Best Precipices Poems

intoxicated by entwined souls,
breasts beating, breathing
in the amalgamation of us.
trust in lips, tongues, stress
of otherworldly communication.

neo-occasion of bare skin,
slightly shy, surrendering
to the shift and slide—
sensuality played portentously…
innocence irrigated…
blind.

intoxicated by the itch;
you scratch
my back like a kitten.
my feet and knees
find your warm precipices
of carnal knowledge.
together we...

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How bottomless you are, the lonely hell,
how dark and joyless, but the love I fell
in is much deeper. Oh, four words you said
so unexpectedly that my ink bled,
four elements, four natures of despair -
the water of my tears, the smoky air
of sleeplessness, the fire in...

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Love is a catastrophe, a bittersweet madness, a wild affliction that invades your soul,
Disturbs your peace, devastates your routine, transforming you into a shadow of what you once were,
Each moment under its spell an odyssey of contradictory emotions,
Like a storm sweeping across the fields of...

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Himalayas

Eons ago in the planet’s evolution,
During tectonic plate movement: 1
The Indian Island Ma moved northward
Crashing into the Eurasian continent,
To form the Himalayan mountains. 2

Out of the chaos, towering peaks arose,
Piercing heavenly soft, white cotton clouds,
Bursting into clear blue skies as Earth revolved,
And orbited the sun...

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We mere shadows seek supports
When somewhere else lie our beings
Uncared  for  in inarticulate shores,

By  debris  left of uprisings.
Before the delayed departure
Does our bliss alight for a while

On  precipices. In the brief
Interlude within  eternity.
Can traverse on and on it seems.

We...

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The drowned (man), Translation of Etiemble’s poem: Noyé by T Wignesan

( Etiemble who devotes some pages in this only verse volume to translations was a stickler 
to the practice of reproducing the original in its form, metre and prosodical structure, a 
methodology I find quite...

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Time, a cryptic essence, weaves its spectral threads,
Change, an eternal phantom, in ceaseless evolution treads.
Humanity, in languid pursuit of effortless resolution,
Seeks fusion in complex or integrated constitution.

Such is nature's coquettish dance, a macabre ballet,
The apex predators hold sway, in the grand play.
All dangle from gallows,...

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Like a stalking hoarse,

Have endured shrewd days and night,

Like the physician ampoule,

Ready on my skin to pour.

flights from ignorance left these 

Strawberry marks,

Eyes glued on the object
 
compelled to the hard brown wooden logs  in art,

And the iron in room "G02".

Friends and enemies unrelenting...

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Once before, I had walked down a red carpeted isle
to glimpse your solemn face, a memory forever mine.
Why fate had to be so vile,
I still can’t comprehend, and yet here I stand before your shrine.

I had thought of the future, of what lay ahead,
and it...

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You say you never heard
My prayers of last night?
The night was cold and gray
And your memory bold and gay
My bed of straw was bare
My linen- old and thin
And I woke up many times.

One time I sat on my straw
When I turned my head- facing the...

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This is where God breathes! Here is
the mountain wellhead that cannot believe
our bodies are drenched in darkness.
Drops of water burning bright like verses from holy
books.
        Here my heart smiles at
Goethe's heart, like a sun at a sun when...

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Duty, demands, delaying desires.
Destiny, shoves you off, at the precipices
Of life’s uncertain edges.

Karmic outcomes now direct decisions;
Life issues us temporary bivouacs,
that leaves us vulnerable to its storms.
Destiny alters desires –
Even the most well-made plans
Of hearts, minds, flesh, and souls.
The spider’s web has caught his lover:

Suddenly...

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Remember: Alba are quiet, narrow, and corrugated and
Prefaces like precipices make modern living monolithic and claustrophobic…
Pudica are elongated,  oak-shaped and glossy. Dark green color. Ever-blooming.

I’m standing behind you now with your permission, like the
Pedals of Swahili love poems,
Hanging bow, hanging bow,
Says Murchie, “after all,...

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Re : Old Poems


Bells of triumph clang,
Fortresses fain to hail thee
Men of valiant swords.
Glories thence fell, crowns crumbled
To dust, no wailings were heard.

,,

The wind about thy sceptre howl and cry,
Loft precipices trampled;
Ruined rich piles of graves.

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Forms : Tanka / Kimo


(3/21/2012)


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Some scoff 
   others laugh 
Still others watch 
    the dance 
from 
stony precipices 
Don't you realize 
that visions are real things? 
Don't you realize reality is little 
more than an illusion? 
Earthly things sustain us for a short while...

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