Ocean greets me kin
24 March 2020
This is not a play
Tragedy nor comedy
This is a life’s toil
I splatter the drops
The waters in rivulets
Aspire for bay
Ocean greets me kin
Movement of waves like my skin
A body of clay
Reading of the poem:
Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly Haiku 298 using the words bay and play. For rules and more poems follow this link.
Gurdjieff – De Hartmann Vol 12: Prière Pour La Miséricorde, Alain Kremski
We escaped at last an end of horror
1 September 2018
They told us tales of how we would have gone
With our skins to hide and wailing bellies
With our knees quaking and courage foregone
A tale now foretold as our breaths would cease
The sun melted into the horizon
Traces of the cold to come submerged us
Jaded darkness overcame the prison
This was the end we would go without fuss
The eyes within the cypresses watched on
We walked uphill to places forgotten
The will now forsaken the soul forlorn
A semblance of human its core rotten
They gathered us in increasing darkness
The night was the tool of lasting terror
Free will brought all courage we could harness
We escaped at last an end of horror
Reading of the poem:
Ends of the Earth – Lord Huron
In punctuation
31 August 2017
Erasure
Obliteration
Inside me
Doves fly free
Outside borders now shaken
Through vows we’ve taken
You fly high
Your shape dark tattoo
Etheric
Composure
Minutes before disclosure
Tale of who is who
Vibration
Energy coursing
Through my skin
Subdued din
Voices hoarse together sing
Branding face with wing
We summed them
In punctuation
Dots in cross
Cross in dash
Marble now crumbling to ash
Fragments of unseen
Reading of the poem:
Every day I have the Blues – Blues Dealers
Night Time is the right Time – Blues Dealers
You don’t Love me – Blues Dealers
Growing sunshine pours
16 May 2017
Hark listen
The bark whispers thin
Winding through
Willow tree
Speaking of when we ran free
Children of the Blue
Who is who
We know not answer
Question posed
Undisclosed
The winding wells tell secrets
Of Love and regrets
Wash my skin
Hone my growing fin
Morrows kin
Usher in
True light invading my doors
Growing sunshine pours
Reading of the poem:
No Love Lost – Bvdub
Morning Rituals – Bvdub
My Sun shines through your Rain – Bvdub
The God Particle
4 March 2017
I found it
Within Skin’s Layers
Forgotten
Triangle
Where we see every angle
Of Victim’s Slayers
The Prayers
Gushing with the Faith
Bosom bore
Remnants core
We kept each ounce of Atom
The Light Could Fathom
Envy’s lace
Brittle the solace
Golden egg
They stole it
When the flaming bushes lit
The God Particle
Reading of the poem:
Ring of Spring – Stive Morgan
Love in what you do
22 January 2017
Breathing hiss
Lungs rustling papers
Chained within
Free without
The heart in tears the mind stout
Dichotomy’s kin
Fluttering
Derogatory
Butterfly
Mocking moth
Reverie converted sloth
Society’s skin
Breathing bliss
Renewed revision
Seeing right
In the light
Contours define the shapes sight
Love in what you do
Reading of the poem:
Let Go – As Seas Exhale
Grief and Dust – As Seas Exhale
Not All Of Us Can Do Great Things…but We Can Do Small Things With Great Love – As Seas Exhale
Waters that we seek
26 December 2016
Grip my chin
Speak now over din
Crackled skin
Stretched too thin
Wade in waters to the shin
Reaching Star I’m in
Map a vow
Morrows look allow
Hurry now
The Earth plough
The ancient crests disavow
Valleys that they trow
Dare to speak
Turn not other cheek
Ancient Greek
Show us meek
In the tunnels baring peak
Waters that we seek
Reading of the poem:
Sleep will come – Bliss
Blended illusion
14 November 2016
Three to one
Sorted confusion
Our limbs meet
Green hilltops
Slopes sliding through the morrows
Forged in the sorrows
Priest and nun
Thwarted diffusion
Our bones sweep
Blue graveyards
Where the look takes to the kill
Bodies lying still
Hopes are torn
When the children die
Pennies lie
Change wasted
The smiles on our mouth pasted
With gruesome dark glue
Blink I’m gone
Remnants of pieces
Skin hanging
Rose petals
Showering your pale body
As the sound subsides
Wild horse rides
Peaks of never more
Wave broken
On the shore
The hurt still throbbing and sore
Wrists red though uncut
The eyes shut
Blended illusion
Surging through
Blue temple
Your breath warm as I tremble
My way through your chest
Reading of the poem:
The Trees – Max Richter
The Tree the Beach the Sea – Max Richter
This Bitter Earth / On the Nature of Daylight – Max Richter / Dinah Washington
The Heart speaks softly
6 November 2016
Transient
Sentient status
Of my Heart
Pay no heed
We wallow in ridicule
The killers galore
The absent
A status symbol
Of unfed
Mouth to mouth
Respiratory whims fetch
Meanings to the touch
The starved clutch
The remnants of chaff
Falling threads
Of a thought
Wheat fleeting commodity
Bread an afterthought
Beauty wrought
In sinuous lines
Between peaks
Of despair
Tragedy eye opener
Liner of dark rims
The look skims
Bones and milky skin
The silk worn
Pieces torn
Patchwork of a body lain
On bed of roses
Blind eye sees
Beyond the matter
At hand waves
Splitting air
The mind never going where
The Heart speaks softly
Reading of the poem:
Sigh – Praful
Birth the day
1 November 2016
Feel the night
Body aroma
Gifted touch
In fingers
Learning the texture of rain
As it falls off you
Ghostly light
Plays upon your skin
Ringing tone
Of your voice
Whispers with which I rejoice
In corners of mind
Tongue unkind
Pillar of the weak
We undressed
In soul meek
Remnants of stains and laces
Glories disgraces
Heap the wage
Of war and pieces
Of life strewn
Under moon
Ravenous she stilled the dune
That played in your eyes
Tell me lies
Half-truths of morrows
Lead astray
Silent sway
Our naked bodies in hay
Summertime’s promise
The lost bliss
Through your winter’s hiss
Paves my way
Birth the day
When daffodils shine in May
December spotting
Reading of the poem:
Light in her Eyes – Alexander V.Mogilco feat. SilMi
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