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See and To Sir, with love
asamvav111 commented on Mikiesboy's story chapter in See and To Sir, with love
And we huddle here in the heat and cold Bustling, rushing always, there and back Hither, dither Staring at screens, we miss the chipmunk And the flight of the bumblebee Beautifully done. "See" is a simple elegant poem of nature. -
Distractions To understand the sufferings of lovers Intimate details of ecstasy Written on the lotus petals That blossomed in the first light The dew of innocence glistening along its margin Bring the distraught closer Salve the burn of jealous guarding of secrets Unhex the music in our hearts That cursed the union of two tones Mingling in the river of distractions 10/09/2017
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With single change of word, this delectable delight will become lamentable dejection... Rejection Breathless, flushed, euphoric, chests heaving, pulses race, all thought dispersed like mist before the sun; no words: every mindless outcry silenced in all-consuming fire; and love, panting, recoils. A sensational offering as always.
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Scary poem. Well-done.
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I also liked this movie... pretty sweet.
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This is an amazing poem. Thank you for sharing this.
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all intimate connections left to rot Metaphors, metaphors, more metaphors A feast delectable for the crows
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Simply amazing.
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VI Love's triumph in triumphant red When every kiss anoints his face When every desire in calming shade Bends the truth in million ways All the frames merge into one A glittering glade of fireflies A rosy vision of morning sun As warmth maketh the blood rise Two souls connected in essence but Separated in passionate embrace Two bodies run to the finish line Eager to end the final race Such beauty again w
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I want to take a moment to talk about how ethereal the rhyme in the first one is. It's a Renga with an English rhyming scheme. And it looks and feels and sounds perfectly English yet in essence it hides its obvious Asian technique. I am aware of the hard emotions behind the words but how elegantly they are expressed is beyond simple comprehension. This poem should be a study in technique in poetry classes. The hardest theme to tackle is simplicity. I bow to you, Master. Both are absolute delights.
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V I am the air beneath your wings Your deliberate sun warming Through the old bones lying in The disparate views of egality Substances that mix with reality In infinite colours, a rainbow That nature hues unforeseen Unnoticed and in separation My desperate prayers lingering Over the horizon of devout tasks A nightingale’s song offerings
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Loved no 1, no 2 was very good too.
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IV Holy cows in the heaven sing Along the murdered lines of Innocent victims of the game Praise the martyrs of senseless Violence gunning down the deserts In the busy streets, in island’s nests In the celebrations of broken Bastilles In whose name do they kill Cows who rejoice in the blood Of the proletariat, be cursed Defeat shall your sins bring
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III The trumpets have been sounded The game is on the vigilance of The mice and the cunning cats Playing shared rooms in the heads Of complacent fools who trust In peace and continuity of Generations after generations Of guileless truth unbarred Unhinged from reality they fight Over old dusty tomes devoid of Humanity’s creed-less dread
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II Roll out the water cannon Drench away the sorrow of lost Men who silently prayed for Deliverance amongst the tyranny Of oppressive govt buildings The towers of Babel in Heaven’s port We shall bind them to our Fore-front, our protection Of old pentagrams and new war Tactics playing chess in Avant-garde Death to all who are Anon
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I They don’t talk of April showers here In the wettest part of Asia Where they have continued to feel Hot and global warming is not real They say more about the weather Than the paltry sullen faces of men Underneath the harshest sun Human kind has ever seen as Evergreen flats turning into Burnt tortillas on the islands Of hypocrisy and madness and fear
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sublime!
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Beginnings Little ashes Smelling of roasting cinnamons Over an open fire Our hearts Together Indivisible In the night Euphoria
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A summer documented in verse.
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This is definitely the best poem yet produced by you and that is saying something given your repertoire. Ecstatic. Thank you for sharing this.
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Long weeks, wary circling, testing, trying, teasing, tumbling slowly into this one moment; Of Beautiful Creation.
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Sanity replaced by monsters Only your brain can know A very good poem.
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Thank you for reading.
