days relayed

Sensations everlasting

Heart at the center

 

Head preoccupied

Thoughts roaming free now unwind

Windmills in the mind

 

From my toil and care

I gave you a piece of moon

Reflected in eyes

 

In poet’s retort

Unknowingly I gave spleen

Sad sighs in between

 

Reading of the poem: 

Anamorphic – Lights & Motion

Rebirth out of lies

Rebirth out of lies

7 May 2016

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They beat fast

The heart’s pulsations

At the throat

Like a bird

When the clipped wings have grown back

First flight to freedom

 

The changes

They don’t come easy

Twenty-three

Unfolding

The coils twisting and turning

Forging another

 

Decoded

Secrets of my spine

Talk wonders

Surging heat

Skirmishes as I retreat

Time for peace not war

 

I am sword

Forged in cool iron

Liquefied

Blue matter

Beaten upon life’s ridges

My cutting edges

 

Create word

Says my inner voice

The poet

Composes

From gutter bed of roses

All contains beauty

 

The heart sees

All that will begin

In twilight

Unfolding

Like novel of Sir Golding

Rebirth out of lies

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Time to Come – Miguel Palafox

Oriana – Miguel Palafox

Rebirth – Miguel Palafox

Your spittle me spare your mind I find poor

Your spittle me spare your mind I find poor

7 January 2016

shut up

 

A rapid and hoarse rasping romance speech

A breathing of sorts song of love to quip

A trained thought yet coarse mind a Heart to breach

Derailing consorts between track and lip

 

From despair to lair tears lust alternate

Upheaval so plain loss of common sense

Oh my lady fair your lover’s a state!

Deceiving and vain the pride of pretence

 

The word and the quill a poet composed

The gift and the art a means to an end

Hegemony shrill as nostalgia posed

The whore or the tart was his merry friend

 

I lead you nowhere pray find me that door

Your spittle me spare your mind I find poor

 

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The Black Eyed Peas – Shut Up