Long Lores Poems
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Spare a minute
to know about
those perky creatures
and their special features
Lifers, twitcher, tertial and lores
are nothing but the birding terms
Introduce, birding to the children,
As that would make kids pen
Their mesmerizing melodious calls
and the raising tunes wake up all
from those regular humdrum
and make us embrace the bliss
They are the angels from heaven
who have the power to turn
even the empty plots into garden
and the frozen winter into spring
They are the one who begin
the jingles in the dawn
and the one who end
the day by doing murmuration at dusk
They make us feel high,
For, they are buoyant souls that fly
which transfer their energy and power
to the one who watches them for hours
So why waiting? Look out
Spare a minute...
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When the sky seems clear and the ocean so calm
Forget not the screams you hear and the broken bow charm
When the food fills stomach and the water quinches thirst
Forget not the hunger of heirs and the years of fast
When the water flows fine and the wind blows pleasant
Forget not the slaughter show line or the brinn who resent
When the needle pricks palm and the body feels pain
Forget not the open City grave and the blood through lane
When the night gives sleep and the sun starts day
Forget not the sought of brood and the last hope's ray
When the home holds hand and the sweater gives warmth
Forget not the camps on sand and the heater left dearth
When the father brings things and the mother cooks food
Forget not the cries of siblings and the lost parenthood
When the nation gives you pride and the freedom on the land
Forget not the pain that glide; inside the wrecked homeland
When you hear of lores and the legends of yore
Forget not the ruins of nations and the world of war.
Let me teach you a thing or two
Passed down from elders’ past,
You won’t learn this from library books
Nor technology contrast.
About so-called Australia
About the frontier wars,
About all of my ancestors…
Shot dead upon the shores.
Captain Cook discovered Australia
In my ears they drilled,
School salute the flag of loot
No mention of the skilled…
Cunningly shaping weapons and tools;
For white man broke the lores
Protecting women and children;
Black men in frontier wars.
How they shocked Aboriginals;
The aliens from overseas…
Ordered and rewarded
To hang them all from trees.
When they killed most of the men
Hence minority about,
They raped the women and the girls
To breed the black right out.
Complete success they did not have
As “Australia” tried a-building,
Evilness again transpired
Stealing all the children.
My Mother, My Nana, My great Nan,
All stolen from their parents
The Australian Government did it again-
For slavery insurance.
The forgotten Light lifts us safely up on shady spectrums of unread, bent fragile seraphim wings,
while mourning pulls our waking dreams unravelling like crimson string, life-bleeding toward a forgotten Sun,
poets ruinous and high-strung, spin scattered, fragile stanzas out of darkness facing the undying lores of Love.
Terraforming nightmares into hope, outside mourning we poets watch the ever-rising sun
redefining the darkness that once rested on each quill of our ceaseless moving, broken blackbird wings;
for every turning leaf, a new page sprouts green halos in the eternal name of Love.
We mortal poets must dream until the mourning breaks crystal clear into the realm of Love,
and tidal pools where treasures lie unseen, launch golden dragonflies on freshly gifted omen wings
to bear the burning truth of a forgotten life full-lived, imprinted by a quiet timeless sun.
Don't you know we must lose our wings to stand like mortals unlike Gods,
to gather hidden pearls of Love beneath a forgotten Sun?
Candide Diderot. ‘26
(18th Sept 2026)
happy birthday...
"I was told if I fell in love with a poet
I would become immortal,
so I decided to become the POET
and make all those who touched my soul,
eternal."
(M. Lee)
Contemporary Tritina.
Within the ambit of the psyche untamed
Is the wonder cavern with hanging thoughts
And projections prompting peevish plots-
Thick and prickly notions oddly framed
Fall about, on the least spur of moment
Which ruffles the indignant frozen ill-will-
Once a serene pond of feelings still -
To avenge, seeking pleasure from torment.
Classic structures replaced deserts and the dale
Waters and mounds changed their form and course
Feats were performed with earthly resource ;
Mimetic modes enabled all flights and sail,
Dive in the deep ,or reach across the shores , With ease, earlier than the reliable sun Or ply endways with minutes lost none
All ventured true with disciplined lores ..!
Jack of all trades Ignores the essence : Concur living with the rhythm of Nature ,
Cosmic chord in accord with the geo- culture ;
The achiever soul mentors the mind immense.
