Sacred, a soul’s breath exquisite
The mouth, its vessel, sing
jews harp,
Portal to absence
Categories:
ori, deep, life, meaningful, music,
Form: Free verse
oh crackle fire let flame and quell
a sound, this sound upon such spell
that cast a tone to ear nearby
and changed by cheek and timely sigh
along down track and hoof-fall tread
at mid of night and wandering dead
a single player wrote this eve
with harp to mouth, oh crackled weave
that to himself came lost in dust
‘neath the shadow of Vesuvius
then turned to stone his twisted hum
for still he plays his crembalum
crembalum
ori admotum, digito
Categories:
ori, fire, life, music, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Time after time- Blow-up 15*
Ori Gersht original still life scene
Categories:
ori, art,
Form: Ekphrasis
In the morning of the night
Teen acting beyond limit
She wasn't fit but fast
I wasn't surprise but afraid
She was not in Rome, but walks like Romans
Her claim is far beyond her reach
Ajiun nra ja tete
Ori olodi oja atana
She was alleged, she smiled
She was accused, she laughed
Longing for the long trip
She's at the middle of her end.
Categories:
ori, childhood, cousin,
Form: Ode
Candva am stiut
exact de cate ori vreau
sau trebuie
sa-mi indoi hartia de impachetat
inainte sa trimit
un colet social.
Pe vremuri, hartia
era atat de importanta,
uneori la fel de importanta ca si continutul,
iar livrarea- momentul-
urmaream sa fie perfecta.
De-alungul anilor
am avut indoituri,
linii, urme, scris frumos si
chiar si rupture. Ce bine ca exista scotch!
Desene, mai rar…
Trecutul meu emotional
tot pe hartie
l-as asterne daca pachetul de azi
nu ar carboniza
insasi mainile care incearca
sa inghesuie Totul si Nimicul
intr-o cutie singulara.
Pentru fiecare intrebare
pe care am sters-o mai mult sau mai putin constient,
pentru fiecare umbra lasata de colturi ,,nota bene”,
pentru fiecare taietura incapatanata
ce-mi forta vindecarea din ore in zile,
pentru toate
vreau sa materializez acum,
inainte sa ma ridic cu picioarele de pe pamant,
un ultimatum:
"Let it burn!"
Categories:
ori, how i feel, old,
Form: Free verse
Sound it to the farthest regions
Jesus is coming.
Tell it to the doubting hearts
The messiah will return
On a cloud of glory
With a retinue of trumpets
Riding in as a victorious king
Coming to take you home.
Sound it to the waiting brides.
Gird up your virgin attires.
Your head covered with a gele of holiness.
Your waist firmly covered with an akwa-ocha of joy
Your feet firmly shod with high heels of evangelical victories.
Your neck fully adored with beads of charity.
Your wrists firmly fitted with bangles of patience.
Scream it to the wavering minds.
Look around and marvel at His works.
Turn the flashlight within and affirm the weakness of the human will.
Research and uncover the changes He brings into a willing heart.
Inquire the true consequences of denying His existence
Understand that everything under the sun and outside Him is vanity.
Sound it to the old maids in the world.
Your *Tom tom* is on His way.
Your *Olowo ori* is coming to make good His promises.
Your *dim oma* is coming to wipe all tears away.
Sound it to the entire universe.
Jesus is coming back.
#BASHORUN
Categories:
ori, christian, dedication, devotion, forgiveness,
Form: Blank verse