Who can remember the first time we felt the beat of our heart?
Was it when we first kissed or had it broken?
Possibly, it was when we were first told about the metaphorical love of the heart!
Maybe it was when we used it as appreciation for one’s token!
Whether it beats in the light or the rain!
The warmth goes on in the cold and shocks us to the core!
The hidden thoughts of the mind become our Bain!
It goes through to the soul as it moves quickly like an iron bore!
Gripping the heart and soul together is either blissful in a warm embrace
Or it is a cold vice hold on our emotions
Let the warmth of our enemies be to their face a wet mace!
Maybe we should curse our choices and devotions.
In my heart, you are the burning kindle upon my fire!
You are the one who set ablaze my smile and rekindled my desire!
Short forms have beauty & clarity having succinctness and thus are more easily memorised having the capacity to both show & tell,especially when sequenced into longer variations.And some forms like acrostic,kyrielle, terzanelle, villanelle&pantoum are useful 'learning
the trade' exercise devices just as scales are used to teach piano.They tend however to be too contrived,repetitive and so mechanical.
The danger with longer verse ( labelled as 'free' ) is the lack of ' poetry ' therein ie no cadence and thereby visually difficult to both read and recite . In this digital device age ,this bain thereof 'the 'wrap around' long lines , which all too often,are in reality ,prose 'masquerading' as verse.
The golden rule of poetry ,whether reading or reciting any verse is one 'breath limitation' factor,naturally inherent in the human being.
"Fathoms Deeper"
What are these strange creatures?
They swim in skins
not their own
calling us
into them
they amuse us
we are fathoms deeper
they
are a long way
from Home
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Swimming with orca in New Zealand, 2/3/2016.
https://youtu.be/JQ3mDXF3bcE
July, 2022. Gold Coast, Queensland, Australia.
Orcas.
Billy Bain, Facebook
https://www.facebook.com/865795424/videos/pcb.10166246143865425/1057112558247174
https://www.fisheries.noaa.gov/species/killer-whale
https://www.livescience.com/27431-orcas-killer-whales.html
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orca
Agay lun pechay lun
lun lun lun
Dain lun bain lun
lun lun lun
Opar lun nechay lun
lun lun lun.
Note.Ham sab lund ki paidavar hain.
Hamaray opar Lanat bay shumaar....
Love gives
wings,
friendship
plant,
love takes care,
friendship
understand...
love shakes
structures.
friendship builds
bridges,
love snatches
to the heights
friendship leads
at peace...
love is further
cheerful and
further sad...
love boils
a thousand degrees,
the friendship in
bain Marie.
love is further
passion, friendship
understanding...
when they merge
love and friendship,
the life is
the true paradise
permanent...!
A moment without love
what could be for
Where I'm just lying
a longing core
Where all I want
is peace of mind
When all my heart
is swept to find
And only love is fine by me
When not enough to set it free
Though long enough to cause it pain
and drawn as small as down the drain
As all my feelings have no end
to what is loved for me to end
When only love is lost to me
as all I've loved flows back to me
And ending in a world of bain
when reaching out means no one plain
As all my love is out to be
detached from life I know to be
And all her love not fit to see
As all her love to bright for me
For I am weak and still in love
When all the times's means meant to shove
Where love can take you to the other
but not be seen for love another
As only God can make what's true
when all that's life must pay to you
For all the wonders you would stead
for all the love that's God ahead
When even love is left to him
in only loved by blessed to whim
The shame was relished
when met with wanting eyes
How I longed to be held
and open up for sexting blighs
When every thought I had to have was..
trust for shaming eyes
When ever trust I knew to see
was faith for moving thighs
When all at once a voice would say
don't move for what comes by
When at that time were fates what made
more safe come back for time
As at that light was one response
more plates come back to dine
When in that Hell more words go by
than sakes claw back on line
When everywhere each person's reach
brocks back for each to rine
Is everywhere each hopes the least
tore out from beast oblign
And every hope
all lost to man
unqueath
you'll cost to clan
When every time you waited for
was blessed more plate to find
When every fall where plate could tyne
was placed on death for kind
And calling all who feel the shame
to come down to the pain
When even love's past half that mind
And most flee post-bast bain
I work for a fellow called Bain
Whose cancer gives him a pain.
I cleaned his house til it gleamed,
made him feel better it seemed
So he asked me to come again and again!
Written 2000
The bain of authors, homophones, and this, I will add is not an ad in favour!
I have, I've walked down many an aisle on many an isle.
Drawn an arc whilst designing an ark.
I'm aurally embarrassed causing me to be orally harrassed!
My breath bated as I wait for the results of my baited trap.