The Hospital Asile
Like the highway as long it goes
Like the lover's longing
Like the winter's silence
Like prisoned midnight and falling dawn
Like the voyages made by Christopher
Tube lights and window panes,
Sang the lullaby.
The lone street outside,
Sleeps in the womb of night.
Nurses battling with duties and dreams
Doctors gravelled in white and faith
Staffs tested their patience and nestled
Behind the door,
Lay my ailing amma.
Her husband.
Her father.
Her pal.
Or somebody!
The shivering soul and my frozen veins seated in a long bench
Music of my tapping feet in the stained floor tryst with melancholy
Lost of fear is lost
Light of hope had perished
Just like Arctic Ocean covered by ice,
Her body covered in white linen.
And the ticking 3 AM
In the hospital asile
Elevator carried lost spirits,
Looks like ceramic sculptures.
You may rest awhile if the trek be tough,
Grab a breath when the terrain is rough;
Let the oars have some respite,
And the rower fresh viands bite.
But the going must anon continue,
For time tells motions of the brave
(According to lores heavens gave) ,
Shall all forever subdue the earth;
And man's toil shall win him mirth.
Pull your ear from naysayers' sigh
That affirms that man forever can't;
Keep the company of them that try;
Dwell in the fold of champs of hope.
Remember it's no crime to slip a cry
If bristles of fate spanner your heart;
Allow a tear if straining be too much,
But through all remember this part:
You must ever keep on keeping on!
Nothing has ever successfully stood
In the bold path of a determined man,
Who keeps walking despite the mood.
The world lacks case of one who tried,
And was the object of his zeal denied!
Give ear all that hear the spoken word,
For none like this has ever been heard -
The esoteric code that rules the world:
That you'll have to keep on keeping on!
I that have seen such beauty
fallen beneath its gleam
rejected my life’s duty
to wade thus in its stream
Saturating me with love
bathed in moon’s reflection
naught more for me to dream of
drown me your affection
With our true hearts united
stare into love’s abyss
night dreams felt unrequited
are thus found with first kiss
Passion’s torch does scorch the sun
red molten flow in veins
as we two become as one
unbridled, fallen reins
Sacrosanct are our love nights
life’s sweet joys soar with you
without your touch, nothing’s right
next tryst now overdue
Stoke my love and lustful sate
lure me your siren song
wooing whirlwind perfect fate
where pulse and pleasures throng
We shall meet under moonlight
join true hearts in one fire
kiss in love’s sweet depths all night
meld into deep desire
We’ll sail ‘cross life’s open seas
explore each others’ shores
casting caution to the breeze
re-writing romance lores
Love’s paradise we’ll not miss
destiny sends us there
living life with blushing bliss
heaven for us to share
Rapture’s mine, your eyes starshine
your light does kiss my soul
intervention our’s Divine
in ecstasy extol
Robert Lindley and Susan Ashley
(a collaboration)
June 8, 2018
*Providence* - a manifestation of divine care or direction -
Poet’s Note: When my talented friend Robert, found and presented to me his lovely poem fragment, from long ago (the first stanza), and asked if I would be interested in writing a collaborative poem with him, I said ‘Yes’! In the moment of reading his tender words, I was inspired.. and honored and humbled, by his generous and kindhearted offer to finish this poem with him through our creative cooperation. It was my great pleasure and a tremendous poetic experience for me to create and write with Robert, a fine poet of such high caliber who just so happens to be my esteemed friend as well. Robert, you made my first collaboration a pure joy and our friendship and partnership in poetry is cherished.
"My soul ceases to stroll ~
in the ruffled leaves of lotus letters,
whose paper sun
has never surfed to your seabeds..."
~ quote by the poet.
Say, I'll be the saviour-spell
...for your champagne stars, sinking
in eyes eclipsed by cupid
where orphans of daylight, dwell
when I am nothing... but pain
a puppet princess, dethroned
I dream to be your heartbeat
...pearled in peace periwinkles
when poetry is Psyche
...freckled in my fogged marrow
and petals fall, pulse by pulse
ink me feathered, in grape-golds
if the hydra hymns forget
to breathe my name in silence
O' love, I'll bask ~ laced with lores
healed in you...like a poem