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 Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2005 10:30 am
Well, guess this will be the place I'll be crashing in in the guild... 3nodding It'll be a storehouse/showcase for my poetry on Gaia... Comments would be greatly appreciated as I'm working on an anthology as a project.
Even if you don't feel like commenting, please do come in for a spot of tea or a random chat... 3nodding
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2005 10:31 am
Looking for A Kitchen God
Sunlight streams in silky ribbons,
Shining on smoky incense,
Crimson candles flickering aside,
Burning atop the sacred altar.
There she stood,
A hunched figure by the altar.
Joss paper she is folding,
Preparing it as an offering,
To the being.
Tea is served
To the red board,
carved with name of the Kitchen God.
Fruits served on scarlet platters,
A vase of chrysanthemums is on display.
Seen also is the roasted pig,
Reserved for auspicious days.
Forty years of prayer,
Hoping for a life that is better.
Forty years of disappointment.
But still she prays.
As the last piece of paper is placed,
Her work is done.
She waits.
As the minutes race,
and the candles drip
their last tears of sympathy
For such blind devotion.
The time has come,
The papers lit,
Kindled the fires of hope.
Silently she stands,
As flames devour her work bit by bit,
Leaving just the ashes of dreams.
Swiftly, the wind rushes
Gathering the ashes,
And scatters them
To the brooks and streams.
Silently, brook flows into river,
River flows unceasingly
Into the vast emptiness of the sea,
Filled with the sorrows of those
Whose dreams are unfulfilled.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2005 10:32 am
The Song
The sultry voice of Sarah Vaughan,
Wind whispering in the reeds.
Strange fruit hanging:
Should I laugh,
Should I cry?
I sing.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2005 10:34 am
Figure by the Sea
One black night
I stood by the harsh sea
In the midst of raging fury
Upon a cliff, silently.
As violent waves crashed
Into the unforgiving rocks,
Echoing the strained cries
Of drown souls in anguish.
I trembled,
Flooded in my own terror,
Yet I braved the storm,
Embracing it, welcoming it.
As gloom swept on to the cliff,
The phantoms bolder,
Apparitions danced by,
Stinging me with their icy kiss.
Unmoving I stood,
Braving the bitter cold.
Offering a sombre prayer,
Offering solace.
The souls appeased,
Phantoms retreated into oblivion,
Freeing the silver sphere,
A sentinel in the night sky.
Its soft radiance embraced land and sea
Pale light caressed the earth;
There upon the earth I stood,
A solitary figure by the sea.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2005 10:36 am
Cold Comfort
Alone again,
among the pitch black, sitting.
From being hurt, I hide.
But pain is never far,
for my wounds never heal.
Out of control,
my mind is spinning.
Emotions fill my head,
springing up like apparatitions,
haunting me, haunting my existence.
Cold rain
mingling with warm tears,
extinguishing the flame
that was my soul.
What was left was a soggy mess
of jumbled emotions and fears.
Death beckons
through the razor glistening like a jewel,
promising relief.
Through the pure white tablets that promise sleep,
together they promise sanctuary,
and death's sweetn release.
I ponder.
To surrender to the sweetness of death?
Or to endure the bitterness of life?
I waver,
the battle rages within.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2005 10:37 am
Silence
Silence,
Whispers echoing across halls,
A deafening roar
Desperately screaming out.
Silence,
The veil of shame,
Enshrouding those
Harbouring skeletons.
Silence,
The terrible omen
Of ugly possibilities
Rearing their heads.
Silence,
Product of excess
Feelings of love
Stifling the tongue.
Silence,
Accentuating the illusion,
The feeling of control,
The facade of apathy.
Breaking through,
Exposing my soul to vulnerability,
I open myself up,
To life.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2005 10:38 am
Hurt
We build black tar roads,
Black snakes
Tunneling through the virgin
Green of pristine forests,
Destruction.
Sudden red of clay soil,
A land raped,
Flesh exposed.
Brutal savagery against
The loving crib of the mother.