I could be a bard if I wasn't barred from reciting my poems.
Based on advice by the chef of the day I know when I baste my joint it'll be okay.
Bow, beau and bow, I give up, what do I know?
What I do know is Mother Nature found Earth,
Made it her berth and gave birth to us all.
Well on homophones I've feasted, but, now I'm going to try some roast boar, and,
whilst eating I'm thinking and hoping you didn't find the first course a bore.
And not too corse else I'll really feel sore.
If you did? Don't brood as I've brewed ya a cuppa
to wash it all down! As I know y'all be asking for more.
Ah, my son is shouting, "The sun is shining please
take me out for the day"!
5/13/18
Premiere II - Open Poetry Contest sponsored by rob cormac
New tenant, new tile,
Got me Christopher
Columbus,
Didn't come to
Harm us
Or else, I tag him
Vincent Price,
Twice as nice in
Dracula Drag.
A message here
For moving blues?
Seems clear: Sail On
Girl, To New World
with flag unfurled
He lived and loved,then
sharpened a pen,opening
wide his heart and life for
all to see,his legacy in
structured prose & poetry.
But there was more, in store,
his past dug up from memory,
a personal perspective forever
revealed in four tomes of biography.
Ekphrasis tribute to the English poet Vernon Scannell(aka Bain) 1922-2007
Listen to me read this tribute ekphrasis on youtube under pen name ichthychiro
James Bain imprisoned in jail for a crime he did not commit
Proclaiming his innocence that took a long 35 years to acquit
Accused of raping a nine year old boy, when he was just nineteen
That his young life would be stolen from him was devastatingly unforeseen
All because he fit the description, a case of mistaken identity
Now facing years of hardships, gone the days of relaxed serenity
The mental anguish he must have endured, one can not conceive
Yet, he's not angry or bitter, angst most of us could not perceive
Four motions were denied for DNA testing on his case
The fifth proved his innocence and became his saving grace
Released when he was 54, with a smile that doesn't leave his face
He says: "it's because I got God", his devout faith he does embrace
Now positive and happy, he is an inspiration to all mankind
To fight and not to give up hope when dealt cards justly unkind.
Sponsor ~ Black Eyed Susan
Contest Name ~ Wrongful Imprisonment or Sentenced
(NP) SHE WAS KIDDING
Its not offensive odors which bother me
That’s the province of my loving and ever-tolerant wife: she
Whose nose can detect a shoeless sock
Which has been worn for even a half hour on the clock,
Or me cooking sausages even before they start to smoulder,
Or if I ate onion three days ago. No. As I get older
It’s noise pollution which is my life’s bain,
Especially rock music which gives me pain,
The guys with 600 watts in their car at the red light,
The punks on the corner sharing earpieces in the night,
And I can still hear it half a block away straight.
Obviously good music ended with Sergeant Pepper in 1968
But the worst of all the modern notions is (c)rap
“Music”. I mean who was it that told the guy in the baseball cap,
The fat guy in sunglasses, that he could sing?
Was it his mother? Didn’t he know she was kidding?
……………………………………………………………………………………….
Entered in Susan Burch’s Contest Noise Pollution
Lost in the Translation
“Donnez-moi un verre de vin”
My accent seemed strange at the Paris café
They brought me an entire carafe of wine
And I drank it all to my escort’s dismay
When I asked, “Ou est la salle de bain?”
Le confused garcon led me to the alleyway
“Où sont les toilettes?” I tried again
“C'est à l'hôtel,” was all he could say
Groaning, “Sacré bleu, PARDON MY FRENCH!”
I spun and jogged miles to my hotel in haste
Two thousand for airfare, far more for a tutor
Such an investment seems quite a “waste”
When all you want is to relieve yourself
And still cannot locate the proper place
*Assigned phrase for Deborah’s contest: PARDON MY FRENCH
Lying with you there on the ground
the night is silent cept for a distant sound
it rolls from above ,but does`ntcome down,
the flashes that caused it shows what I have found
Just when I should be calm and quite content
I think ahead to the next day and I doubt it`ll be
the way I want it.
I was starting to feel weak and wrong
and I began to shiver.
Then you squeeezed me tight and str;ong
`till I coukld only quiver.
My breath was shalllow and quick and I was scared,
then you squeezed me even tighter untill my fear was bared.
I was begining to think I`ll alllways sleep alone,
then you were beside me and we were alone.
I felt unsure , then you said for sure.
I was startring to wander and float off the ground,
then you took me where no one was around,
we stirred up some thunder and sparked some lighting,
for some reason that storm was not so frightening.
(c) Brian Bain
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