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I heard an angel speak last night and he said "write"
With lantern light weary I write this morbid night
The moon above the meadows move in gloomy mist
With pen in hand, hermit a man and death amidst
Oh shall I walk the aisles of graves and hundred names
With flowers full of life financed on furnished frames
Below the wind and warmth of night do whispers woe
In fear I'm not for I care take of those below
For I have seen many a man and woman cry
And I have seen many a man and woman lie
Distilled in death with only breath of the beloved
Mourning above...mornings above heavenly loved
But something is a happening around the night
If not a dream how dost darkness so quicketh light
How frogs appear around lilies that left the fog
Where branches dance with trees beyond their childrens log
As ponds appear upon plateau of grave and sand
And stars above nomadic night come down to land
And voices of the birds play like a violin
And whispers of the wind hum like a hundred men!
It is at this moment that wings appeared to be
Uplifted from the back of her in front of me
Dear Angel, ye are he that spoketh write of thee
But in the nude in front of me am I to flee?
With hair in waves and arms extended out to see
Appeared to me...appeared to be...a flame of sea
That swept the cemeteries floor with torch and fire
And all in death consumeth life 'twas her aspire
A paradise on earth and wedding full of life
As they I have buried myself were full of light!
Women and men and children spread
A graduation of the dead
Ceremonious gift of beings
Thy conquered death, thy wearest wings!
Forth in her hands were flowers of a thousand-fold
And when she walked her footsteps formed a flood of gold
With every step a flower from her drew to ground
In mystic motion as she moved her wings would sound
Just like a brush of wind, angelic crystal wings
Face of fertility that wore a crown of rings
Unselfish all in all with fingernails of fire
Did pierce my heart into my soul a strong desire
To learn to love and love to live and live to give
Yes even in the dire darkness something lives
Believe me not and no one shall when I doth tell
The timid night I heard an Angel's voice exhale
Oh Angel it is thy that is in sacred stone
That came to me in flesh and now thy flesh is gone
Johnny Sumler
June 17, 2011
Angels In Cemeteries
Matsuo Basho: English translations of Haiku about winter, cold, rain, rains, frost, frosts, snow, snowflakes, wind, children, childhood, hail, hail stones, winter life.
Mushroom-gathering,
rushing to beat
cold evening rains.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Ceremonious
hailstones
assail my hinoki hat.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Caught hatless
in a winter shower?
So it goes.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
How many frosts
have tested
this pine’s mettle?
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
A winter drizzle
obscures
the field’s freshcut stubble.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
The drinkers’ faces
paler than the snow:
a flash of lightning.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
The polished mirror
clear as snowflake petals.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
The relentless wind
sharpens rocks and stones,
topples cedars.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Cold fear
desolate as a deserted
frost-crusted shack.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
How marvelous,
the winter snow
will return as rain.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Children come running,
dodging jewels:
hailstones.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
At least the world has left,
unblemished and unbegrimed,
a single wooden bowl.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
The bowl in question had been left by Rotsu in Osaka, and was returned undamaged seven years later. Rotsu was a Basho disciple.
The mud snail’s closed lid:
winter confinement.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Inside my hut,
watching my own breath:
winter confinement.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
So weary of Kyoto,
of the withering wind
and winter life.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
I will soon be included
among the fortunate ones:
beyond winter.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Lying here numb staring at the walls of filth
Waiting for the time, the moment of truth
Its time now, I am going. So long!
