On a soggy dusk, long time ago,
When shadows huddled at every corner,
When rain had gone and birds had roosted,
You held me close and whispered in my ear;
“In your eyes I see, the blue of the sky,
In your soul, you hold the depth of seas,
Love swells, like tides on rise,
My life, I vow, by Jove, never to part”
Your voice, like a tremulous rivulet gurgled,
We stood staring at each other in a warm embrace
With passion sweet, your eyes glowed.
They were like a blue lagoon, deep and peaceful
On my dimpled cheek, a kiss you planted,
A gesture warm with abiding love.
Crisscross lain as warp and weft,
We hoped to weave the garb of life.
Words and deeds that served as balm to soul!
Still, they echo, gushing a flurry of thoughts,
But alas! To a far unknown land you fled,
‘From whose bourn, no traveler returns’,
Wardrobe why do you groan?
I have pain so i groan
To Allah I felt in love
Therefore, I groan
My name is painful Wardrobe
Slowly flows my bourn
Such that my Lord ordered
I have pain so i groan
They found me at a montane
And broke my wing and arm
And deemed worthy to Wardrobe
I have pain so i groan
I am a mountain's tree
Neither sweet nor tasty
To God I am praying
I have pain so i groan
They cut from montane my pain
And converted my state to a ruin
I never get tired of writing poem
I have pain so i groan
I pull my water from low
Turn and pour to tall
All the time I praise my Lord
I have pain so i groan
Jonah who comes to world doesn't smile
Persona doesn't reach to his goal
At this mortal no one stays
I have pain so i groan
Written by Yunus Emre (Dervish Jonah)
Translation Onur Ünlü
Truth Finally Revealed
David J Walker
The lie wrapped in the riddle
Lay bare to the gaze of wonder
If Only
From the middle
There were the words
Of thunder
If Only
I knew the words
A riddle
To challenge passwords
Into places overgrown
An abundance
Of unknown
vocalic menus
The lie wrapped in the riddle
Underlies the leanings of
The liar
Words on fire
used in
Soliloquy & Secularization
The cost is bourn
In hesitation
When truth is finally revealed
Before any thunder and lightning from man is dealt
Before any storm reaching passed the sea to ring the knell
Truth’s dead soul pierces through clouds like moonlight to be felt
A forgotten corpse wasting away in a forest’s well
Guarded by armies of trees that storms have defaced
A forgotten corpse for all consuming birds to smell
Truth’s memorial will outlive kingdoms which will waste
A sea that consumes kingdoms built from sand like Saudi
Which any child on the beach’s large body will taste
Bullets ripping skin apart on Adam’s body
Truth pouring out like red blood shedding tears
Raining on the field’s grass to be seen by somebody
Monarchs dressed in soft and costly clothes blind from beers
Blinded by amber to the truth being death’s firstborn
Screaming and wailing but no monarch even hears
In heaven where not any lightning or thunder is born
Before any thunder and lightning from man is dealt
The angel Armozel accepts Truth his son with no bourn
Truth’s dead soul pierces through clouds like moonlight to be felt
Balloons Geese Parks
David J Walker
The man in the park
With balloons for sale
Dreams are a penny a piece
Balloons float away said Daddy that day
Shall we give one to the Geese
Shall we send a prayer
Into the air
Shall we thank them for their song
Shall we watch for flight
In the mornings light
Shall we cheer them
and steer them along
Shall we sit for a while
And watch and smile
As balloons and geese
Fly away
Shall we pay a penny
And hope that many
Will return for their
Annual stay
The man in the park
With balloons for sale
His dreams are a penny apiece
Bourn by the breeze
And over the trees
Beautiful dreams released
heated Breath
David J Walker
In the beginning
I knew nothing
The end will be the same
Bourn of a single drop of water
heated by the breath of God
Odd the
mix of mire
Refined in fire
And I am Adam lying in the grass
missing a rib
A woman named Eve mentions
Honeymoon options in Mexico
The next I know
The boys are arguing… again
Who is in charge of this scene
It can’t be the snake….
Mingled worths gleaned by contrasting instructions.
Disappearing as I meander amidst sun-soaked wisps.
History is storming, howling, and recoiling further convictions.
Current plans riding the rowdy wave are being crisp.
Ramifications of implied vows reveling from a keen sense,
Beautification isn't rationed by shading or form grip,
Bourn when eyes are drained, writhing, and wailing thence.
