Archive for August, 2008

For Luther

August 20, 2008 · Filed under Prudent call from a Muse, Unsung Elegies

Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the colour of the wind.

- Maxwell Bodenheim

Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood

-T. S. Eliot

Poets utter great and wise things which they do not themselves understand
- Plato

Luther Vandross gave hearts the hope of true love and his music tagged at our souls.Too bad my time of birth only gave me a decade or so with him,listening to his music.We still miss him.Him and the others:Left eye,Tupac,Aaliyah,Ray Charles,Marvin Gaye etc.This elegy is for him.

Lithely a life:
Like a lion,
its cub must act.
Like a star you were born;
wonder as your walking stone.


Time is like the wind:
alluring yet mysterious.
So, we quell our grief
a little but in vain.

The Epitaph:

Heaven has received a singer;

But our loss and grief linger.

Unsung elegies/Prudent call from a Muse

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The Beauty of Colour

August 17, 2008 · Filed under Reflections from Zeus and Apollo

A poet dares to be just so clear and no clearer; he approaches lucid ground warily, like a mariner who is determined not to scrape his bottom on anything solid. A poet’s pleasure is to withhold a little of his meaning, to intensify by mystification. He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it. A poet utterly clear is a trifle glaring.

-E.B. White

A poet is a bird of unearthly excellence, who escapes from his celestial realm arrives in this world warbling.
If we do not cherish him, he spreads his wings and flies back into his homeland.
- Kahlil Gibran

Isn’t nature beautiful? Ah, I love it! The coos of the morning dove, roar of the lion and the cacophony of village weaver birds; remind you that you are alive and should appreciate life.

Too bad am going to end up cutting dead bodies some time soon, but I’d have loved to work with wild animals and plants. It’s rather ironical that being a forest ranger or tour guide appeals to me, given that am not so much of animal lover. Feline pets made sure of that!

I must have been looking at a rose when I got the inspiration to write this poem.Thereafter, I looked for an encyclopedia and buried myself in it, reading all I could about flowers and committing to memory the outstanding blooms.What they look like,when they grow,where they grow…etc

A sea of Columbines, Hepaticas and Bluebells;
a garden of Monkshoods,Tearoses and many a Gladiolus;
a Crownimperial,Tulip,Daffodil,Dahlia and Hibiscus:
affecting senses like scattered gales.

A parade of wrens,buntings and cuckoos;
the beauty of unexplored marshes!
The Venus of Milo,Picassos; and the red of an apple;
in the fall:the bright yellow of Aspens;
glowing red of Sumacs and Wahoos;
red,orange and gold of Marple:
beauty that every tender emotion sharpens!

Reflections from Zeus and Apollo

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Dawn/Butterfly cinquain 1

August 14, 2008 · Filed under Hepatica

Sir, I admit your general rule,

That every poet is a fool:

But you yourself may serve to show it,

That every fool is not a poet.

- Alexander Pope

Am beginning to love this:leaving on a poetic edge.Finishing a poem just hours before you post it.It keeps me on my poetic toes;and my poetic vein alive.

So every one knows now,huh?About her that is.Well,you would have one way or another.

Cinquains are short poems of 5 lines with 2,4,6,8 and 2 syllables in the respective lines. This is my first butterfly cinquain(2,4,6,8,2,8,6,4,2).It comprises nine lines,and is a fusion of a normal cinquain(2,4,6,8,2) and a reverse cinquain(2,8,6,4,2)

Dawn broke:

Shone through,your light

to lend sublime glory

to the dark crevices in me.

You spoke:

The sound,a Seraph’s,waking me.

So begun our story;

This road,in light

I walk.

Hepatica

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Gone

August 8, 2008 · Filed under Hepatica

Sir, I admit your general rule,
That every poet is a fool:
But you yourself may serve to show it,
That every fool is not a poet.

- Alexander Pope

Fate is one greedy S.O.B.I mean of all times,he chooses now to collect his due?!

The last time I tried to call her,her phone was already off.I didn’t even get to say “Goodbye”!So here I am,sleepless on her very first night away,wishing and hoping…She’s gone.I should try to get some sleep.

Every single mayfly life,
as Aurora steals some rest,
sweet Morpheus will shy away.
As blunt as a butcher’s knife,
Cold’s swords,invading my nest,
will slice my heart’s warmth away.

Here I’ll sit,watch hours proceed,
and muse at Life’s every deed;
eat,the bile-fruits of Fate’s seed.

Destiny’s taken her;she’s gone!

Hepatica

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Cupid’s darts

August 2, 2008 · Filed under Reflections from Zeus and Apollo

I going to whine again.How come I never get negative feedback here? Cheri,Princess,Peace,eh?Banange,I simply can’t be that good.Well,I know places where I feel like an amateur and I love the feeling coz it makes me eager to learn more,it makes me once again strive for near-perfection.Don’t get me wrong.I do appreciate the nice feedback that I get,very much, but it’s just that I don’t believe anything,or any one for that matter, is perfect!

By the way,Neopoet is the place to be for y’all poetry suckers.It’s where you’ll find poems by the William Wordsworths,Elizabeth Barret Brownings and Rudyard Kiplings of today.I got these quotes the last time I was there:

1.“Men occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of them pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing happened.” – Winston Churchill

2.“Poetry is the music of the soul, and, above all, of great and feeling souls.” – Voltaire

3. “Eagles may soar, but weasels don’t get sucked into jet engines.” – John Benfield.

This was one of the first poems I posted.I’ve done some revisions though.It alludes to my state of mind and heart right now.Love does complicate things…like thinking straight! :D

And Peace,quit investigating.I won’t tell you who she is,or admit anything. ;-) .My lips are sealed on that issue.

It’s true that Cupid is sometimes vain;
but it’s in his nature to be so.


He must have stood,he the archer,
and his targets,two unsuspecting hearts,
and with great aim employed his impeccable bow;
shooting them with two twin darts.


Now there’s but LOVE’s resilient vein;
for our lad is anything but an amateur!

Reflections from Zeus and Apollo

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