Within the depths of my very being
Resides a soul that is all seeing
With truth and strength it gently leads
A reflection of love so boundless and free
One night I felt the calling light
Within my mind, under my skin
The soul reaching out to my mind
To beckon me to this shrine within
We light a sacred incense,
to warm up our innermost light
To serve our senses so well
To melt all that which divides
To get through this eternal hell
To take us up to greater heights
In the realm where dreams take flight,
A love emerges, shining so bright
The divine love for my higher self
Unveiling the bigger picture to help
In awe of all the wonders in its eyes
I try to catch my breath
A glimpse from the future delights
Of cosmic oceans widespread
We light a sacred incense,
to warm up our innermost light
To serve our senses so well
To melt all that which divides
To get through this eternal hell
To take us up to greater heights
An embodiment of the divine will
Transcending eternally above syncing twills
with every step, i draw closer still
wisdom in chaos with my heart fulfilled
Categories:
twills, good night, imagination, innocence,
Form: Rhyme
Such dusty mats of coconut, and hats,
and wicker chairs that creak; and chats, and cats
on sills that suck the early sun that spills
through glass to pass into the frills and twills
that talk and twitter, pass the time till tiffin,
pass the time of day this way until
the chills of morning pass; and cups and saucers
clink and find the sink.
The daily round’s
begun and yarns are spun in sun and shade
until the fading light brings night; and glass
that’s black as peat reflects the hats and cats
upon themselves while vats of black-tar dark
and bats are kept outside; and clinks announce
that time again that brings the hour for drinks.
Categories:
twills, drink, good morning, good
Form: Iambic Pentameter
The character is the spirit of enforce
that rises, above all conflicting source.
Through reason, more than bitter after course,
the spirit in its essence, twills remorse.
That anguish in some oneness thee concourse
by thy faith's loyal doneness ~ Holy force.
And that integrity of spoil is common choice,
a staved revere, as in a total voice.
Thy heart, thy nations's coil, does wind endorse
that benefitted summing still consorts
to some agreements fail, to so resort
survival, as a modem ~ not export.
Do pray that waste's affliction not exhort
to sameness ~ as to betterment could court
a newer way, an individual sort
that heightens to its doing, not deport.
Some saving of the will, not future tort
that acclimates consent, but not report.
A freer sense of self, a saving's port,
that recognizing's wealth, its owning fort ~
Identifies with God, and not fame's dwarf!
Categories:
twills, native american, visionary, integrity,
Form: Rhyme Royal
Even if I've lost you
To those mirrors
You'll always be
There before my very eyes
Perhaps I can no longer
Hold your hands
Perhaps I can no longer
Conceal your nudity
In white cotton twills
You'll be arrested
By those very evenings
where and when you'll see
It's all stopped, just like that
Before your windowpanes, disappearing
Read my name in the reflections of light
Don't you forget it
You'll be arrested by those very evenings
Don't you forget it
Üzeyir Lokman ÇAYCI
Traduit par Yakup YURT en français
French free verse translated into English free verse
© by Richard Vallance, June, 2003
Categories:
twills, imagination, inspirational, love,
Form: Haiku