Ceremonious exile to the world I belong
This wasteful existence they call life
I've endured for long this strife
Mortal souls thrive in this hollow black hole
This bottomless pit I've lost my soul
The futile depths I delved were like endless roads
The well of ignorance, the reign of knighted toads
I lied low in the deep trenches of the shallow pits
Enslaved and suppressed by my noble kings
I've waited for aeons for that fireball to die
And the immortal light to begin and shine
Honorable men and dutiful wives have arrived
To see this iconoclast getting rightfully crucified
Let this bring World Peace and justice for all
For ‘In god they trust', ‘god save'em all'
The resonant sound of their march I hear
My royal attire for the night is coming near
Those iron chains of freedom I can already feel
Emancipated and flying to the surreal
It's such a joy to die as a beast
Social animal with inhuman traits
‘Created' by a sacred clan called mankind
Cast-away by men who stab from behind
They take me away to the crossbar poles
Fearless soldiers, moral zealots and sacred souls
The clergy waiting eagerly for the moment so gory
Their moment of bliss and ephemeral glory
They open their newly bound books
Sanctimonious preachers and wicked crooks
Revered and feared they just want to be
Ready to sing me my final lullaby
For my glorified soul to rust in pieces
May it satiate their spirits, my nemesis
The executioners back on duty again
Their ten seconds to fame about to begin
Dignitaries receiving judicial enlightenment
Taken some time off for some family entertainment
Crucified and hanging from the gallows heights
I take a tranquil look at the last sights
Of a treacherous world that was never mine
A world of miseries and remorseless crime
The bells are chiming, now is my time
Bid farewell to a life unworthy of a dime
But mark my words till the end of your days
I'll be in the worst nightmare you'd ever face.
Dawn hurls
Magic aura;
Song birds sing
~~~~~~~~~
Cheery sunrise
Poetry of light;
Ceremonious new day
~~~~~~~~~
Awakening
Dreamy lines linger;
Unremembered glimpses
~~~~~~~~~
Brisk walk seeking
Wet market food supplies;
Fresh vegetables greet
~~~~~~~~~
Busy food court
Crowded queues;
Hunger strikes a pose
~~~~~~~~~
Early morning queue
Banking transactions;
Money on the move
~~~~~~~~~
Friendly fruit vendor
Skins three pineapples;
Durians? Very nice!
~~~~~~~~~
Night market stalls
All sorts of stuff;
Even used books for sale
~~~~~~~~~
My wife cooks
Family meal happiness;
Home-styled 3-Michelin Stars!
~~~~~~~~~
Our Prime Minister
Gives a hearty Rally Speech;
Beaming smiles like poetry
~~~~~~~~~
Bay front shoppes
Luxury goods sparkle;
Nice can be a vice
~~~~~~~~~
Too little too late
Now gone with the wind;
Regrets accumulate
~~~~~~~~~
Listen now
Your heart speaks;
Stormy revelations
~~~~~~~~~
Images flash
Ideas and insights;
Picture portraits swirl
~~~~~~~~~
Late to bed
Early to rise;
Prize of the wise!
~~~~~~~~~
Morning rain
Wind chanting secrets;
Nondescript verbiage
~~~~~~~~~
Hibiscus flowers
Pink, red, yellow, orange;
Spectrums of hot weather
~~~~~~~~~
Plumeria ventures
Blooming in the sun;
August transfiguration
~~~~~~~~~
Stash of cash
Money for a rainy day;
Smile on my face
~~~~~~~~~
Words stream surge
Seeking a nuance;
Fragments and moments
~~~~~~~~~
So much to do
So little time;
Let's enjoy the breeze
~~~~~~~~~
Bus-stop heat wave
Pouring sweat ooze;
Humid and hot afternoon
~~~~~~~~~
Oriental beauty
Pretty and sexy;
Beer hostess serving
~~~~~~~~~
Electrons busy
Word craft attends;
Wet rain on concrete
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
20 August 2014
Singapore
Modern Consternations of Lament
Contradictions and formulations of thought that bridge the edges of time
Benedictions and combinations that evolve into the refined
Jurisdictions and innovations that are galvanised by crime
Crucifixions in the courtyards of those who draw the cursed lines
A damsel in distress crying for all the loss that cannot be expressed
A shadow of progress dying while the youth look unimpressed
A moment of redress that’s logic-defying as it leaves me thinking I’m depressed
An ancient cultural head dress with colours electrifying a people that cannot be suppressed
Curious children at the gates of a billionaire peering out among the harems door
Spurious wills then hate the artist lying dead upon the floor
Furious villains berate the terrifying dread then perpetuate the horrors but what for?
