Some Poems

[Gwaimir Windgem]

Haikus get ragged on a lot, and they can get kinda self-indulgent sometimes. Sometimes, though, they come out as simple and expressive perfection. Like this one.

[Nerdanel]

wow, thanks!

[Nerdanel]

something i scribbled down a while ago..


I know I always leave you
it's always my own choice
And when I do apologise,
it never is my voice

For 'though your touch is heaven
your voice my favourite song
It's to the touch of oceans
and songs of winds I long

[Nerdanel]

child of the fertile crescent

from that first brilliant flash of light
and the high-pitched voices,
from the first breath of dry air,
cold against my naked skin,

the very soil i fell onto from my mother's womb
has never been mine;

but its richness and naïve generosity
bluntly stolen, torn from my bleeding hands
by those who occupy our land

to rape every growing thing
to harvest our ancient history
to build their armies
to keep the power
to control our soil.

until the day i leave this light,
these screams, the satisfying breath of air,
i will mourn the country i never had;
my tears watering its ever-giving soil.

[Nerdanel]

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my love is a piano player

my love is a piano player,

dreaming in chromatic scales,
of infinite circles of fifths
and musical offerings;

living a symphony
of interwoven movements,
working to compose our own polyphony

rich in counterpoint and harmony.

my love is a piano player,
and i her moving hands.

[EllethValatari]

A sonnet

Pottery

Together: incessantly the potters mold
Us, clods of clay first dug from earth.
A process replete with change; rebirth-
That pots may one day water hold.

Their hands methodically vertical-
Flowing, smoothing those to crack,
Straining to influence with chalk.
Our shape, our form, made lexical?

Some to the repercussion bend,
Forthwith, for terminus easily gained,
Cast fainéant, post years fourfold.

Others tilt, they desire more,
Taking advantage of the potter’s force;
To one day more than water hold.

[Nerdanel]

good, strong heart

he was
punished for his good life
with a big, strong heart
grown from hard work, abundant love, and
an open mind

always beating, sincerely, gladly
without judgment, even when
the gun was forced into his hands, even when
his veins filled with crabs,
circulating through him, pinching him,
eating him;
still, happily pumped around by
that big, strong heart

and after months on
that cold hospital bed,
in happiness or sorrow,
a lone tear rolled down
the dry, white cheek as his heart

just wouldn't

stop

beating.

[Jonathan]

I wrote this poem one night in February, immediately after I had come home from a lovely surprise party. "Uddevalla", mentioned at the end, is the town where I currently reside.

As I went to see my god-daughter Blenda,
little did I know my friends had an agenda.
See, I was fooled, I danced to their tune,
for what I thought would be a quiet afternoon
would turn out utterly different quite soon.

I had expected an ordinary meal,
unknowing of what the hosts tried to conceal.
A regular dinner with Blenda at her parents',
their secret plan was never apparent.

What then transpired was all too weird,
for out of nowhere, they all appeared!
The homely supper was nothing but a guise,
a clever cover so that all the guys
could give me the most amiable surprise!

Undeniably, it was a most cunning plot
- a great surprise party was what I got!
And all my closest friends were present,
indeed, I couldn't have had a better present!

The reason for the party, explained the host
was of course my imminent move to the west coast
whereto I will venture with a candid ambition
to work at the hospital as a junior physician
and treat patients with every kind of condition

I tell you now from the bottom of my heart
as I bid you adieu as I'm about to depart
You are the best of friends and I love you all!
See you guys when I return from Uddevall(a)!

[Nerdanel]

A limerick I wrote when I first started looking for work after leaving the academic world... :P

Limerick

From one to another universe I sprang
and promptly hit my head with a bang!
For students do not learn
how to work or how to earn;
Forever not a member of the Experience Gang...

[Nerdanel]

Rain catcher

I can't seem to
catch my thoughts they are
falling down a spiral,
lifted by a tornado

Landing in soil, like seed
germinating at first,
only to explode into a forest:

Dense, diverse, dripping,

Full of life and I see
how lucky I am,
surrounded –
embraced by this beauty,

By you.

Your confession started this
wind that took my mind;

Your fall for me and
our mutual understanding and
the love from those we've chosen to love
– a network of all I ever wanted:

Rational thinking,
understanding,
and feelings, abundant as the rain

In a forest.