Primitive reorganised

Primitive reorganised

2 September 2016

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Futile world

Throbbing to the beat

Of unseen

Hands too keen

To smite rather than unite

Split not gather sheep

 

Buried deep

Resolutions dead

Woolly head

Wobbly knees

Eye barely grasps what it sees

The mind lost distant

 

Quick to bite

A dog eat dog world

Wolves galore

Woman whore

The man with the largest jaws

Rabies a constant

 

Stand at ease

Your meek mind appease

None to please

Weak to tease

I gave up flicking through fleas

On bedraggled skin

 

Holy din

The prayer excuse

Will to use

Right abuse

Curdled blood my veins perfuse

Madness does bemuse

 

Skipping through

Primitive reorganised

Leaping frogs

Follow lead

The rest sit wallow in greed

They burn in two suns

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Tribal – Instinct Primitif Intidhar Kammarti

Orange Rose – Instinct Primitif

Voyage en Orient – Instinct Primitif

 

Woman on the Top

Woman on the Top

27 August 2016

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Salvation

Your empty wordings

Flowing free

Withered tree

Unwatered by your limp hand

A mouth to demand

 

Damnation

Your hatred coursing

Black rivers

Bring shivers

Brethren replicate the quakes

Judges make mistakes

 

Innocence

A burning willow

Nooses flow

Like the waves

Your mountains’ glory but caves

Sheltering the knaves

 

Complacence

Congratulate self

Twisted doll

Tightly knit

Into clothes that barely fit

Reintegrates shelf

 

Conduction

My nerves leading way

From decay

To dismay

Prosecuting intention

Witnesses galore

 

Eruption

My fiery breath

Heated frame

Sorry lame

I will not stretch below tame

Woman on the Top

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The Eternal Return – Irfan

Monsalvato – Irfan

Peregrinatio – Irfan

 

Dissolution Time

Dissolution Time

9 August 2016

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Mind racking

Shelves of solutions

Magic books

Sever hooks

Tales twisted by clever crooks

Opportunities

 

Spell woman

Spirit spells nothing

Only heart

Shines bright through

The key to skies in the clue

Code in the heart’s light

 

Eye sees spark

The heart sees morrows

Brittle ends

Beginning

Crossing over skulls and bones

Into new alleys

 

Shiver hard

I breed menestrels

Wilting bard

Composes

More than the feat of Moses

Dreamtime creation

 

Chimera

Bellerophon slays

We have ways

Set in skies

Splitting they shatter the lies

Breaking all the ties

 

Desperate

Measures peak at noon

Dissolution Time

In the rhyme

Where the quakes meet pantomime

Replicating chime

 

Reading of the poem: 

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La Paloma (No More) – Elvis Presley

Only You – Elvis Presley (The Platters)

It’s Now or Never – Elvis Presley

 

To blooming woman

To blooming woman

28 March 2016

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Magical

Twirling into world

Reborn blue

Stirred anew

Discover your inner shades

Walk between the blades

 

You are breath

Inscribed in divine

Beating heart

Birthing womb

Of all spate you are the tomb

Restless their questions

 

Hear the call

To blooming woman

Answer shine

Build the shrine

The Edge of Humanity

Achieving balance

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Waltz of the Roses – Eugen Doga

Love without limits

Love without limits

4 September 2015

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Thank me for the rose

I will thank you for the thorns

Each will gift their spells

 

If you boil broth

I will drink it to the last

Drop of dark venom

 

Spell my name backward

I will erect you ladders

To ascend to hells

 

Whisper soft my name

I will sow you heavenly

Angels below thee

 

If mute you’re beset

Rake the Earth for alphabet

I will grow the crops

 

I shall teach you words

Woman uninterrupted

Has many a flow

 

I will spell you Love

From the depth of the dungeons

Where dragons dare not

 

Gather me like leaves

Be my wings when I’m falling

Make without within

 

Universe will twist

To the tune of flute in Time

Where only Love lives

 

Love without limits

Love me to your breaking point

Love me right beyond

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Stack the wood, light the fire

St Patrick’s day  

St Jeanne’s way  

11 September 2010  

You took a second look  

A wish that came true  

For in that small book  

The colour was so blue  

Twas a new age Avatar  

In a world full of change  

Living in a coloured Bazaar  

That may a mind derange  

You feel good and I feel blue  

Rhyme in woods for me and you  

And as you will that blue admire  

Some just stack it for their bonfire  

Bring the wood and stuff the hay  

Hasten now your step you crowd  

St Patrick or else St Jeanne’s day  

All fire we’ll cheer clear and loud  

It might be that it’s St Patrick’s day  

They danced and feasted in delight  

For finally they’d have their way  

The witch will burn now in its light 

♣ 

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Reading of a modified version of the poem

Mon cri – My cry

Dans certaines traditions indiennes comme dans certaines arabes (berbères aussi), les familles qui vivent de grandes tragédies engagent une pleureuse qui, à travers ses cris et lamentations permet à la famille de rester composée et digne. Voici ma pleureuse. Une gitane, comme il convient pour mon esprit libre et voyageur.

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In some Indian traditions as in some Arab (as well as Berber), families who live great tragedies resort to a mourner who, through her cries and lamentations allows the family to stay composed and dignified. Here is my mourner. A gypsy, as befits my free wandering spirit.