Poetry

[Sennacherib]

[Ibrahim]

[Sennacherib]

[Hoosiernorm]

Nothing Remains But Madness

I glimpse it now on the windows of the house,
sleepless amongst the sleepless stones,
like a child taught by a witch
that in the sea there is a woman
carrying his history in a ring,
and that she will appear
when the flames in the fireplace subside ...

...And I saw history in a black banner
marching like a forest
I wrote no chronicles

I live in the longing the fire the revolution,
in the magic of their creative poison.
My homeland is nothing but this spark,
this lightning in the darkness of everlasting Time...

Adonis

[Demon of Undoing]

[Colonel Sun]

Sea Fever

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.

~ John Masefield

[Demon of Undoing]

A bit of levity.

I dragged an old paper portfolio out of the closet that I have not gone through in quite a while. It's chock full of old short stories, art, and poetry, virtually all of it insufferably bad. However, I came accross this one I wrote about a mixed flock of crows and mockingbirds that were sitting on a telephone line that went over a parking lot. Not great, not hilarious, but I laughed a bit.


Birds on a wire often conspire
About things they can't comprehend.
Of the passage of people and the myriad evils
And the machines on which we depend.
One orange, one gray, but not as mottled as they,
Chortling smoke from their pipes.
Cars spark and they sputter and die in the gutter
To the refrain of one million gripes.
The birds just wonder as the cars go under,
Their plumage fanned out in a row.
They chirp and they twitter, not the least bit bitter,
And just crap on the cars below.

[Hoosiernorm]

I like that, I was wondering if anyone would post something of their own.

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