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Rew
Fire of Insight
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PAR
PAULO ACACIO RAMOS
Fire of Insight
Portugal 15awards
Joined 26th May 2022
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Idibera

 
Dawns the Autumn.
A Poem opens itself.
Some wings spread.

Flowers blooming
everywhere.
Eyes wide close.
Eyes of wide read.

Open, doors, letters.
Secret Diaries revealed.
Scars still beating.
Signs, gods, runes.

Above the waters
arrises the mist.
Days and waves
keep on building
its Cathedrals.

Sleeps
in my hand
a non-important
poem
an unknown name
carved in a stone.

Idibera is a name
for the thunderbolt
for the woman that rides
the thunderbolt
Idibera is the the silence
after the thunder.

Not like a bird
in the autumn sky
but just like
the flare
that pulses
in my spine.


PAR
Written by PAR (PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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PAR
PAULO ACACIO RAMOS
Fire of Insight
Portugal 15awards
Joined 26th May 2022
Forum Posts: 209

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Jordan
D.O.C.
Thought Provoker
United States 13awards
Joined 4th May 2022
Forum Posts: 245

The First Modern Lady

"I hear the first Nora of Norway was a living doll!"  
-- playwright and modern feminist Henrik Idibera-Ibsen

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"I D I B E R U G" -- the eight runes appearing on perhaps the world's oldest runestone  
recently discovered in Norway and readily translated herein  
by an age-old feminist-poet who adamantly insists he
neither needs his spectacles
nor takes his medication for severe senility  
 
"I Idibera am -- the first of feminists to fight  
against distressing stretch marks plus unsightly cellulite,  
uncomely thighs too big and uninviting boobs too small,  
the female brain -- though be it still quite brainlessly banal --  
all wrinkles round the eyes as well as lines above the lips,  
together with the lack of shapely baby-making hips,  
a walk-in closet absent of a single six-inch heel --  
and any feminist not knowing on all fours to kneel."  
 
*  
 
a dedication of Respect  
for  
the countless women of the past  
who struggled in Pain to become  
the popular real housewives of miami, norway  
 
a revolving helios rhyme in eight lines menippean satire on  
the liberated modern woman in fashionable pumps  
with matching purse  
at the botox party  
 
january 22, 2023 -- yet manifold billion-dollar beauty industries  
plus multitudinous plastic surgery centers  
all at convenient locations near each babe  
brain washed and set with curlers to any desired style
Written by Jordan (D.O.C.)
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robert43041
Viking
Tyrant of Words
Canada 43awards
Joined 30th July 2020
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Idibera

She was a young woman
Who feared nothing
Dared to do everything
Seemingly defied the gods
In her quest to heal those who came to her
For comfort and keep death at bay
She knew of herbs and leaves
She was admired
Yet feared by many men
Who could not deal with her strenght
So one day they tied her to a boat mast
Put it afire and let it sail away
Written by robert43041 (Viking)
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javalini
Fire of Insight
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Joined 4th Apr 2019
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DEAD AGAIN

we are all born
again
our meager dust
gathered
by the gods,
our remnants,
bright and dark,
stitched
into
some strange
garment
through which run
threads of vague
recollections,
impressions
we don't
dare acknowledge,
compulsions rising
as though from
deepest
densest bone

idibera,
born of ice
and rock,
infant soul
cast
among
the ancients
that they might
scratch your
name in stone,
maiden queen
of cold
and hunger,
fire maker,
lover, mother
plain as dirt,
sacred as any,
another
fair pilgrim
wandering
across eons,
seeking
home
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bruised_fruit
Strange Creature
2awards
Joined 8th Aug 2020
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Mrd
Fire of Insight
United States 2awards
Joined 10th Apr 2020
Forum Posts: 29

Idi/Bera

So many wondrous projections      
Give rise to risible trainwreckshuns      
What if she’s a he      
An Idi Amin slash Yogi Berra connection?    
     
Did not the Vikings plunder      
Rape and pillage      
And cut all asunder?      
Strike each village with      
Thoric hammered thunder?      
     
I understand the urge to jump Rorscharch      
The runes, condemn the beastie hordes      
As for me I’ll put away the bloody swords      
And paint her/him with comic words.      
     
Imagine the brutal comic roast      
Of Idi/Berra just off the coast      
Stout brutes from that peak in Darien      
Longboating their way to Scare-again.      
     
Whoever whatever when      
If I err mark it down as a venal sin      
Sorry I couldn’t write a dainty sonnet      
Feel free to jump up and down upon it      
But if you cannot smile, my friend,    
Send my way a simple grin.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
 
Written by Mrd
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