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

 

A wealth of memories

A wealth of memories

24 November 2017

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She shuffled to the park bench where she usually sat, her back still upright although the rest of her frame showed more of the frailty of old age. Two joggers looked at her vividly coloured clothes astonished at the marked difference between the peaceful serenity of her face and the gaudy colours of her salwar kameez. She merely smiled at them and waved as if she were waving to some long lost friends. They waved back after a few seconds of hesitation. It was always like that she thought in this foreign country where westerners did not expect strangers to wave or even smile at them.

As she watched them jog down the path she had just come from, she slowly opened the bag that she had extracted from her large handbag. It was a plastic bag filled with breadcrumbs and chunks of potato from yesterday’s servings that she had saved. She started throwing some to the birds that had gathered around her in the daily tradition and they readily started gobbling the morsels. All the while throwing the bread crumbs, she told them stories of the past, her present woes and her wishes for the future. The birds hovered or walked around her alternatively cooing or eating while she continued her monologue in hushed tones adding now and then a mark of appreciation for their listening.

  • Nobody listens anymore to my stories. I got so many to tell from my younger days but none of the young boys bother to hear them. They want stories of Superman and Batman but I can only tell stories of an old woman who was once young and lived an extraordinary life travelling.
  • Coo… coo.. coo
  • I did not travel like Superman of course as I did not have fast cars but I did travel once on the Orient Express
  • Coo… cooo… coo
  • I know dear. The Orient Express is not that exciting for youngsters today but I also traveled on the Palace on wheels which many youngsters still like today albeit when they are a bit older than James and Morris
  • Coo…cooo…coo
  • Who are James and Morris ? Well they are my grandchildren dearies. Did I not speak to you of my grandchildren ? Oh, they are a beautiful pair. A bit naughty but a beautiful pair of young children all the same. They call me grammy and want me to tell stories of Batman and Superman but I only had my own stories to tell
  • Coo… cooo…coo
  • Susan bought me a few books. She says I can read those books to them as they have stories of Superman and Batman. I do that now but then who will listen to my stories ?
  • Coo… cooo…coo
  • I know you will dearies. You are so kind. My late Robert used to say one day we will both be old and maybe not remember each other anymore but I am sure we will remember enough to tell each other stories. He is now long gone my Robert and my stories still hang around my head whispering to me so that I may tell them to someone. I wish my Robert were here to listen to my stories. I would look at him and say listen old man (chuckling) – he was an old fool, Robert – I have a wealth of memories to share with you. He was an old fool indeed. Always used to say that I looked just like the young girl he had always known.

She kept chuckling and sharing both pieces of the food in the bag and stories of the past as well as hopes for the future. The birds gathered around her in more tight ranks as the murmur of her voice subsided. As the sun went down, the joggers who were passing by on their way back saw her extended frame on the bench where she had stretched out to peacefully pass away, her wealth of memories tucked away into her folds forever.

 

Stive Morgan ~ New Asia – Zov Predkov (Stive Morgan Remix)

Light the skies

Light the skies

2 June 2017

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Melodies

Ring me memories

Of stardom

Lost Kingdom

Where Ancestors wove wisdom

Winding with the breeze

 

Fortune tells

Secrets of the wells

Hidden deep

Winding steep

In the bosom silent keep

Ringing of the knells

 

Light the skies

With the will that flies

In stages

Of pages

Coursing through storm that rages

Presence multiplies

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Sunset Dream – Sufi’s Life & Merlin

Lonely – Sufi’s Life & Merlin

Balkan Spirit – Sufi’s Life & Merlin

Atlantis

Atlantis

5 May 2017

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In Abyss

Stories of mankind

Gone amiss

With the hiss

Of serpents in bosom’s cage

Dwelling of the rage

 

Earth crisis

Shadow of unkind

Death rises

Dark prizes

The wisdom that comes with age

Blessing of the sage

 

Hearts that miss

Caverns of the mind

Atlantis

Renews bliss

Rewriting for Earth new page

Energy the wage

 

 

Reading of the poem: 

Atlantis Wikia

Atlantis Falling – Spacemind

 

Heart shaped Polly gone

Heart shaped Polly gone

26 August 2016

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Handed down

Jewel of my Crown

Endless heads

Flower beds

Prairies tall as gardeners reek

Generations leak

 

Entrusted

To the mindless eyes

Decisions weigh

Mass unwise

Prairies fall as gardeners reap

Generations leap

 

Hands many

The traceless is One

Bring me back

My emblems

Shadows your darkness totems

From my dance all stems

 

Eyes cast down

Heavenly choices

The mind own

Heart bonded

Skies when questioned responded

With my purple hues

 

Speak to me

Of ageless morrows

Give me rhythm

Of your Heart

Wisdom my soul will impart

Into your twined suns

 

Ascension

Flight to the placeless

Elevate

Inside Frame

New geometry the game

Heart shaped Polly gone

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Mandara – Vas & Azam Ali

Saphyrro – Vas & Azam Ali

Prayer for Soleil – Vas & Azam Ali

Heavenly Father

Heavenly Father

27 December 2015

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They cried of foul play

That white were black and tar snow

Gyrating tables

 

They spoke of wisdom

From bottomless pits that stank

Of guileless treason

 

They heard no sorrow

Gave life no choice founded cause

For death all reason

 

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They kneaded hundreds

Merciless bread for the damned

Agony’s children

 

They cried and beat stones

Jewels of splendour and loss

In chest that echoed

 

They raised green idols

That fanned all mildew and spate

Instilled in heart hate

 

They embraced the dead

Sucking mortified blank breaths

Blankets of glory

 

They unwound the life

Slow top that reeled unending

Their task dark, gory

 

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Of one the undead

Through pulsating Heart expressed

Words that rang through me

 

Heavenly Father

Ripped open my Heart’s ribbons

Gifted me to world

 

One to ten thousand

Ten thousand million summons

Of the ones that swirled

 

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Pretender – Sarah Jaffe

Life is calling – Beth Hart

Soul Shine – Beth Hart

 

Humanity stuck in throat

Humanity stuck in throat (With Love only Creed)

6 December 2015

 

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Sometimes I throw up

From a small tightened belly

Waters muddy brown

 

A share of disgrace

From non-existent lean wells

River banks of stench

 

Sometimes I throw up

Endless fights in name of Gods

Blind to their fake creed

 

Giddiness alerts

A wave of nausea strikes

Within pulsing Heart

 

Sometimes I throw up

Humanity stuck in throat

Like an endless thorn

 

While the dead bear dead

And life dwindles in lost Hope

As powers grow walls

 

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Sometimes I digest

Small miracles of caring

Emblems of sharing

 

A slice of fresh bread

Multiplied not divided

For aching stomachs

 

Sometimes I digest

As the young outgrow shackles

With Peace in their trails

 

New Dawn beckoning

Skies of reachable Nature

Resting place of coils

 

Sometimes I digest

Small measures of blue freedom

With Love only Creed

 

Unstoppable Grace

Traces of Ancient Wisdom

The Death of the Greed

 

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The Old Ways – Loreena McKennitt

The Mystic’s Dream – Loreena McKennitt

Seeds of Love – Loreena McKennitt

A Time for Us – Andy Williams