Shores undivided

Shores undivided

23 September 2018

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Square linings in thoughts

Scent of a heart set on fire

Perfume felt my pulse

 

In between woodlands

A gate swings North west and creaks

South a remembrance

 

Wind a rhythmic friend

Over treetops lone whistle

Beings in the wild

 

A silence heaves hard

My bosom a place of peace

In prayer penance

 

Twenty three sparrows

Memories of my journey

Carry them in tale

 

Wisdom a handful

Merging with the feminine

Shores undivided

 

Reading of the poem: 

Riverside – Agnes Obel

 

We escaped at last an end of horror

We escaped at last an end of horror

1 September 2018

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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

 

The truth of heartstrings

The truth of heartstrings

22 October 2017

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Tell me tale

As I will inhale

Pollen struck

Flower pots

Loose scent of forget-me-nots

Unraveling slow

 

Wade with me

In murky rivers

Three bereft

Cleanliness

A phantom while corpses left

On pyres alit

 

Shower me

Blue meteorites

Corpuscules

Caving in

In sync with the whisperings

The truth of heartstrings

 

Reading of the poem: 

Of Life and Love – Rumi poetry

In punctuation

In punctuation

31 August 2017

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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: 

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Every day I have the Blues – Blues Dealers

Night Time is the right Time – Blues Dealers

You don’t Love me – Blues Dealers

In the gold of alchemist

In the gold of alchemist

8 August 2017

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Shining lines

Covet lightened shrines

Come hither

We cloak selves

In the gold of alchemist

Leaving copper trail

 

Trade my faith

Thousand bolts under

Thunder’s call

Tall to wraith

The subdued versions recall

Memories of the fall

 

September

Will bring me ember

Of moon’s death

Slow sun’s breath

A tale to remake amber

Jaded tiger’s eyes

 

Reading of poem: 

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In search – Manish Vyas

In beating temples

In beating temples

17 April 2017

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Hawk’s eye stirs

Mesmerised iris

Glaring whirs

Into sight

The shadow behind that blurs

Witnesses of light

 

Invoke me

A game to dethrone

Casting stone

In rivers

The thought that blind delivers

From mirrors of old

 

Beat the cold

The breath throbbing drum

In the hum

Tale of two

Passengers that we once knew

In beating temples

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Heart Warriors – Byron Metcalf

 

The raw taste of strawberry

The raw taste of strawberry

7 April 2017

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Splashing light

Into dark corners

Waking scent

Of mourners

Reliving in dreams instant

Of moments fragrant

 

Honey bees

Lifting up my knees

New posture

Green pasture

Running through meadows of gold

Naked tale foretold

 

Steel not rust

Redeems what we must

Wanderlust

Before dust

The raw taste of strawberry

Feasting in Love Trust

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The light of my Soul – Alexander Tarasov

Life is Priceless – Alexander Tarasov

The Long Awaited Meeting – Alexander Tarasov