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 paper
I fell for The Wrong
Became A Fool
I Rose Still
There began The Voyage with Poetry
It brought the best in me
I became a Paper orphan
The Invention of a village life
The Legend Walking
From Being A Lyric Commando
To being Parizo La Poeta
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 and mounds full
of radiant energy and surprise,
an adventure for our eyes,the
texture comes alive.
Opulence ,intricate yet plain
apparent yet unreal accidents
in time and space,colour
flowing without restraint
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 honey bee
sings with delight
nearby in sunshine
a blackberry blossoms
winter's summer pudding
in the silence
my thoughts plod the path
of yesteryear
In my old calendar
her yesterdays-
in tears I reminesce
waters of Spring
in the paddy field-
green shoots in my heart
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 roof - the blackbirds make over
*
carol concert prelude- - chatter of innocents
*
footsteps in the street - echos of a distant youth
*
filaments in ferment - the elements touch base
*
a tumbleweed,windblown - the bounty-hunter dismounts
*
at ease on my bookshelf - yesteryear's leisured hours
*
a rainbow arises - through a curtain of tears
*
between wind and water - skating on black ice
*
shadows of yesteryear - distortions in todays dreams
*
as a sequence
a perambulator arrives - emptiness takes its leave
.
a quietness descends - fresher term opens
.
room-to-let sign illumes - emptiness returns
"
spaces-SEPTEMBER I
empty slides in the park
chatter fills the school bus
spaces- SNUFFED OUT
Bad light stops play
The muscians retire
Note: Haydn's Farewell Symphony
spaces-CATARACT
The mist lifts slowly
A new vista is unveiled
spaces-CATCH-22
A window pane shatters
Nobody makes a home run
SPACES 2
HISPANIC REVERBERATIONS
Blue-bells
SPACES 1
SHADY LADIES
Hostas
spaces- REFRACTION
a rainbow on high
liquid to light
spaces-THEOPHANY
This is my beloved son
Hear Him?
spaces-PECKING ORDER
Sparrow on the bird table
the hawk has a feast
An Abstract spaces poem
Close your eyes
What did you see?
the single lanterne is a half
American cinquain
VIDUAGE
Tall
nettles-
the dutch hoe
rusting in the
shed.
Lanterne #5
a
sea mist
rolls inshore-
daydreams deluge
me
Lanterne#18
Blind
alleys
so often
have the deepest
ruts.
Lanterne 3
By
a stream
so shallow-
stoops a willow
tree.
Lanterne 177
May
blossom-
confetti
dancing on the
breeze
ART SCHOOL
The
secret
of seeing-
knowing how to
see
RISING STAR
A
life in
the fast lane-
five minutes of
fame.
An ekphrasis lanterne after
Modern Idol by Boccioni
STILL LIFE
A
painting
on a plate-
simple breakfast
piece
DRIFTING
our
feelings
subside as
we go with the
flow
light
frost whitens
the frozen verge-
inert below,summer
awaits
under
the hedge a
welcome haven-
down my neck raindroplets
trickle
dozing
on the lawn
St Swithans day-
large round spots splash into
my lap
missing
in action-
his memory
clipped to a bedroom
mirror
a kiss
an affair-
separation
drowns into memory's
abyss
the elk
cub misses
the herd's retreat-
a lone wolf howl calls to
the pack
splendour,
luxury
and much fine art-
in abstentia-the
gentry
a school
of dolphins-
on the starboard
a synchronised swimming
display
winter
turns to spring
high in the trees-
the rookery erupts
in noise
Roasted
chestnuts on
bonfire embers-
forties recollections
alight
smitten
by a smile
the warmth of love
engaged and now lives on
engraved
five toes
and a pad
imprint the snow-
hunger brings a stranger
at night
colour
attracts a
bee here and there-
but fragrance stops it in
its tracks
over
the stubble
carrion crows-
the game-keeper heads home
for tea
August
shaded gold
becomes monsoon-
berries rot beneath the
bramble.
a drop
of water
upon the ground-
forever lost,without
a sound
inspired by 2 sam 14:14
Kisses
and cuddles
with whispered sounds-
love reciprocates
our need.
sunlight
on the tiles
dusted with snow-
rivulets overflow
the butt
dank fog
envelops
a bonfire night-
the party becomes a
damp squib
a thick
mist blankets
the winter dawn-
necklaced jewels bedeck
the hedge
a blue
plume curls from
the damp ashes-
yesterday's visions still
haunt me
the first
heavy frost
whitens the lawn-
overnight fall becomes
winter
muffled
bells echo
across the square-
sepia memories
surface
humid
canopy
of sultry days-
torrid tempers simmer
inside
A cinqku is an 'English language 'version of a tanka with 17 syllables 2;3;4;6;2
no title and last two(or three) lines being a surprise/comment on the first three
lines ie as in he American Cinquain of Adelaide Crapsey.Cinqku was created by American poet Denis Garrison
T Rex - a compendium
I asked the T Rex why he looked rather glum
He said I’ve this lovely sharp claw on my thumb
But life's such a b.itch
My butt’s got an itch
And I simply can’t reach my own bum
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T Rex gave his lady a peck
She said honey please kiss my neck
He liked her all right
So he gave a love bite
And that’s when her head hit the deck
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Jurassic Park was too dear for us
We snuck in dressed all ‘stegosaurus’
We’re now not sure whether
That idea was clever
That T Rex ain’t gonna ignore us
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Tyrone was a tyrannosaurus
Who fancied a big brontosaurus
Her name was Gillian
Their love was reptilian
The details are too sordid for us
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He hunted that Jurassic coast
For the primeval prey he loved most
The sky overhead
Went fiery red
Alas pretty soon he was toast
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Rudolph has got a red nose
From going where no reindeer goes
The roof that had ice on
Belonged to Mike Tyson
It ended up coming to blows
*****
This book about reindeer, I’ve recently found
Says reindeer eat leaves and grass from the ground
There’s also a chapter or two
That should give us humans a clue
They never eat raisins where rabbits abound
*****
A reindeer should not pull a sleigh
That’s what I heard Santa Claus say
The smells that they make
Catch him in their wake
And then when they tinkle they spray
*****
Santa’s just bought a new chopper
He’s learning to fly good and proper
The chopper’s a winner
No turkey for dinner
So Rudolph has just come a cropper
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