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Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts

guest postClearing Sky is a poem about the sun punching through a grey and bleary sky one weekend morning. 

The word that gave me the most trouble in this poem was acylation which virtually had no good way to tie into an analogy or metaphor. 

 

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Clearing Sky

Not some priceless Monet impression
apathy of a debris filled grey sky
the disconnected wallow in the weekend

Sun exerting a seemingly spiritual pressure
strong reaction not derived from acylation
oligarch nexus royalty over grateful populace

Skulduggery of the light and heat
as white waves its own shaded flag
and the virtuous clarity shines brighter

-Poem by Justin Germino

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This poem was inspired by the 17 random words (in bold) provided by the following Twitter players:

Definitions:

  1. Acylation is a chemical reaction commonly used in biological signalling
  2. Monet is a famous painter who derived Impressionism in art, (hence the pun)
  3. Skulduggery means trickery or underhand dealing
  4. Oligarch one of the ruling people in an oligarchy a system of government where only a few people have the power.

 

dragonbloggerJustin Germino is the author behind ‘Dragon Blogger’ and'Wanderer Thoughts’ amongst a few other blogs. He has created over 260+ ‘twitter poems’ via random submissions on twitter. He believes you only have one life and you have to live it. Follow him on Twitter @dragonblogger

Lego project is a quick little poem put together and inspired by Lego and turtle which were two words provided today.  How many other poets do you know who write about building a Lego turtle?

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Lego Project

Giant personalized turtle
knotted conclusion an epiphany
dedication like a nocturnal priestess
patience thin like a summer breeze
this Lego commission delivered
as one killer piece of art

-Poem by Justin Germino

This poem included 13 random submissions (in bold) provided by the following Twitter players and was originally published on 29th June 2011:

dragonblogger_thumb[2]_thumb_thumbJustin Germino is the author behind ‘Dragon Blogger’guest post and'Wanderer Thoughts’ amongst a few other blogs. He has created over 260+ ‘twitter poems’ via random submissions on twitter. He believes you only have one life and you have to live it. Follow him on Twitter @dragonblogger

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When writing today’s poem I had a few thoughts and scenario’s cross my head, but I wanted to get readers input on what they envision when reading this poem.

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Soaring Crash

Riots ticking
a destiny kiss
limitation of trust
ticket to challenge
superstitious outcomes
soaring too far
like a wild aviatrix
eventually come crashing
down to the ground

-Poem by Justin Germino

Soaring Crash was inspired by the 10 words (in bold) provided by the following Twitter followers and originally published on 11th August ‘11

 

dragonbloggerJustin Germino is the author behind ‘Dragon Blogger’ and'Wanderer Thoughts’ amongst a few other blogs. He has created over 260+ ‘twitter poems’ via random submissions on twitter. He believes you only have one life and you have to live it.  Follow him on Twitter @dragonblogger

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Cold Feet is a poem about the man at the altar procrastinating so long that he loses the girl who walks out on him. 

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Cold Feet

Jazz music unable to sway reaction
bike pedal simply stuck in idle
maddening state of razzle-dazzle
driving you almost suicidal

Many moments blink like popcorn
blueberry gowns and her in white
great wrench in life’s works
feeling now like some plight

No great processor of solutions
hooked in returning procrastination
love not some deciduous usufruct
so moment ends in desolation

-Poem by Justin Germino

This poem was inspired by the 15 random submissions (in bold) provided by the following Twitter players and originally published on 14th July 2011:

 

dragonblogger_thumb[2]_thumbJustin Germino is the author behind ‘Dragon Blogger’ and'Wanderer Thoughts’ amongst a few other blogs. He has created over 260+ ‘twitter poems’ via random submissions on twitter. He believes you only have one life and you have to live it. Follow him on Twitter @dragonblogger

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Return of the Dark Lord is a poem that paints a story of a cult of a death god who kidnap a girl via trickery with intentions to sacrifice her to their dark god. 

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Return of the Dark Lord

Requiem of a blue moon birthday
seekers instantaneous celebration
worship of some dreary death god
purple ruler of this mountain abyss

Crazy development of a night ritual
some poor fluent
fluffy bunny blonde
falling for promises of a decent lunch
tricked like some monkey with a banana

Decisions made by dark caste vote
stupendous sacrifice of appeased
animosity against all life itself
for the return of the dark lord

-Poem by Justin Germino

This poem included the 19 random submissions (in bold) provided by the following Twitter players and was originally published on 3rd May on 'Wanderer Thoughts’  

dragonbloggerJustin Germino is the author behind Dragon Blogger’ and 'Wanderer Thoughts’ amongst a few other blogs. He has created over 260+ ‘twitter poems’ via random submissions on twitter. He believes you only have one life and you have to live it.  Follow him on Twitter @dragonblogger

kakizomeI received an interesting email today and it inspired me to put this post together.