Rainclouds bring tears
From the heavens.
Dampening the land with melancholy,
Washing away as blood,
From the wounds of our hurt.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2005 10:39 am
Quiet Night
Quiet night.
A city resting.
Only night owls,
Insomniacs among the suburbs
Celebrate the dark,
Savouring the collected calm,
Cherishing the wordless presence of the sleeping.
Quiet night.
Silence accentuating
The allure of the mundane.
Layer of dust lie undisturbed,
Misplaced cup, a dripping tap.
Night veils them with unspoken charm.
One which is drowned in the hubbub of day.
Quiet night.
In pictures and paintings,
Frozen smiles radiate blessings
As the household dreams undisturbed,
In dreams which much may transpire.
But dreamer even so will wake safe and warm,
Ready for any coming storm.
Quiet night.
A click of a light switch.
It is dark.
Sleep enters,
And now it is again
A quiet night.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2005 6:15 pm
Wow, your poetry is good. Reminds me of the work we have to analyze to death in English class. mrgreen
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2005 9:55 am
WingedRa Wow, your poetry is good. Reminds me of the work we have to analyze to death in English class. mrgreen lol... thanks for the flattery... blaugh but I'd think I'm still far away from actually being one of those that you actually analyse for stuff... sweatdrop *hugs*
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2005 4:29 pm
I must say, I like "Hurt". It speaks to the Naturalist in me. The way you bring the land to life is so visceral. It almost makes me wish I were a dirty hippy! wink
By the way, I absolutely love your signature. I wish I had one!
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2005 10:38 am
ClockworkNinja I must say, I like "Hurt". It speaks to the Naturalist in me. The way you bring the land to life is so visceral. It almost makes me wish I were a dirty hippy! wink By the way, I absolutely love your signature. I wish I had one! *hugs* I wish I was too... xd Living in a developing country, you get to see so much hurt towards the earth in the name of progress... sad it's really sad... lol... thanks for the flattery, blaugh Yeah... I wuv muh siggy so much 3nodding *hugs a plushie of ShadowLotus* whee
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2005 10:41 am
Autumn Reminiscence
Sunset on the boulevard.
Fading green
tinted in crimson delicacy.
The palette of browns, reds and gold
Dancing among the winds,
As they are picked
Delicately from the gnarled branches,
Landing silently
To colour the nude pavement.
The lifeless limb
Of an oak
Resting in the throes of the coming winter,
Reaches out to the moon
Etching its last
Into the canvas of the cloudless nights
Before the arrival
Of the white death.
Lone car sweeping
Through the barren streets,
Sprinkled with faceless bodies
Living their humdrum existence,
Oblivious to the beauty of the dying.
The buzz of the sleepless city,
A spell is broken.
((This came to me when a friend of mine started playing randomly on the piano and it was so good I just had to write something to accompany it. I could vividly feel autumn again through her music, and this just came out like water out of a tap. 3nodding ))
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2005 10:49 am
It is raining...
It is raining
As I pass through the dreary present
On the lulling rhythm of the train
Rumbling.
A languid mask from the windows
Reflecting I as dark clouds obscure the heavens,
And raindrops trace wet lines
across the icy window panes.
The frigid car is filled with silence,
Save for empty faces much too
Entangled in their existance
To notice poetry pirouetting among them.
It is drowned out by
A muffled snore,
A tap on a notebook,
The scratch of a pen on paper.
As cars race by on the adjacent highway,
Escaping the deluge,
The arboreal rainforest
Mystifies into dreamscapes of hazy verdigris
Tinted in gloom.
Abandoned worksites,
The empty streets.
They call out in desperation,
In the company of silent mushrooms of brollies.
Nameless strangers walking, with
No end in sight.
Cars slow, the train stops.
Doors expand their invitations
To the exchange of passangers,
Allowing the warm station to embrace the leaving
The raw winter continues
As the train resumes its journey
In its neverending haste
Into eternity.
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2005 10:51 am
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