Injurious killers negate the life defying leads that impact as they infiltrate the peace of the broken and poor
Acrimonious alimony for the wife and children while the fathers left to bleed
Sanctimonious sermons in the alley and stadiums of evangelical greed
Ceremonious services in the galleys of a political theorist bought down to his academic knees
Non-harmonious melodies causing sonic felony’s as they try to control what you see
Commodification of the spiritual as they sell toxic positivity
Solidification of the chemical as they try to buy more than just market productivity
Transfiguration of the polemical as the mood broods for civility
Modification of the heretical as we kneel down before the Nativity
Fastidious retention of a fact to prove a point that needs verification
Insidious inventions that detract from the joint venture of innovation
Mysterious momentum of a contract the won’t endure the effusive commendation
Odysseus intentions redact as the mention of epics make me cry out in lamentation
Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
Oh! How I long for that
one sweet moment of
loneliness, when the human race
decides to piss off, leaving me
to wallow in my own
company.
The pressurized world,
the ceremonious
corporate reciprocates, one’s
space to foul, with flouting
flagrant farts! Creating
thunderous turmoil, a
chaotic state of mind,
a wind of prevalent
change.
Innocent minds, virgin thoughts
collective breeding grounds,
stage upon stage, the master’s philosophy to
be acted out. His! To
nurture, to alter, personalities
to change, ideals to strive
for, directions to enforce.
The
new breed, created from
the production line of
progression, cantankerous wankers! Mountaineers
all. “No strings” Yet each one
a “Puppet” To the regime, each
one skilled in the art of
deceit, degrees in codhology, all
willing to sell their soul
to the executive.
“Interaction Management” The
suave enemy. “Believe it”
At one’s peril,
“The flattery
the empathy
the confidence”
Seek out! The expression
behind the expression.
If not! “One will love it”
Hook line and sinker, caught
in a web of verbal
trash, dressed up in treachery.
Soon
the moralist to become ridiculed,
their dispute subjected
to “Reductio ad absurdum” Yet
their accuser dances
amongst the clouds, eyes forever
searching skywards, the social
divorce permanent.
Who!
Are these arrogant ones,
those reared in such cynical ways,
their curriculum brimming with
intellect, yet without
the power to reason,
only the power to perform!
The forked tongue, the worthless hand shake
at Christmas time, the insincere
parody that floats across the
pay table.
Many years
I have given myself
to this crap, and here are
these bastards, having us
all feel grateful, for the
“Privilege
of
employment.”
© Harry J Horsman 1993
Slayer of Mahishasura, the buffalo demon,
Durga resembles Greek mythical spirit Eudaemon;
Symbol of motherhood, strength, safety, destruction and wars,
Amalgamation of goddesses and their divine source...!
Myths hold she miraculously emerged from Ganges Holy,
Culmination of powers of all gods wrapped her wholly;
She rides on lion exhibiting limitless power,
As Kali, in blood of wrong-doers she takes her shower...!
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As Durga Pooja is solemnized her auspicious day,
Prayers and offerings accompany her statues of clay;
Like waves of seas within temples devotees assemble,
Earth and heaven witnessing this scene within them tremble...!
Invoking her - Bodhon - is the grand initiation,
As Goddess of goddesses follows her coronation;
She's bathed, beautified, adorned as a bride of highest norms,
Graced with nine pastoral leaves symbolizing her nine forms...!
Offerings of flowers and hymns like ceaseless winds follow,
Adoration-chimes echo around each hilly hallow;
An immaculate girl, in the form of goddess, is graced,
As though her very incarnation near her she is placed...!
One hundred and eight lamps are lit when the goddess rises,
Frenzy musicians play maladies of surprises;
On ninth day, men and women with blazing charcoal pots, dance,
Holding them on head or hand or by teeth go into trance...!
Wearing vermillion on forehead wedded women surround,
Bid farewell to the goddess while aloud their quenches sound;
Taken in ceremonious procession, she's immersed,
Into Ganges, wherefrom her existence, got nursed...!
(Though there’s little of poesy in it, I have written this in order to give general information to the Poetry Soup Friends about one of the important autumn-time religious festivals of India)
01 October 2022
All these medals will never revive the souls that were reaped.
Ceremonious honors shimmer, but the blood of martyrs has dried.
No tribute can console the mothers whose hearts are crushed by the death of a son.
Not all are worthy of the celestial spark that carries them.
Some merely burn through their wretched lives and their time in this dimension.
