Eractive verses
dissolve in
circumvented
waves of
irreal words
& surreal swords
(mill for the grist)
Versating ellisions
mutate in
discombobulated
wordclouds of
maloverted lords
& diverted hordes
Egestive extremism
emerges from
specious endgames
& epic sadism
Mismusing holists
grope for hope
within mischievous holes
& eternal sloth
Blobified circumstances
cavort with
aversive erasures
ensuring elusive endings
& erosive circumbobulation
(grist for the thrill)
Categories:
irreal, dark, humorous, nonsense, surreal,
Form: Free verse
"Thus Spoke Zarathustra"
proclaims the Dawn of Man &
The Monolith
From the ancient past
to the (retro)futuristic present
as the flying bone
becomes a satellite in orbit
Blue Danube waltz
serenades space:
the Pan Am space plane
gracefully docks with
the space station
Ligeti’s haunting polyphony
envelopes space:
Floyd visits
The Monolith on the
immaculately stark moon
Beautifully tragic
Khachaturian ballet suite
announces the Discovery’s
lonely mission to Jupiter
Bowman methodically unplugs
the homicidal HAL
as the psychopathic e-brain
sadly sings “Daisy, daisy…”
He enters the wormhole
in the Monolith orbiting Jupiter
travels through infinity
at FTL velocity
transfixed by the epic
irreal journey
And then finds himself in a
luxury hotel room
somewhere in the universe:
dying on a bed
he sees the Monolith
and is transformed
into a Star-Child
who floats toward Earth
What will the Star-Child
do?
Categories:
irreal, film, music, space, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
Excesso e Falta
Na vida e nos negócios
perdemos o real por falta de atenção
e criamos o irreal por excesso de imaginação.
Se você busca a realidade,
deve se libertar de todas as origens,
culturas e padrões de pensamento
e sentimento.
Antes de tudo, abandone toda a identificação pessoal,
pare de pensar em si mesma como tal e tal
ou tal ou aquilo,
isto ou aquilo.
Você sempre está completa
aqui e agora,
não carece de absolutamente nada
que já não tenha. Só precisa
Categories:
irreal, business,
Form: Free verse
Alive are my embers
Alive in great numbers
Taking life from my dreams
Those irreal ones, so it seems
Yet, their motto is to burn and to flare
Even when without an ounce of air
Having their basis in hope
They make me climb every slope
A dream or a sign
To discard, I would never deign!
A mystery brought forth in a temple
When misery and despair came in ample!
Alive are still my embers
A decade later life still clambers
Yet, as long as I breathe and write
My embers shall bring me to my light
Anoucheka Gangabissoon
For the contest Burning Embers
Categories:
irreal, christian, faith, life, me,
Form: Couplet