Historical Poems

Historical Paint in Town

Exploration!
Confound?
In your exit!
Out myself?
"While Lancaster assumes the role"
News and filming
My first conviction times, bold.
Losing renewal values
Abundantcy people on a crime
I'm sure of that much
When I'm in the business transaction, okay and your going?
Off the call.
It ends in you called yourself back, I'm fine.

Freedom from film in French
Just getting to france takes hello's!

Ahoy!

French Prisoners

Kevin and the

A Historical Fashion Contrast

A lady who entered a fashion contest 
for most authentic historical costume 
was disqualified, the judges pointing out
to her disappointment that she lacked 
Lady Godiva’s most famous accessory –
a horse – and therefore was under dressed.

Hire a Key

The queen has all the power
while foot soldiers goad the king
though he maybe important
the church ahead of hymn

as too crusading bishops
diagonally move to sing
the knights gallant in battle
before a fall within

the castle's rabble- rousers 
encircled squares are ringed
battles meant to topple towers
to where the fight was hinged

the territory taken
with patience wearing thin
when black on white

The mother

Sleep tight, my child dear.
Mother is here, nothing to fear.
If the child snatcher, comes at our steps.
I will stab him with my own hands.
                               

The poisonous

Within the scorpion's belly,
mother's blood is the meal.
I wonder,Is that's why scorpion is poisonous? 
But be the lamb of sheep or the child of scorpion,Both are young sprouts.
I wonder, so does the scorpion taste "sweetness that linger on tongue,
A piercing pain in the throat, the soul torn apart". 
      

The general

With the thousands troop, I the general stride.
Below the land of ancestors pride.
Where dragon soars and tiger leaps with might.
For this, my sword tainted with river of blood.
Bears felony's weight , a mountain heavy tide.
My heart a rock, no regret, no shame reside.
            

The coupe

Biting back at dragon's scale,
I run through the weapons crossing like chaotic clouds flying past.
The mighty sword rise in air, 
Only to drown in sin so deep.
My hands stained with blood so red,
Root betrayed.
Blood of kin,
A price I have paid.
Heaven's cry, in torrent rage.
           

The remaining soldier

(From1)
Snowflakes whisper peace, in Frozen air,
Echoes of battle, comrade beyond repair.

(Form2)
Alone I stand, in snowy vastness wide,
Blood- soaked memories, my comrade demise.

(Form3)
Before me, snow's pure silence deep,
Behind crimson shadows, comrades sleep.
                        

The chang'an's street

" I stand on the chang'an's street with tattered clothes and tattered hands".
I follow deep the fireflies, running barefoot among the sea of faces,
"I get out in the pitch of darkness".
Oh! My beloved now I can "only drink the northwest winds".

              

The silk merchant

Silk merchant 's gaze, a practical sweep,
Fine thread he seeks, where shadows sleep.
A finger points, with eager grace,
"This crimson hue, a rare embrace!"

Young maiden stands,with eyes so deep,
My mother's hand, it secret keep.
The silkworm spun a crimson stain,
Where pain and love, did interwine.

"Her wounded hands, the thread did hold"
A sacrifice, a story to told.
The silk,

Lady Tua

Lady Tua, frequently look in the pond,
 but who may tell her ladyship?
 That turbulent water shows no reflection.

                                    

I'm Only Four

I didn’t care when they loaded all of us into those trucks
Why would I care, I was only four, after all

I didn’t care when they stuffed us into another truck more packed than the last
I was only four, after all

I didn’t care when they kept me with mother and took my siblings and father
I was

in their voice historical

A father calls about the grand hall for his daughters.
His premonitions serve him well, as Ana answers in due time.
He tells her to tell her sisters that they are going to
England, to visit their cousins. King George V found them
to be pompous, a decision he'll later regret.

WWI was spreading talks before they returned home.
King George

HOKKU to HIKU a historical sketch -and translation test

So Japanese
was
the Hokku

  'til the master
came into view

then via Haikai

 on
along  the way

Matsuo Munefusa
  aka
    Bashó
   mastered 
 haiku
a phonetical&cultural
 'onji' *(in sound symbols)
came to be

  traditionally
per·pen·dicu·lar
 as a single line
        in particular


now
HIKU * in English
  to me  or you

  *Hiku is the English language tristich (three line) version(including

SPHINX STONE

 
I am Sphinx Stone, Sun stationed statue
silent sculptured synoptic, not marble or 
granite nor black tourmaline or crystal 
timelines cutting cross my magnetic 
magenta miracle to dissipate in dry 
desert winds, my gaze unmoved 
as quizzing quantum queens swirl 
around a Blue Planet ascending

Sphinx Stone gathering goddess’ goodness 
whilst slippery Sophi-el sprinkle sparkle 
Nile

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