They sow chaos, ruin, destruction, and ashes,
Upon mountains of remorse and lamentation.
Silence weighs like a burden of lead upon my cage of flesh.
Darkness seeps into me from the womb.
Human savagery has butchered my dreams, leaving my convictions incorruptible.
I hear the clamor of walls—thick, oozing, damp with fear and terror.
Time devours me, like a ravenous hyena with pendulum fangs.
My sky is a filthy slab, my horizon a windowless wall.
My life, my name, and my memories fade, letter by letter,
Since the bearer of lights opened my eyes.
I lay the stench of my transgressions upon the cracked lips of a putrid world.
I am the shadow of a man, a vestige of wrath nailed to the ground.
Nightmares whisper—they tell the tales of those who fell before me.
The blood of the condemned floods my cold sweat.
I bear the scars of these forsaken souls.
I am a calamity, the heir of curses,
Of ravenous chains and whips.
I will save this divine flame through the nightmares of my oppressors.
A few nightmares to purge,
And a few ghosts to silence.
My demons are restless.
I hoard fleeting vanities with every blasphemy.
I have learned to wield truth like a weapon of war
In the impure hands of fanatics.
My life on earth is catastrophic,
For my reflexes have been demonic.
Ballad of the poet
When the moon kissed the sun, and light spread upon the earth. *hh*
Bright and early,
early bird gets the worm.
With sullen time on stand by.... *DJ*"
Spurns emerald valleys that blur upon my new-found perch *J.M.G*
While all nature wakes from slumber in timeless glory. *E.G*
Morning glory stroked by a ceremonious dandelion... whisper~ *K.D*
Bitter like morning breath.
Rooster crows, two songs, I share a note with him.
My cat rises to the sun of a new day.
Stretches into a c with her tongue curled and tail furled *S.K.*
My coffee offers the sweetest taste after a goodbye kiss.
Clever and warm, I twinkle to the new morning light,
as I step outside, something pierced my heart..
~Wing broken, his bow in tow, arrows strewn,
~No flight for thee, love lost, bent arrows I see," *R.M*
Everything I see, everything I feel around me.
Becomes a new song.
Born of many emotions.
I roll them on a paper without a pen.
BUT! In my mind they speak clearly to me~
Look into My eyes with your heart... and there you will find your soul * R.A.D.*
"I hear an angel calling The beastly being within" *R.S*
A new creation awaits beyond the path of dreams content,
Eros and Cupid both shoot through my heart." *J.H.*
As the arrow's liquid enters my soul... *RON*
Will that winged creature with the bow and arrows stop blinking his eyes?" *R.P*
He has stretched his wings too far this time. *V.B.*
"His arrow of love is strumming my heart with golden grace. *L.M*
A Halo'd smile upon my face. * L.H*
Has suddenly turned to a grimace! *G.S.*
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The dreaming self of mine, coagulate
to form an image purely supreme
to intermingle all my mellow thoughts
and create a thing above all.
The senses are most absorbing
and are getting each thing perfect
blending each thing to their mighty core
and carve a sculpture, fanciful.
A tomb in my heart is build
of my ceremonious antique vows
which were once my delight
but now alas time has decayed.
The sensitivity, the perseverance
spended in pain and in real vain
fled, had been each genial thought
and life decays with time.
Relished hardships too once
but o, life how unessential
i have become,to pine
at most deserving thought.
The visionary gleam of my heart
fading fast as scarce flowers
and the things which use to charm me otherwise
are now but quartz to me.
The delicate heart of mine
to marble has turned
contrasted equally as if hell to heaven
or heaven to hell has turned.
My deceiving beauty, my heart
Has cheated me throughout
And conjures me glance into visions
Which could never had been achieved.
But hope has restored and recreated
a heart which was fleeing fast
and occupies a narrow bridge
on which life swings.
Let not the light of hope fickle
and don't let the sap of mind be parched
admit no'ne in your heart, to flourish
but keep each feeling conserved and coiled.
Juxtaposed liberties are but necessities
and ruffian freedom, none but liability
the soul whose sail eternity drew
will place it nevertheless to the harbor of heaven.
AKASH SANGWAN