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Mynahs: a poem


In the early evening sun, the mynahs sit on the syringa tree talking business.

I wish I had a shotgun.


Poems and quotes we like

Alice: But I don’t want to go among mad people.
The Cat: Oh, you can’t help that. We’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.
Alice: How do you know I’m mad?
The Cat: You must be. Or you wouldn’t have come here.

from alice in wonderland by Lewis Carroll


‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood a while in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One two! One two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.

‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll


I imagine this midnight moment’s forest:
Something else is alive
Beside the clock’s loneliness
And this blank page where my fingers move.

Through the window I see no star:
Something more near

Though deeper within darkness
Is entering the loneliness:

Cold, delicately as the dark snow,
A fox’s nose touches twig, leaf;
Two eyes serve a movement, that now
And again now, and now, and now

Sets neat prints into the snow
Between trees, and warily a lame
Shadow lags by stump and in hollow
Of a body that is bold to come

Across clearings, an eye,

A widening deepening greenness,
Brilliantly, concentratedly,
Coming about its own business

Till, with a sudden sharp hot stink of fox

It enters the dark hole of the head.

The window is starless still; the clock ticks,

The page is printed.

the thought-fox by ted hughes

The Darkling Thrush
I leant upon a coppice gate
     When Frost was spectre-gray,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
     The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
     Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
     Had sought their household fires. 

The land's sharp features seemed to be
     The Century's corpse outleant,
His crypt the cloudy canopy,
     The wind his death-lament.
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
     Was shrunken hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
     Seemed fervourless as I.

At once a voice arose among
     The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
     Of joy illimited;
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
     In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
     Upon the growing gloom.

So little cause for carolings
     Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
     Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
     His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
     And I was unaware.

the darkling thrush by thomas hardy

Gibran, Tagore, Valmiki, Rimbaud, Neruda.

The following are pieces from poems by Kahlil Gibran, Rabindranath Tagore, Valmiki, Rimbaud and Pable Neruda. Practise your disemvowelling.

1. You would know in words that which you have always know in thought.

You would touch with your fingers the naked body of your dreams.

2.When love beckons to you follow him,

Though his ways are hard and steep.

And when his wings enfold you yield to him,

Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.

3. For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?

And what is to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides,

4. I ask for a moment’s indulgence to sit by thy side. The works
that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.

5.In a worldless timeless lightless great emptiness
Four-faced Brahma broods.

6. I have come to the brink of eternity from which nothing can vanish
—no hope, no happiness, no vision of a face seen through tears

7. The mirror of Hortense
Images everything monstrous.

8. Everything seen…
the vision glems in evry air.

9. Who will stir up whirlwinds of furious fire
If we do not, and those whom we call brothers?

10. We must not leave tis place.
around the lip of the cup we share, these words,

11. Which is worth more, a creowd of thousands,
or your own genuine solitude?

12. Don’t worry abut saving those songs!
And if one of our instruments break,
it doesn’t matter.

13. Between shadow and space, between trimmings and damsels,
endowed with a singular heart and sorrowful dreams,

14. It is a single hour long as a vein,
and between the acid and patience of wrinkled time
we pass

15. Scarcely withing my reason, with my fingers,
with slow waters slow inundated,
I fall into the realm of forget-me-nots,

lv y mdly: 5 poems

Your smile; so beautifully you
Its wings carry us beyond forever
So no place is ever far away

Your smile slips all over me
Neither time nor space can separate us
So we live eternally now.
Fragile: strength to birth a new world.

Like a flower to rain
we turned eyes as one
And beneath us as the earth turned
we were bleeding unseen.
Now like tears we fall
This sky makes shooting stars of us all.

My soul is aflame
With the colours of this sky.
My heart: A rainbow mirror.
Soon the colours slip silently beneath the edge of the world
Does the rainbow begin again on the other side?

.Here is the universe in my open hand and I hold her like a newborn raindrop.

moon in silver falls

My heart is an open wound that grows with each breath, each beat. I feel it inside deepening, threatening to burst through my self. I hardly know where to begin to heal myself. I cannot stop my heart to keep it safe, stop it from becoming jaded from pain. Time stand still. Time move on. Which will bring me closer to closure? Our stories fade, our memories lighten and I cannot bear the thought of losing the freshness of us.

Once you were near and I could lay a hand out to touch you in the cool dark, in the warm light. Now you are somewhere else and I am here reaching out to that emptiness that once was you. My arms ache from the lack of you. I try to hold on to myself and feel alive inside but I am not the same as I once was with you. Cruel time that plays such tricks. Sometimes when I am here, I find I am waiting for you to meet me. And my mind reminds me all too late that you will not come. It is my hope not yourself that hangs in the air tenderly caressing me.

It is your joy and tenderness I miss.  And the silliness of us. And that beautiful comfort of knowing that you know me. I find it hard to give you up with no will to choose to leave. And I find it harder still believing that I am so easy to leave.

My heart is an open wound that bleeds with each sunrise. I feel its raw life flowing, promising a new day and like the rising sun I cannot hold it still. You say I should rise out of this like the dawn but like the dawn those few moments of fierce being fade into the tamed light of day. I cannot hold my heart back. She is untamed like a storm that breathes itself into being: potent yet vulnerable.

Moon in silver falls –
Rushing in dreams
Breathing soft memories –
Your sounds.

At night I feel you close, a breath away and turning to hold you – I cannot see where you have moved in the dark. The dark covers you and I am alone. And the truth of it all is that I miss you. Is it so difficult to believe that I should love you still? I am full with dreams. They move inside me under my skin close to my surface.  My soul remains gentle at the core and someday I will return to myself whole.

wish we could drink pleasure: ramblings and 4 poems

Last night I awakened to the sounds of the moon howling brightly into my bedroom window. I realised I had changed into a woman where once I had been a girl. I got up from my bed and walked through the moonlight to the mirror hidden in the shadows. How pale the moon makes my eyes look, how alive she reflects my inner sights. I watched the play of light and dark on the contours of my body and imagined myself in a body not my own. Not my own. His hands wandered over the subtle curves and sharp angles, slowly marking his territory, slowly discovering new countries.


Tasting time in a kiss
And in that moment
And in your eyes
All that was me was silent
And still alive
And in that stillness electric
I feel your heart beating
where mine still is…

my love,
you are deep pleasure.
consider mine

like tender, familiar pure soul
sweet embraces warm and complete.
I am full here in you.

gently love,
our sacred motion
in wonder

dreams for breath.
strength feeds wild rhythms in us;
tender magic sensual love.

consider space, mine.
every bold nibble
like sweet mystery
wet bliss celestial moment
melt familiar you.

laugh, my lover
between thought and feeling
is the sky.

Wish we could drink pleasure