Long Seeped Poems

Niithaar Perumai, the Fundamental Role of Ascetics, Canto 26 of the Thirukkural, the Tamil Classical Treatise on Ethics, Translation and Commentary by T. Wignesan 


[Given the scarcity of information (mostly conflicting even then) on the...

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About Bill Posters and Bill Greenwell

Words not to use in poems

In 1993, I (Bill Greenwell) went on a three-day workshop with the poet Peter Sansom, who co-edits The North, and runs the Smith/Doorstop imprint. He’s...

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MY adventure began no less than upon this chilling night when homes of many lower their shades and kill the light. 

As sullen souls lay down for bed and fall into their dreams some common...

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I got up at 1:00 am this morning just after the break of day, the overnight air had just begin to rise sending a multitude of diamonds flickering in the skies, it is the sort...

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I have seen the fireflies two nights in succession
wandering restlessly in the dark
hundreds of them blinking evocative lights
symbolizes the souls of warriors whose blood 
have drenched  the desiccated earth for a cause 
they believe...

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When I stepped in here
I caught the unsymmetrical patterns on the wall,
The dark maroon contrasting curtains,
An open cupboard and 
A thick layer of dust on the broken mirror
The floor, the surrounding 
A damp room with...

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The Pods - Chilling Scifi Poetry

Fear, you are weightier than gravity
in pulling the stomach to the ground.

Rotors slowed and sound waned 
as the helicopter sided, meeting the concrete
in a road ripping, heart stopping flame.
A distant...

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I am…

Washing a stormy night clean, its promise
this empty grave,
where sunshine suddenly erases the shadows,
who sigh like dejected, broken tears,
surfacing in the dewdrops, 
lifting the darkness of a night,
before the blessings,
before the trembling silence
started to...

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An ominous storm one winter day,
No more animals out to play,
The once green grass left to decay
As crystal daggers litter the already silken white ground.

But despite all of this,
Two reckless rabbits
Lost their wits
And were surrounded...

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Come and open the space around me and set my spirit free; come and open the space around and let me breathe some dignity; courage has a cookbook and wisdom has the recipe to make...

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China Tour Diary Moment #2
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AZURE MOUNTAIN GORGE



Mile after mile we take the China roads;
Highways beckon now as our tour meanders;
Vistas speak beauty as coach bears our load;
Silence fills endow as wind blows plunder.


Springtime in China...

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Here I sit on this old run-down stool stretching out my fingers to play, I am waiting patiently for the notes to come to me so that I know what I need to say
I wonder...

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Prayers and stagnancy remained this day,
Many a glance did I try his way, 
Our Dragon’s dark, silhouetted form,
Pressed to the burning stone barrier
I could see and hear his dragon skin sizzle
Against it, he remained
Fuming as...

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Pirates Remember

In the days of old, 
the ships were bold, 
and went anywhere they pleased. 
They were men, 
hard men, real men...
released from the burdens of mud on their shoes, 
traded in favor of swimming...

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In this, the fairest city of romance, and inside the marvelous museum

to which I have made my first pilgrimage as a lover of art,

I stand in contemplation, mesmerized by my first look at an original...

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No winter postcards of deep snow and bliss
No winter postcards of mistletoe kiss
Winter was cold, winter was tough
Winter was long and we all had it rough
No Father Christmas, no presents for us
No wide eyed kitten...

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16th & 28th may 2012.
By: SASHI PRABHU (ZEAUOXIS) 

A fortnight back, an evening drove me to Sernabatim shores,
To calm my mind’s fury that was churning galore.
There, I listened silently to what the ocean waters were...

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MILES OF BLUE
By
Tony Adamo (Nov.25,’05)

I walked into a little jazz dive off 125th and Lex.
A cold wind blew me through the swingin’ doors.
Beer, peanuts, dark smoke and the smell of times gone by laid me...

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“I shall die not knowing the thing I longed to know.” - from I KNOW THE STARS, Sara Teasdale

I have a thin volume of poetry I got when young.
Its title is “Those Who Love.” The...

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Wordplay Beats Ban Adverse

In 2184 the thought-police declared war
On embellishment, feeling and emotion in literature and articles in any form.
Succinct 'plain English' was the name of their game.
Google's Knowledge Graph spewed out the answers to...

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Dear eloquent weaver 
of woes and throes,
When the last 
 pewter petal of weary winter
falls as piercing prose,
placing star-kissed tulips
  between our 
poignant poems,
rewritten with 
  effervescent emotions,
remember,
   not every periwinkle...

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"Um... I... you see.... um... I." What exactly was Princess Layla supposed to say? The thing is, I kept dreaming about this boy who seems to be in a strange place and somehow I fell...

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Miraculous indeed, you must have done some very good deed to be one with the heavens and an accomplice with the devil. Your fountains are flowing galore and you couldn’t be asking for more when...

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Come take a walk with me
let us stroll the savannah
I want to show you the beauty
to introduce you to East Africa

A land seeped in dark history and mysteries
where once the Tembo roamed in their thousands
mighty...

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I felt that I had to write a poem to understand what Frances Inglis must have gone through 
after reading an article by Hassan Suroor by the same name in the papers dated Jan 
29,2010....

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