I am "King" in this kingdom speak my name and interpret- this inheritance one day for marriage I'll forfeit Last name will be gone, set sail like the many ships from Otaru's
shores
Yes I am also she, in the Land of the rising Sun, "River running through the sandy beaches", Sweet sea breeze- Waters filled with God's creatures Land centuries old, growing population, Economy booming from water import-exportation
In the Land of the rising Sun.Home to the known cherry blossom, Immovable I sit within Hokkaido's bosom
So I and the Land of the rising sun... Where lies our connection? Only a matter of English- I am "King" and still "River running through the sandy Beaches"- To Asia's East- time and space, To Africa's West- title graced I am Lord, I am Earth and Sky I am "OTARU"
Its happening at the dVerse ˜ Poets pub: Its all about Asia tonight! You’re more than welcome to join in the fun!
(Picture culled from Google.com)
Non-mythical creature that hunts its prey most times the midnight hour Lures it home for a nightcap and somewhere in between will say
"excuse me while I take a shower"
Time passes and by virtue of alcoholic venom his prey relaxes, Defense mechanism deactivated - Here is where his chance is!
His deep stare, paralyzing, undressing his victim before his hands do Having his wicked way, by morning through - his victim turned to stone
rests as another trophy on his mental mantle.
Consider I not the sweet but sour my teeth do gnash this late night hour
Sorrow makes the news... a constant reality as Love gains distance from humanity
A crimson generation we've become No fire works, we prefer guns and exploding bombs
And to what end is all the killing- what creed? lives-limbs lost, fulfilling what need?!
She could have been our mother, They could have been your kin
... They were!
They are!
I am!
We are!
So whats with all the blood spilling?
...O Love be our volition to find! That this generation may regain its title- "Man-KIND"
(Googled picture)
This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is KINDNESS- Dalai Lama
So I’m the BIG BAD Wolf taking my morning stroll in the forest – The forest being my natural habitat. Haven’t had breakfast yet- Might I just point out that I’m a MEAT EATER and so its my God given right to crave flesh.
The morning is still very young and I’m yet to find befitting prey to match my hunger pangs. Then I spot “Red” wondering along in her tacky cloak- Not that the color matters much, I’m Color blind.
She’s all alone, the defenseless little creature…
WAIT! So I’m the “BAD” Wolf for landing prey that’s coincidentally a little girl, left to roam the forest ALL ALONE while on her way to long distance- Grand Ma’s house???!!!
Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury PLEASE! Putting all bias aside I ask you to consider this poor, hungry carnivore- Me! What would you have done in my shoes (paws), craving your daily fill of flesh and blood? If anything it should be Red’s parent’s baring that adjective!
I’m not trying to justify what I did- eating Grammy and Red, but it was only natural. I hunt that which is of my territory- within the Forest… THEY WERE!
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Much is learnt from this To see through another’s eyes prejudice aside
Glasses clank and voices raise,
Whilst in ‘spirit Jubilant souls to Bacchus praise. Earlier scene of sober gathering, Bodies now lay intoxicated,
Slain by California Kings.
Laughing angels dancing round burn fires Drenched with youthful spirit and innocence Life is a dream, in our small frames once lived
Imagination fueled young desires Cowboys ‘n’ Indians, we played in pretense By day-dream’s Never-land we are captive
Boisterous as chirping birds on a wire Love and friendship we share in transparence Being naughty or nice without motive
Trampoline jumping, higher and higher Skirts raise and the boys stare with pure essence “Girls wear weird shorts”- minds still uncorruptive
That age, care-free will I always admire Day-dreams, laughs, tears… flickers from burn fires
Its about Trireme Sonnet tonight on dVerse and we haveSamuel Peraltataking us through the motions 🙂
The Sonnet consists of four tercets (with rhyme scheme ABC-ABC-ABC-ABC), followed by a heroic couplet (with rhyme taken from one of the above tercet lines, AA, or BB, or CC).
“Let me say at the risk of seeming ridiculous that the true revolutionary is guided by great feelings of love.”
Besides magazines I have read and documentaries I’ve watched about the Inca, Mayan and Aztec Civilizations, there is very little I know about South America. However, during my teenage years I came across the ruggedly handsome face of a certain Latino for the first time on a T-Shirt and below his picture was his name written in bold letters, “CHE”. It was love at first sight! Thank goodness for “Google”, I found him right quick. 😉
Reading up on my new love interest I was quite disappointed to find out that he was dead and that had he lived would have been old enough to be my grand daddy! …But the education I got while reading up on this great man was an eye opener on what it takes to truly Dream and dream selflessly.
It took the marathon motorcycle ride of a young Argentine through all of South America for an Ideal to be borne- A borderless, united Hispanic America sharing a common Latino heritage…
What a visionary!
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He dreamed of one voice
To dream and sacrifice much
That he did till death
I write these words on parchment in a matter of minutes yet on my heart inscribed in seconds. In essence there they always resided.
With speed of thought my brain speaks, my fingers grasp the quill and by awe of such thought I am stilled…
Then I write, yet stunted as ink in my tool takes flight. By new pen my heart unfolds on paper…
“I Love Thee”
By 3 words is my heart’s epistle summarized… I LOVE THEE! Such emotion intense- As bees to nectar, wanting am I of your sweet existence
By love, though through fantasy my heart accomplishes in leaps and bounds.
By cupid’s arrow, by Aphrodite’s kiss I am bewitched and lay down all resistance towards the need, which is you
Love! O Love! By this I am set upon hills and confess my heart in song- Hallelujah!
History of our union a vision of mere moments, scenes capturing our love that births generations to follow
By same love my longing flesh is humbled while in your presence, my tongue limp- lips clasp shut… in elusive thought I am lost
A letter of my love confessed is insufficient still. Writing until my fingers bleed changes you little.
You also, limited by your own sweet shell- Inhibited by time, slowly consuming lengthy and yet poor manifestations of my love on parchment
O that you would come away with me! Come dear love and intrude my fantasy… Naked is my desire!
I, confessing my heart with these 3 words do profess Love eternal…
I Love Thee…
Watched “Shakespeare in Love” on Saturday night and it felt like the first time 😮 … I’m totally in-love with the lingo and yes, it inspired me towards this piece… I just hope I didn’t do too badly 😀
Festival King 