Today is the first day of Ramadhan The day is peaceful and calm There is a stillness in the house and outside Everyone is resting except those who aren't fasting Even the cats are not making any sound I can't see them around I was not able to render my fast on the first day for an excusable reason And decided to do the laundry The air was cool outside Only the sound of birds can be heard Their tweeting seem louder today Amplified by the silence A small bird accidentally found its way to our room through an open window It hopped from place to place Then flew around looking for escape It seemed desperate to get out It was restlestly flying and hopping in the wire It flew away after finding the crack in the glass transom above the window That has a hole the size of a fist A tiny bird can pass through The day went by silently Until it was time to prepare Iftar
Posted: 13th April 2021 6:34pm
Tyrant of Words
Joined 22nd July 2019 Forum Posts: 60
As a photograph recalls a memory
My sweet, dust covered Quimper dish, possesses a reign, far above my other keepsakes in rank
It holds a secret no other soul Is privy, with exception Of him...
Soft smile, wistful gaze and tearful eyes make this ornament of value beyond money
Touching its cool hard surface is the exact opposite of touching Him...but every sinew and outline
Recalls so vividly the warmth from his body- his soul ever so gentle
There is no gap in time no decades of being apart~ When I think of him
He’s simply there With me, together My lovely trinket
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Posted: 13th April 2021 6:39pm
Fire of Insight
Joined 12th July 2017 Forum Posts: 176
This structure Like an open cell Built on mountain cement Flows salt rivers Just under the floorboards You’ve heard it all before Silent weeps in stalls Isn’t silent anymore Because there is a reservoir Of all my tears beneath this store
Ignoring the cries that seep so deeply into the walls Hasn’t bought time So go on, keep repairing, as the water grows One day, a thing will snap The question’s not what, it’s when
One day, I’ll break And you’ll be left with a lake so cold So deep You’d drown before swimming It took years to fill, after all.. If you leave a faucet running, there’ll be bills to pay in the morning And now there is a reservoir Of all my tears You’ve heard them all
Posted: 13th April 2021 7:29pm
Joined 30th June 2016 Forum Posts: 456
Soul Of Jim
Death of Orion snake -- rise then we die together writhing in blackness. The hunt is on -- our eyes see beyond ephemeral vision. We are the seekers of what is not human; we are the plunderers of her dear soul.
Taste the tears; you are the salt of every pit in vitreous earth. You are a vessel of night's captive stars searching under all the ones we lost up there, our subjects bare in coldest Heaven where every sun is undone there.
A child is crying -- it is your forgotten true vision which calls to be heard; listen for its birthing, lead yourself on a quest. You will find her there -- iron-clad woman whom you desire.
You will remove her chains to free her, but not before she disperses into silver forest air -- the very vapor you breathe to imbibe knowing; her strength.
She knows you -- shaman son of great green temple woman; you enter her city's languid heat and are born.
'I am not mad' -Salvador Dali
Posted: 13th April 2021 8:15pm
Fire of Insight
Joined 24th Mar 2019 Forum Posts: 441
13 of 30
A sense of lapsing dignity
Loss of faith infection…cover my eyes, Never was a world leader, abundant sunshine.
The longest day is over, the mislaid manuscript concludes. Constantly in the background.
No good thing ever dies, there Is no castration fear. Avoid reality, avoid reality – singular men taking notes.
Await the playground attendant, climb trees – make noises like apes. There are no coincidences.
Lying dormant for centuries. Commitment to a noble future – remain pure.
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Posted: 13th April 2021 8:22pm
Fire of Insight
Joined 1st Jan 2018 Forum Posts: 581
The tarantula of April (Scorpio)
Walking the steps of dance, a quadrille music in its hairy scuttle cantilever spindles, like stilts of quill the Dark. spelt, in halted breath. Gasping at its perfect menace.
Agony that you could be the fly for its intention is never subtle. Sink its fangs, puncture anything that looks a threat. break the web, the underscore of dread. A lair of walking hair Black armpit, morphed from off the barbers floor.
A stalking epitaph so chilling shadows, speed and stealth. More deadly than a James Bond villain The bad dream, hammer to the nail.
April`s stars Scorpio, the constellation`s speak seek out what you require. The menace seen but not defined pounce to terrorise, the stars aligned. Arachnid`s walk as human kind
Posted: 13th April 2021 8:28pm
Guardian of Shadows
Joined 10th Oct 2009 Forum Posts: 6575
#13. April 13.
Beyond the Western Shores
The seas call me away from these shores to somewhere else beyond the West. Where I can have a holiday and rest these old feeling bones. I may never return back this way again, Or see the misted mountains again Or visit the murky woods and forests Or the plains where the horses roam, Yes, I am quite ready, for one more adventure.
