Translation is a fine art
wreaks havoc with volition
Errors of commission
divulging those of omission
~ Entry in 'Bite Size 94' contest ~
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Date: November 30, 2024
Meeting the second Thursday each month at The Commemoration Hall
The Huntingdon Poetry Collective an open invite to one and all
When I first attended I had no idea of what to expect
I soon discovered all are treated with kindness and respect
All equally welcomed, regardless of experience, established or new
A place to read or just listen, a non-judgmental place for you to be you
Poetry can be read in silence but as a group it’s about spoken word
Celebrated classics, forgotten gems or self-penned work, all there to be heard
Individual minds that work in their own way
Shaping words that form pictures and music of what they wish to say
As varied as Dali, Lowry and Constable all there to be seen
From Rimsky Korsakov to Punk Rock and all that’s between
Various inspirations provide their start
Producing different styles and forms of art
Unconditional acceptance, an inspiring group to which anyone can belong
Embracing commonality, not differences, a place of no right or wrong
I am sure Interstate 94 is on that map!
My husband is getting impatient now.
I have been telling him for an hour.
I am not good at reading maps.
He is finally paying attention.
“It is NOT ON HERE!” I yell.
He finally pulls off at an exit.
“This is an Indiana map! We are in Michigan!”
That would explain my confusion for the last hour.
94.A man,aged thirty years,shall marry a maiden of twelve who pleases him,or
a man of twenty-four a girl eight years of age;if(the performance of)his duties would(otherwise)be impeded,(he must marry) sooner...
Note.Paedhophiles kay liye good news..
lilac trees in spring
overflowing with colours
cascading blossoms
cherry tree in bloom
full of flowering foliage
strong scent of perfume
early buds of spring
peeking out of the branches
delayed nest building
We look at any object external
Gradually withdrawing senses into the internal
A slow motion cognitive dissociation
Dimming perception while heightening attention
Such is the practice we may further tweak
In a manner where we unseekingly seek
The seeming void of emptiness within
Has within it abstract emotions raging
Withdrawing slowly from them too
The magnetised void we fervently renew
Distilled attention
Nurturing this meditation
Equal in the dark as well as the light
Tranquil calm purring with blissful delight
15-October-2020
reality..at the point of perception
so quiet
is
this love
how
to
tell...
and
yet
something
has
changed me..
is this love:
How
will
we
know
how
to tell..
so
quiet
now
Inspired by mueic of Not In Love
vietnam reflections 94
the gusts come through the window
wind rolling straight off the lake
water looks choppy today
looks cold and gray
not a good time to take
up the pots
not much fishing
not much anything
except too much time to think
and remember
and drink
might go over to the mainland
and pick up some nets
check out the horses
and place a few bets
anything to chase the ghosts
out of my head
the dead and dying
the almost dead
we brought their bodies back
their hearts and souls are free
we all wished that it was us instead
in those flag covered caskets
guess it wasn't our time
just wasn't meant to be
Icy roads and side streets
Cold: possible snow flurry
--Drive slow; Don't hurry!
Sung to the melody of when I’m 64 by The Beatles
Gotta keep working an extra few years
(Not like years ago)
Governments are screwing us for every dime
I can’t afford a bottle of wine
Hip's been replaced
Yes I’m getting old
I’m too old to twerk
But I’m so needy
and my pension won’t feed me
But I’m ninety four!
Written after being inspired by ‘Stupid People’ poem by SillyBilly theKidster
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/stupid_people_900910
05~16~17
Now That I'm 64 by SillyBilly the Kidster
I gotta keep working an extra few years,
not like years before.
Government is screwing me for every dime,
I can’t afford a bottle of wine.
Hip's been replaced,
yes I’m getting old.
I Can't Work Any More,
but I'm still needy,
social security won't feed me,
now that I'm 64.
05~17~17
Be a lovely flame
Sparkle makes the earth to spin
For pain, loss and death
12.12.2016
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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COPLA 94 INVOCATION : This Bad Guy World
Can the State be arraigned by the State
And condemn and imprison itself :
Whose is the blame
Do many Bad Guys make Bad Guy State
Or does one the other way round delve
To reveal game
Tyrannosaur states auto-absolve
Themselves for the wrongs of bad guys :
Raison d’Etat
Yet selfish acts of Bad Guys resolve
Themselves into acts of the Wise :
Au nom d’Etat
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Haiku 94
morning tiptoed along slow water winding ways
I ask for refuge to Allah from Satan the exiled evildoer.
In the name of Allah the Kind and the Giver.
Haven’t we for you opened up your breast
And taken off from you burden of your all regret
Which felt like something heavy on your back
And we have enhanced your name and fame to cure the ache.
Surely sorrow resides with happiness
Of course sorrow resides with happiness
So when you are free, show the respect
And make your Lord your exclusive object.
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