Best Liana Poems

Through the forests of Sumatra
Through the dark and sweaty jungle
Proud and fearless pads the tiger
Pads through bamboo, palm, liana
Powerfully swims across the water
Webbed feet pounding ‘gainst the current,
Unaware of near extinction
Forest dwindling, disappearing
Shrinking by illegal logging
Teak for tables, chairs and profit.

Will our tiger last the...

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Thiru-Valluvar on Praising the Good Qualiities of Ladies: Canto 112 - Nalam Pinainththu Uraiththal

[The poet devotes the third part of his treatise, the Thiruk-Kural to INBATHTHUPPAAL, the amorous relationship between the sexes, i.e.,  cantos 109 to 133. of which the first seven concerns itself...

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Book Three of the THIRUK-KURAL on Un-Authorised (concealed) and Authorised (religion-ordained) LOVE: Cantos 109 THAGAIANANGKURAITHTHAL to 133

(Note: Love between mainly the wedded pair from the standpoint of the fair liana-like “lady” of the pliant bamboo-shoulders, light of tread, fresh as the lotus-shoot of a light-green...

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Second Quiz with even broader hints for blind poets

The Princess Anna stood
   arms half-akimbo
   at the scrawny edge of the receding bank
her Polonaise pollarded down
   to her exposed tarsus heels

A wilting comb of fern and shrivelled grass
  ...

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Part Two

To have written is to leave but a mark
  nothing stands for the proud rhyming syllables
    more than his acquired business acumen
a Vaishya karmic hope

Now we stand aghast before this edifying monument
      and verily wonder...

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You’re wishing to excel the gods in pride –
Your posture is the bearing of a magic empress.
You do not deign to yield to poet’s try.
Alas! I’ve fallen victim to the willful priestess.

So Cupid famous laughs at me this way.
Inventive soul, he’s eager for a trial:
He...

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Age ain't nothing but a number.
Aerial ruby-red
Lithe liana and
Impulsive night-black jaguar,
Young, playful, wild, 
Amusing in chime... 
Hues of metal and blood flood.

Axes make crosses.
Aluminium nonchalant moon
Licking leaves of the purple willows.
I discern a vague amber face
Yelling through winds, smokes and ashes.
Anchors and chains, arms and...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Eleven

Once a wounded turtle dove ground out its pain in a bare poplar
When autumn sunset bid bitter farewells to the lone star
Three black liana lassies trudging homeward swayed to strains:
‘It’s not a second, Seven seconds away,’ from Africa

One...

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Amidst trees cover; shelters shadow, lace 
Ferns, and flora. A citadel's embrace
Once coppice now cracks, and cushion soft moss. 
Liana crawls upon the stone, exhausts 
Castle walls for access to the filter 
Of sunlight, sweet fragrant magic philter.  
Noiseless dark and deep, disquiet rhythmic...

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I'd stopped to have a rest on our morning jungle trek
and had leaned against a liana covered tree
in this land I was a stranger and I didn't see the danger 
that was lurking  just a foot away from me.
With the pinpoint lightning strike like...

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