Unfulfilled pledges in the lack of truth and empathy,
Ascending to the apex of kindness obtain the rising grace.
Mystical decency, the springtime renew of humanity.
All these are shrinking twigs: wars, dread, and fury.
My trip towards mortality
Started from the day I was born
The length of my journey unknown
But I'm certain to reach my bourn!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 May 2021
Where Thought is Bourn and Grown
By David J Walker
There was nothing
to believe in
Except an idea
An idea born of one thought
And two words
And the words began to mate
And four was made to eight
Which multiplied
Into millions
Turning into matter
And the batter made of thought
Split and scattered into a
Universal clone
Soaring
Somewhere
On its own
Where thought is bourn
And grown
Air-Bourn Into the 20th Century
David J Walker
I was one of the soldiers who
Missed the target of the jump
Nine months up in a cloudless sky
Where some were chosen to live
And others to die
Before their boots hit the ground
Where I found myself in a
Mid -20th Century place that
Didn’t need me to be Prole fodder
Although it didn’t matter to a
Volunteer who chose not to be
Anywhere else
Though prepared and yet
Too inexperienced to be scared
Of the dilemmas of the battle of
Those willing to do the killing in
The business of war
I jumped into the 20th century
Where I thought there would
Never be more
than this
At the end of
a Mushroom Cloud
Creative Thinker
David J Walker
Before it was
It was a thought
That had depth
And meaning
In life and breath of
It’s given dimensions
Taken form
the firmament of the
Flora and fauna and conform
To life from a single cell
In the soiled sweat
Of a thought that would
Be bourn through its
Creative thinker
What a life be; if without a tint packed with spices
All spices high and mild; nostrils filled with its aroma
Whether flow with the Ganga colliding the bourn,
Or sang with the chirping of the Sparrow sitting on the roofline,
The hot spicy heat prickle of the Ghost Pepper Chilli cuddling the tongue
The wild breeze nudges the chest while walking on the land of Sohra,
What a life be; if without a tint packed with spices
All spices add a pinch; just like sugar and salt an Indian lore
Add spices to the game and flaws
Add spices to the love and lust
Add spices to death and conquer
Add spices to lives and victories
What a life be; if without a tint packed with spices
Critters born and die; but good and bad is inscribed in their graves
Spice are harvest and contained; but the tale of aroma
Begins from my kitchenette and voyaging across the overseas
Stage Fright
by Michael R. Burch
To be or not to be?
In the end Hamlet
opted for naught.
NOTE: I interpret Hamlet's famous "To be or not to be" soliloquy as a meditation on suicide. Hamlet considered death preferable to life, but agonized over "what dreams may come" in death's "undiscovered country." Hamlet hesitated to end his life because he feared what might lie beyond. Keywords/Tags: Hamlet, Shakespeare, Theater, Play, Literature, Act, Acting, Action, Exit, Farewell, Goodbye, Leaving, Stage Right, Stage Fright, Soliloquy, Suicide, Death, Undiscovered Country, Bourn, Bourne, Sleep, Sleeping, Eternal Rest, Dream, Dreams, Journey, Voyage
To my terra of roots
my allegiance I vow
I wallow in your fruits
and to your flag I bow.
Dream not till wake of dawn
beaming sun light I wait
burst of glee of no bourn
the feels of the soul, sate.
Awe chills into my spine
as your Hymn in pride sung
for Home in peace I pine
and love never be swung.
How could my pen, you turn
in a fine rhyming word
as my quill longs to learn
inking with grace and verve.
Torn of the flesh; yet it may seem
Extra beats to remind of things unseen
Well then it utters deep within
Silent marks of memories engrave to dream
Yes, it never get drought with drear
Just as how it freely would deeply share
And as much as how it can only bear
The amount of crumpled leaves ripped with care
Never will it ever fail to love you
Hiding through the mask of realities and blues
‘Cause it knows how to clasp a falling clue
As it evoke the time of just me and you
Reminiscing the first time we’ve met in the scene
Strange, a blast of sensations, amongst the realms
You’ve lovingly awaken my long-time slumbering soul
Although, the thing is, for you, it’s just a show
I assent to the circumstance that you won’t see me at all
Yet hope stirs this heart to still strive on
But no pressure on you my dearest
‘Cause this core would only want your happiness
Life’s verve tangled on as it ought to be
Letting go is a start of another bourn authenticity
But this chapter of us is my favored one
Years will pass, yet in my heart, my love, you will certainly be the last
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