.
I've known hern since
her simper
her bassinet
foots from
mine
we spoke no
language
just the
hear mine
cry
call me the loon
for say'n
"mine little remembered
the way
her lips and eyne
together
smiled
goodbye"
*occidental: from the west
oriental: from the east
Martial artist
Wields his sword
writes
Better than a thousand speeches
utterly devoid of sense
is a word of deepest meaning
that brings the hearer peace.
Better than in songs a hundred
empty words that break the air
is one word of deepest meaning
that gives the hearer peace.
And though you slew ten thousand warriors
times a thousand, small the feat.
He that is his own self's master
is conqueror in very truth.
(After a poem in the Dhammaparda)
“Sunshine Superman and the Oriental Nightfish”
Mellow Yellow
cool for katz,
is chillin’
with his dream,
Oriental Nightfish,
in her universe
Wings,
he thinks
will work,
his way
into
my love,
good
for flirtatious
vagabonds
there
we have it,
his audacious gift,
the mind
of a
wondering
tom cat
that indolent
purring
kissing critique
the love cat
bats his lashes
gingerly
tap dancing
roguishly again
across his keys
sensationally
loud yet
quiet
changing up
his m.o.
he slides over
to Disraeli Gears,
boom boom -
then he’s gone all
animal
the sunshine
of my love,
is his cream
the love cat
bats his lashes
tap dancing
across
his keys
to you,
that
sunshine superman
he’s thinking
a dangerous thing,
he’s about to go ...
all Bolan
Children of the Revolution
boom boom boom boom
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Rupert Valentino, The Ritz, a Thursday evening, 2022.
Oh Robin! I wish I could tell how much I love thee
Small fluffy and beautiful, you bestow much joy to me
Mesmerized I listen your melodic music whole day
Wagging your tail angrily, you drive predators away
Your cosy home, a hole in the trunk of flame tree
Amid flower's, wearing orange skirt, you bring glee
04.06.2021
Note : Based on real observation of Robin from my balcony. When they sit on top of flame tree flowers, it seems they are wearing orange skirt. They look very pretty in that.
Both pictures taken from my balcony. One depicts the nest in tree trunk.
For Bite Size Poem no.4, Line Gauthier
Waqar Zaka
What is your introduction?
Are you a snake in the eagle's shadow or a youthia?
Have you oppressed your rivals?
Have you invaded the circle?
You are an intercontinental guy
Your instincts made you grow
You have dared to talk and walk
Are you good enough to stalk?
Note.Every chief has a chieftain.
Q.Do you agree with me?
2nd hand cheez k 2 faiday hain
Aik to ye kam qemat pay milti hai,
Aur dosra ye ravan ho chuki hoti hai.
Nature only gives
never demands return from
its users; while no
animals destroy nature,
but human solely ruin
natural richness
for personal gain, outcome
indicates climate change.
~X~X~X~
She would keep her tears in a crystal and silver perfumer,
along with jasmin and rose water.
Whenever she assisted weddings,
she was perfumed with a few drops.
Drops of grief disguised as joy.
Drops of virginal scent perfume;
but in fact, tears spilled.
By the luck of the bride
by her own luck.
Laying here in the cut with eyes closed,
listening to the soft, tinkling sound
of the Oriental wind chimes
My mind is calmed by peaceful meditations
In my heart, I feel universal love ...
rhythmic beat of African drums
Dark continent chants,
majestic silence of Mt. Kilimanjaro
heard off in the distance
And in my soul, I feel a new song being composed
It's for a family reunion occasion,
invitations offered to my brother and sister Caucasian
and Asian
Now, I'm feeling an Islandic, Inuit and Indian spirit
rise up in me ...
Polynesian and Caribbean,
Aztec and Mayan,
Sioux and Seminole,
Navajo and Crow,
Anasazi and Apache,
Iroquois and Cherokee ...
all shouting in unison: Love is unity
Then, I open my eyes to the truth
of a future time,
as my ears hear the serene sound
of the Oriental wind chimes
You Texas Cuspidata!
Not you, and not a curse:
Taxus cuspidata, for Japanese Yew!
So, don’t confuse a plant with the Ibex
Ilex serrata – that’s Christmas Holly
Or Japanese Winterberry
Butterflies, butternuts, a Buttinsky?
Shut your eyes, it’s Conocarpus erectus
(Pastor here is only saying "Buttonwood" in Latin)
Meanwhile in nature, the pines of Japan
Are dwarfed like bottled thunder:
Pinus thunbergiana
The Christmas Spirit is perennial in China (?)
Schinus terebinthifolius
(Again, Latin for another plant: Christmasberry)
Try to bonsai gladly;
A creeper in your home or villa;
Haha! Bourgainvillea glabra
My dad called this beauty, Pride of India!
Myrtle set me right, but India won at the end:
Laegerstroemia indica
Neighbors, boyhood buddies, international relations?
Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry? No plant connection:
Just Hackberry named Celtis sinensis
(c) Modified 20170417, Deo. This poem was previously published in my book in 2005 (UnAmerican Education: Poetry and Politics, by Red Lead Press)
dancing shadows
river’s skin is disturbed
from beneath
bamboo trees bow
as they fiddle
Date: 5/25/2016
Quiet ... to ... Hush ...
Quiet ... to ... Hush ...
The Butterfly wings gently over the flowers
As the Flute whispers in the wind ...
Soft ... to ... Gentle ...
Soft ... to ... Gentle ...
The Goldfinch warbles its song across the lake
And the Strings add their rhythmic hum ...
Mild ... to ... Mellow ...
Mild ... to ... Mellow ...
The Crickets click their heels as evening falls
While a solitary Drum holds court in melodic bass ...
Rest ... to ... Calm ...
Rest ... to ... Calm ...
The Trees sway in cadence with the breeze
So, Too, the tinkling of Bells chime in their harmony ...
Caress ... to ... Love ...
Caress ... to ... Love ...
A Teardrop warms its cheeky path
For the Symphony has touched a Heart ...
Exotic, Oriental, Beauty
She has been my cup of tea !
Sweet as honey, this she be !
Times have become translucent.
Hard to feel the essence of her sent.
Sunday - taking her to a silver bird.
Across the ocean – Beijing I heard.
Five times, I have taken her to leave.
Five times, I came back to retrieve.
During five years, we still communicate.
Getting back together – not to be my fate.
She will be my last cup of tea.
She will be the last love I will see.
Like the essence of translucent time.
It is easy to see through my rhyme.
B. J. “A” 2
August 19th 2015
I still remember
First time I saw her
Advancing alone
From out of the gloom
Dark eyes like embers
Glowing like fires
Behind veils hidden
In tribal costume
Music pulsating
Waist undulating
Backwards and forwards
She’s no commoner.
Hip belts girating
Gold coins cascading
Arms raising upwards
Trailing gossamer
Her bedlah whirling
Under-skirts swirling
Endlessly teasing
The room full of men
Gracefully twirling
Her veils unfurling
Slowly revealing
Then hiding again
(Chorus)
Oriental dancer
Sultriest entrancer
Fanning the fires of all men who would stay
In longing we suffer
Nothing that we offer
Will ever prevent you from dancing away
oriental red
all signs of autumn fall in;
orange shadows in line
Russell Sivey
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