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Posted: 13th April 2021 8:54pm
Tyrant of Words
Joined 11th July 2012 Forum Posts: 1292
On a Timeless Wavelength
Whatever gets you through the day or night The magic in music can lift your spirits and mood There’s something about a rhythm and rhyme When the groove is sure to improve your attitude
Your body automatically moves to the beat As a happy heart synchs in with the song For those few minutes all is right and free But the positive effect can last all day long
We can get lost in those happy little moments The ones that enliven and soothe the soul It becomes precious as if almost stolen Frozen in our memories when we get old
On a timeless wavelength the music carries on The eternal feeling never really goes away It’s a time machine that when you come upon It takes you to a place where you want to stay
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Posted: 13th April 2021 9:29pm
Guardian of Shadows
Joined 27th Feb 2014 Forum Posts: 509
(13 of 30—Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo2021)
sonnets among my scribbles
day sonnet #13
one minute grant me, and you make my day, for i shall multiply each second's worth of sunshine in my noble span of birth, spent joyfully upon life's golden quay. dogs have their day, as poets have their rhyme; fools have their folly, as wise men their charm. day has its sun, and night its sleep alarm; death has its limits in the face of time. while yet i live, gladly seize i this day, that i might run its distance without fail; my stewardship cannot one hour curtail, else could i savour not eve's sweet bouquet.
diurnal palettes paint the world with hope beyond the earth's nocturnal periscope.
And that is what I do, I rest here with you. This time is our time, Our time to unwind. Upon a chair, Upon the floor, More often, Within a downpour. Water is a theme, As is steam. Hot dogs though, They are seldom seen. Many other obscure dreams, Yes, in whatever means. This time, Is precious time, And where I'd like. To take more time. Time to see, Just how meaning unwinds, In the caress of a face, By the passing hands.
Posted: 13th April 2021 10:47pm
Joined 12th Apr 2018 Forum Posts: 54
just sitting here on the fkn fence about bees & fkn fate
he was already impressive six-two &felt more for muscle dressed dapper for the snow we’d had the last two weeks big brown eyes three weeks fresh from his tropical day-to-day I’d suggested coffee a la lockdown he agreed
told him I don’t talk after been accused of the yang snooze on that one so it was weird that a week later all I’d wanted to do was learn him while he stroked my hair and traced my arm for two hours before we drifted off to sleep
we have nothing obvious in common except the places we’ve been &a determination to thrive whatever that means &his weeks here are ticking away like the bloodsuckers they are so it’s not strange that it was definitely headed for achy-breaky if only for me
but I swear he was the physical genie specific manifestation of a phrase I whispered aloud half to myself half to the universe not a week before he appeared against odds I would not have wasted a shiny penny on &I swiped right so dead sure he never would
... or so they say
Posted: 13th April 2021 11:38pm
Joined 29th July 2018 Forum Posts: 550
The Happiest Things
Smelling lilies, peonies and lilacs on a balmy day. Steaming cup of honey turmeric tea.
Ari's baby laugh.
Sunshine warming my skin: moonlight through treetop canopy. Forrest walks for nature bathing: salty sea air. Quiet country cemeteries.
Your smile when days are cloudy.
Happiness comes in many packages.
“Creation which cannot express itself becomes madness" ~Anais Nin
Posted: 14th April 2021 1:00am
Joined 31st Dec 2015 Forum Posts: 800
Tied-off tubes Of ground-up parts Of various animals Seasoned heavily with Stuff I have become allergic to...
Nah, I don’t really miss you
...Although I can appreciate Your memory Like a former lover I’m not attracted to Anymore
Because let’s face it Once upon a time At the mall’s Orange Julius stand Chicago-style With those sexy Banana peppers ~Yowzers~ You were a hot dog then!
Posted: 14th April 2021 1:43am
Joined 18th Nov 2015 Forum Posts: 464
She wants to talk about her day. Conversing with an adult human who isn’t on a screen would be a welcome change. But this particular human is quite obviously grumpy, burying himself in brainless comedy; laughing in a way that somehow comes across as mean-spirited.
He probably had a rough day. She’d like to ask about it, but lately her curiosity and attempts to start conversation seem to be received as some sort of inquisition or intrusion.
So, she silently stirs the soup. In her mind, she talks to him; the imaginary one… Curled in his arms, she tells about how her entire project was restructured for Covid again, and he knows what she means because he listened the last time, so she doesn’t have to explain it all over like she would to a complete stranger. She mentions the performance review, where she was shocked that the boss rated her so much higher than she rated herself. He just smiles and says he’s really not surprised.
Her nose jerks her out of the reverie. Pulling the too-dark biscuits from the oven, she scowls and thinks, good thing there’s no performance review for this damn job.
Posted: 14th April 2021 2:26am
Edited: 14th April 2021 2:38am - edited 2 times
Tyrant of Words
Joined 21st Aug 2013 Forum Posts: 686
Music Passion Five
Opera Act One
On a curious whim I auditioned sang “Amarilli Mia Bella” a fairly good rendition I’m guessing son run home and tell your papa his boy will be singing Opera with scarcely any classical training the next weekend I was rehearsing amongst singers intimate with each note and variation while I relied on pure memorization
Donizetti’s “Lucia di Lammermoor“ was the first production that season Giorgio Tozzi, our esteemed Director, famous Bass from the Met, found further acclaim as surreptitious, off-screen singer of “Some Enchanted Evening”
As an old seventeenth century soldier costumed with gray wig, regal beard that I grew gold doublet, and puffy pantaloons I trod the boards in Opera chorus debut relieved that I could not see the audience the stage lights burned so brightly but after the mad, bloodied Soprano dies and her gullible lover, the Tenor's dispensed I caught a brief glimpse of my adoring fans when with flourish I took my nightly final bow
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