Winds’ dances

Winds’ dances

15 April 2016

 

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Bravery

The mark of true hearts

Purity

Only trend

The tears in souls that they mend

When the love departs

 

There are skies

Where nightingales fly

To the sun

Flying high

They reach beyond the dark lies

Grounds where we are One

 

The love sways

It plays hide to seek

Inner ways

Sheltered soft

Deep within the mossy creek

Where green waters flow

 

Strong and slow

Threads of fate tie knots

In bundles

Of flowers

Within eye more than blue hue

Of forget-me-nots

 

Faltering

Between Jane the plain

Priscilla

Of deserts

The heart composes new games

A tic tac to who

 

Flipping coins

Cinderella’s shoe

Tossed in air

All is fair

My guess two mates would stretch loins

Beyond compare point

 

Bleak wit’s ire

Seeking soil or fire

Rebuttal

Of weak mind

Is but of the feeble kind

I take bare chances

 

Winds’ dances

Complete my footsteps

I watch calm

Your actions

In life we choose safe factions

Or lead into storms

 

Bow to norms

Or shine inner light

Am I worth

That dire fight

Rhetoric in phonetic

The woe in the Earth

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Winter moon – Stan Getz & Laurindo Almeida

O Grande Amor – Stan Getz & João Gilberto

Vivo Sonhando – Stan Getz & João Gilberto

Naked tale foretold

Naked tale foretold

7 April 2016

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Spoken thoughts

Saturating words

They misspell

Past intent

Agony souls underwent

Disdain bleak feature

 

Dark creature

Lies a solemn vow

Middle Earth

Its fiefdom

Shades of the greying kingdom

City of tales bent

 

The heart spent

In rivers of woe

Unwinds slow

The whirlpools

Amnesia its daily tools

As heartbeats quiver

 

Plains awash

With red of the blood

The eyes flood

Loss of life

Expunged in the shining pearl

The drops wild scatter

 

We will meet

When the ravens crow

Through midnight

Past the light

When early rays summon eyes

To twinkling mornings

 

Your shimmer

Rivalling with gold

Standing bold

Shuddering

On the brink of vanity

Naked tale foretold

 

Reading of the poem:

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Last chance – The Black Heart procession