Did you know that today is Kakizome ? Kakizome (書き初め) is a Japanese term which literally means "first writing" of the year.

In Japan, people celebrate this day by writing their favorite poem or proverb in calligraphy with the traditional oriental ink brushes.  These writings were then burned around 14th January at the Sagicho festival – and it’s believed that the higher the  burning paper flies – the better that persons’ handwriting becomes.

I don’t really have a favourite poem – nor can I think of any outstanding or mind blowing proverb .. and let’s face it – I definitely do not have any oriental ink brushes lying handy around my room ….I can barely remember any of the calligraphy I learned as a kid … so I’ve decided instead to pen down ‘my first writing’ for 2010 and share it with you all …

It’s a new day

In the new year

Say to yourself

Thou shall not fear

life’s obstacle course 

Awake with a smile

And go the extra mile

For it’s a new day

In the new year

Thou shall stand tall

Thou shall stand strong

For there is nothing

That you can do wrong

In the new year

I do hope that you find my first Kakizome inspiring .. and would love for you to share some of your favourite quotes or poems in the comments or on your own blog so that we can all look forward to a fabulous 2010.

Tall

Lean

Chiselled face

With a few days worth of stubble

Cheeky

Witty

Impulsive in speech

Loving son

Protective brother

Doting father

A good friend

Today I see in you

Something I did not see before

The potential

To be a great life partner

 

…. Now what do I do ?

perfect-partner

Note:

I wrote this in April 2009

The waves come close

kissing rocky shorelines

Soothing sounds of water

echoing all around

 

The whispering breeze

titillates your senses

until you surrender yourself

to their magical words

 

Like a breath of fresh air

caressing your skin

playing with your hair

stroking your face

 

Inhale the fragrance

of the salty waters

and allow yourself to be

lifted by the breeze

 

Inhale. Experience. Enjoy

The heart says
Look here ....
The head says
No, look there ...

The head and heart
all part of the same body
but are practically
miles apart

The head
seeks structure
The heart
craves adventure

Sometimes, I believe
the head and heart
want the same thing

But with a deep sigh,
as if weighed down,
the heart must listen
to the head

Why does the
head and heart
battle so ?

Of all the battles fought

And wars waged for ages

Mankind’s immortal struggle

To win , never manages


This is the struggle

Of the head and heart

The former a genius

Latter.. inspiration of art

When heart is overpowering

It keeps thinking at bay

But what a feeling it is

To be thus swept away!!!

During all the struggles

That head cant comprehend

The hear t gives you hope

“Don’t give up.. fight to the end”

Many a time do we

Seek someone with our heart

But the head plays spoilsport

And keeps the twain apart

Or a long term relation

That time hath taken its toll

We still drag the corpse

Not listening to the soul

In times of adversity

The two do get together

One gets you out of it

The other supports till another!

Age never weakened the head

The heart only strengthened

Survived many disasters

Frequently broken.. .but always mended

But life is never simple

Confounds even the well read

The head says – listen to the heart

While the heart points to the head


This is a poem written by a friend of mine - YK - all credits to him for this beautiful piece of writing.

Sometimes I look out for you

Not in any one particular place –

Just around –

Here and there.


There are days when

I wonder what you do

and where you are;

and other days

when you slip my mind completely.


How does that happen ?

Or is it just

a mixed emotion

that seeps through me ?

The wind caresses me

Light as a feature

As soft as your touch


The grains of sand

Feel rough against me

And as sensual as your stubble


The waves engulf me

A force so strong

But gentle like your embrace

I find myself at a cross road
With no signs
With no directions
Which way shall I go ?

To move ahead
They say one should
Not look back
Lest you lag behind

North or South
East or West
How do I decide
Which route is best ?

One of my fellow neighbours who stays over at Hues of Instanity Avenue here in Bloggerville (yes I'm going to try and reference this as much as possible and create a trend hehe) has written a beautiful note entitled ‘Withering’ Heights which I came across a few days ago which I have posted below.

I planted roses in the desert,
but the sands lay grey and still.
I watched them fade away, helpless,
dying away again
st my will.

