Compendium Poems - Poems about Compendium

By Paris Thulare This time I wear no dark color This time I wear no scar My words cleansed me My lines made me From bieng a Black child I transformed and became The Voice Egoisim and Pride tasted my margins From the Harbour with Valour I began singing Night Hyms Unexpectedly Feelings bled I started chasing...

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CHRISTIAN QUINTILE Habits Ingrained die hard, We need a helping hand To disrobe,transmute our inner Nature with Beauty free from above, Embedded in our heart With loving kindness,ready to Impart. CHRISTIAN QUINTILE II Jesus Fountain of life Beginning and our end- For all to see,was and will be Our God the God who is alive,active And of the loving kind- Available,accessible I am ready to Transform Renew,complete- Changed in a moment into New robes. Christianity today hacked to pieces... ...

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OPEN Each chiselled line enamel images to float upon sounds ...

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A BACKWARD GLANCE Alongside a Chiltern chalkstream I lay me down to dream, of country paths,stiles and steep slopes, those days,long ago,filled with hope; I dreamed of days of summer sun when my life had just begun, climbing trees,cricket on the green, the first time I made the school team; Football with coats and tennis ball, bonfire night fireworks in the Fall, carol singing through silent...

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CHRISTIAN Concern,compassion,comfort CHARITY ! Commitment,consensus,concord COMMUNITY ! Comunion,converse,counsel CONNECTIONS ! Constant,candid,confession CREED ! Conviction,contentment,completeness CARPUS ! Contributor,curative,crusading CHARISMA ! COVENANT ! CHRIST ! CHURCH ! Fine words it's true melodious metrical metaphors ...

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Spring always brings forth a smile Just ask a butterfly Summer lightens every heart Just hear the skylarks cry Autumn colours tint our view As daylight waves goodbye Winter ,sleeping,bides its time When all nature seems to die. FOUR SEASONS Spring ever brings a smile- summer lightens long Fall tints...

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mene tekel peres - calligraphic prescience. global village voice - a dialect of babel the poetry slam - pen viva voce inherent bloodline - curdle into nepotism Atlanta's Oliver Hardy so pretentious and somewhat lardy, had a sidekick,bungling,but thin both silently,still bring a grin The talented Christina Rossetti wrote carols and much poetry. Married love elluded her,I'm afraid, the poor lass dying as a spinster maid Dante...

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1 Bella He opened the window- in streamed his first love with flowers, dressed in white- she haunted his art. An Ekphrasis in lanterne sequence on Marc Chagall 2. FLAMING JUNE an ekphrasis A flimsy negligee betrays her round shape- an honest innocence in becalmed deep sleep. After Frederick Leighton 3. PERCEPTIONS The painter creates the appearance of things- we thereby see each of them in a new light. An ekphrasis after Kirchner 4. REVELATION Drop by drop- into the unconscious mind. Ekphrasis inspired by Pollock's style ACCIDENTS IN TIME and SPACE a Pollock Ekphrasis A counterpoint to tease floating paint in swirls...

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PERPETUAL PETALS The bouquet of autumn, lasts but a short while- but real flowers live- that spring from our soul to sprinkle here and there in posies of love- such coloured aromas, garland others' day SPRING Purple vetch and ribwort plantain Jostle lush clover in English rain Dogrose dotted on a briared sprawl prickly as it meandrs tall Speaking volumes of words,unheard Spring,flowers,in which all senses merge FLOWERS OF THE FIELD Daisy,buttercup,yellow cowslip together mix in fellowship MUTED Silent, nature's flowers with which all senses merge- become a dialogue with...

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TOMORROW IS ALWAYS YESTERDAY The day my love was rejected My soul itself,was so dejected All the nights drift into the surreal My life's..a nightmare..so unreal Pain touches my inner core The day she said no more..no more Concentration just flies away Tomorrow is always yesterday.... Questions,questions nag my mind Answers..missing I cannot find The perfect circle ,broke in two This curtain obliterates my view Her eyes said...

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On the wind,a bell Muffled from across the square Raindrops fill the air on the lawn as summer draws to its close lily petals timeworn kissing-gate swinging- eternally hitched to you my heartfelt love shadows in the sky- fluttering across my eye a brown butterfly the country stile hedged the wild flower meadow where I sit awhile he dusted the album- a memory of love trickled down his cheek out of the blue the...

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on the wind a bell tolls memories surface words unerased- the image fades with a tremor of light- daybreak tinges the nigrescent sky grey- the horizon appears distinct in my mind's eye without- the waning sun warms my face shalom cloaks the wells within hanging from the trees winter fog welcomes the dawn and obscures the light-- cobwebs shimmer necklaced to the hedge huddled together from the heeting rain the unbrellas moc the hearse- then in twos slowly separate the...

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VIGNETTE FORM an example In the base motor pool See an off-limits card school- A scheming Bilko takes the pot Hoodwinking top brass was his game, Fast talking his claim to fame. Vignette=a 5 line light verse that tells a short story some further examples as below VIGNETTE-ALL OF A ZITHER Across Vienna's old town In a sewer underground, They tracked down..Harry LIme, A Third Man...

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AMERICAN CINQUAINS Poems in shapely form, displaying syllables or stresses in a versatile refrain. Created. by both Adelaide Crapsey & William Soutar LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT-a quintile(LINKED cinquains) We had met and conversed, a rapport on first sight- a chance meeting to a life's time delight that Summer evening silken, long..an encounter of initiations together explored as Desire welled within- words became a promise so sublime,to love now and for all time. MY FONDEST MEMORY My love Beguiled me,with Soft sensuous lips,sleek Long thighs...

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Monoku is a senryu/haiku with a slight enigmatic flavour written in its earlier as a one line form * dear john she replies - dipping her pen into tears * listen to the pause - silence is golden A tribute to Erik Satie * the school-bus departs - she eats the advent candy * on garibaldi's retreat - the cookie crumbles * moss carpets the...

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