“If you cannot be a poet, be the poem.”~ David Carradine
I am the body, the mind and the soul
The rhythm, the rhyme and the song,
I am the moonlit nights rendezvous
and the days of fun and frolic
I possess the spirit of the Shaman
and the lure of wayward muse
The ever pining spirit of the poet
A wandering soul from the astral plane
I am the inspiration
the flight of imagination
where the whimsical wind weaves
amazing mazes,
Poetry is the staple of life
the elixir of mind
the quintessence of spirit,
If I cannot be the poet
I’ll be the poem—
at once captivating, and liberating.
Lune poetry
I. Lune written in syllables - 3/5/3
II. Lune written in words - 3/5/3
I.
I woke up
from a head trip dream
or did I ...
II.
flight of imagination
the veil of sleep lingers
between two realms ...
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January 07, 2023
Poetry/Lune/Example
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All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
My mind
A kite devoid of string
Is dozing like sky
In the embrace of clouds.
A blank curtain is lying
On fearless void
In the opposite window.
Feeling of a beautiful face
Is growing,
As a seedling sprouts
In the wet climate
I repeatedly peep inside
With a desire to find her
And come out bare-handed,
When I have to write
Some sensitive poems
On streaks of sentiments
Playing on those unseen faces.
And I have to talk
Something else also-
Like my age, capacity to love
And my bound hands
On the path of duty,
Those scare me,
Delude me and
Titillate me severely, too.
Time also,
Like rudderless boat,
Is floating far and far
Beyond my reach.
And knowing everything plainly
How unknown it seems
The mental kite of my poetry.
In life you set limits
And you live by those limits—
Sometimes you are better off,
Sometimes you suffer.
Can you have more fun?
Live a little more if you
step out of bounds once in a while?
Be more adventurous?
A tad more notorious?
Walk in the shadows,
Walk the back alleys
every now and then?
Everyone has to make
that choice on his own,
Everyone invariably pays a price.
Life's lived within the limits,
But the spirit to survive is boundless,
Mind binds us in mysterious knots
Only heart trespasses all limits,
Hope traverses the uncharted realms
And flight of imagination soars to heavens!
Hate transcends all boundaries
So does revenge,
Man’s hunger for war is limitless
So is the longing for peace,
Love surpasses all!
Sin descends to the bottomless pit,
Envy broaches all limits,
Only justice dwells within the bounds,
And so does faith and family.
Limits contest by Chase Trevi
~Abdul Malik, 08/02/15
The softness of silk, the vibrancy of colors,
The scent of a woman, the fragrance of flowers,
The longing in love, the flight of imagination,
The rhythm in music, the creative inspiration -
O, thou art the essence of all that's beautiful!
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