These words have clung on to me over the last few days – sometimes crossing my mind at moments that I would have least expected it. It just happened to me right now (well actually about 7 minutes ago; hence have been formulating how I would try to explain this electric bolt of emotion). So whilst catching up on the neighbourhood updates; I found myself scrolling down towards this particular post.

Perhaps it’s the exquisite photograph that has been used. A single rose, captured in a state of vulnerability; specked with beads of water; laying almost face down – gazing into its’ own reflection.

As I was reading the lines and allowing the words to sink in; I felt a stirring of my lips and become aware becoming aware, that I had been mouthing a few lines of my own; and as I felt the words get louder – by now an audible whisper – accompanied by a strong sense of urgency to put those fragmented words out there for all to see – imprinted digitally for an infinite period.


I planted roses in the flower bed

Watching from the window ledge

Waiting for the shoots to bloom

All in vain, for even the soils

Must have felt my gloom


After writing this down – my mind was in a flurry of activity – alive – I could vividly see a picture of what I this post would look like. It was like being able to see a masterpiece being recreated on canvas.

By now I had stopped writing despite my overflow of thoughts and ways to pen them down; as my body experience another surge of emotion – this time hunger !! I had a few errands to attend to earlier this afternoon; had an early breakfast; lunch was out of the menu as it was too hot to eat. All I have had between breakfast at 10:30 a.m and now, 02:15 a.m was a glass of cold mango milkshake and a grilled cheese & tomato sandwich.

My stomach couldn’t take it anymore; and I got up and heated up some sweet rice dish that is typically made at my maternal grandparents’ home. Don’t roll your eyes – I know it’s no good to eat rice so late at night – but there is nothing else to eat tonight that is appealing to my palate.

I just stopped typing again (and put down my bowl of ice cream) as my ears picked up on some sounds in the dead of the night. As I mentioned it’s quite late and my bedroom is silent aside from the slight hum of the air conditioner. It sounds like there is a clock somewhere …. Tick.Tock.Tick.Tock.Tick.Tock. … and suddenly what comes across as a ‘splat’ … The air-con has started dripping a little bit. The weather has been suffocating over the last few days out here. Must tell mum to have the air-con looked at - although I know what the answer is – “keep the temperature above 22° and not as low as you do” !!

In essence what I’m I have been trying to do and am hoping I have achieved – is that for you to experience the step-by-step process or methodology if you want to call it – better yet – the frame of mind working behind this post.


Disclosure Note:

Of course This is not exactly how I wanted my masterpiece to look like – but Blogger doesn’t let me upload a word document. The actual document – when looked at with all the ‘track changes’ notes actually looks very funky and shows just how each paragraph was phrased and edited and rephrased. Hence all you can actually see when I copy & paste into Blogger is the superscript & strike through effects.


Oh well – another time maybe.


p.s. although I think it might have worked if I were using Office 2007 – ‘cos with that you can automatically directly upload to Blogger via the word document.

I close my eyes
And take a deep breath ..

I let the sounds of the ocean
Take over me ..
Surround me ...

The wind breathing softly
Caressing my skin
Light as a feather ..

The sensations ripple
Through me
As if giving me
A new life ...
Do you know me?
What is my identity?
Who am I to you
amongst all those
you've met?

Will you remember
my name long
after we've parted
ways?
Or will I remain
a hauntingly
familiar face?

How many of 'me'
have you come
across today?

Next time, perhaps,
you'll remember
me by name...
perhaps you'll know
me for me...
A single teardrop
rolled over her face
alone, by itself

Reflecting in
it's glistening
the rawness
that engulfed
those eyes ...

A shattering pain
sketched within
the deep turmoil
held by those eyes ...

If it were not
for that single tear
the raw pain
echoing through
an aching soul
would never
have been
discovered
Release me...
release me from
this world of
hate and deceit

From the pain
and misery
brought to mankind -
by mankind

Release me
from the torture
inflicted upon our
generation

Release me
from the given
ideologies and
the quest for power

Release me
give me my freedom
free me from this world
Release me - for eternity....
Helplessly he shrugged
his shoulders as if to
lift a damned weight
that held him down...

The sudden turn of
his head gave an
indication to his
anxiety

The new lines on his face
were a sign of age
Something new a flash of
pain drawn across the
craggy features
of his jawline

And a small smile
with which he
said goodbye
I stand restless,
ill-at-ease
waiting ...
for something
for someone ...
for an unkown
entity or object

I know not
why I feel so
eventually I will
find out ...

I will stay
this way,
restless,
frantic and
anxious ...
and see what,
it is that awaits me.