Even as the flame of snows things is wont becoming avalanches of oblivion to stark empire of blank stares only, So likewise was it there a pan flute of weeping reeds to die in fields from point to heel. Who is that one who writhes fingers burning the house, more than the absence of everythingContinue reading “The Stark Empire”
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The Ghostwriter. Poetic Justice
My voice like a dove was offered in alms alone by laying the fitting framework, well-hired spirited, hand-lending backups, by not chasing dreams’ dead end, but rather cherishing its priceless moments along the well-penned lines of existing in it. A cued thought in my vocabulary processing attempts as each learn by heart, unwavering flash entersContinue reading “The Ghostwriter. Poetic Justice”
Turning your torture into a nest!
Turning your torture into a nest! Oh, yes, we are separate worlds (Always do the same and Janus, you bastard!) And this is what draws me, from Hell or Paradise, is it? Passion, now taste your deception! Nemesis, crossing paths, in the beginning, warming warriors to be broken into rocks. And you seeContinue reading “Turning your torture into a nest!”
Eternal echo of my death
Lips of self, riddled with glory In the theatre Lips yourself with Nereid [1] and her jewels. Lips myself, as I wander Knossos [2] the head of Taurus [3] I hold bull’s head claw and The Knossos maze I utter the dream: Forgiveness ..! I pray for Crippled Giant I pray forContinue reading “Eternal echo of my death”
Gold winner – poem “Dervish”
https://allpoetry.com/contest/2737176-Music-Quotes-Rhythm—Rhyme-LNP https://leilasamarrai.wordpress.com/2019/12/04/late-night-poets-discussing-my-poem-dervish-with-comments/ Dervish I had learned the secrets of the universe from the manuscript itself, and had felt the tones in the best of my fingertip muscles.Now, wasn’t it Music who went to the desert to know… that, in the wasteland of life, here, under this tree may my body be as the one ofContinue reading “Gold winner – poem “Dervish””
Once Upon a Time in Serbia
PCP = Party of Conscientious Prosperity A stone’s throw from a large river, The Communist-Capitalist Conjunction a paradise on earth was built. Coalition YOUR CHOICE just one big spiral going from one extreme to another only to stop in the middle. The Rationally Humanist Party becoming clerks or venal top dogs. We strongly recommend aContinue reading “Once Upon a Time in Serbia”
Aphrodite’s curse
You dare to talk about the psyche? You think I lack stamina for twenty-five push-ups? What do you know of a woman? Are you thinking of Psycho as Isolde Or Juliet perhaps? The ones who received Aphrodite’s curse To be beautiful, but lonely? She’s a vengeful bitch But still so pretty… Now go and lookContinue reading “Aphrodite’s curse”
Late Night Poets discussing my poem “Dervish”, with comments
Dervish I had learned the secrets of the universe from the manuscript itself, and had felt the tones in the best of my fingertip muscles. Now, wasn’t it Music who went to the desert to know… that, in the wasteland of life, here, under this tree may my body be as the one of theContinue reading “Late Night Poets discussing my poem “Dervish”, with comments”
Return of a serpent all the moon’s agitated fingers
Even as it returns who goeth down Sometimes to clear a drop of rain, which has envenomed a flood, or aught else that in the mouth weep for terror is hidden the sun is hiding its freshly drained liquid seeds It’s freckles and of a serpent all the moon’s agitated fingers and the instinct ofContinue reading “Return of a serpent all the moon’s agitated fingers”
Devilish Editors (with the dignity of a sheikh)
Then came we to the simulacrum wherein a puddle of blood a voyeur, this plagiarist and falsifier, scattered leavesthe provincial taste reigns inviolably., like the treetop, enlightening reformer in the age of the fiery-dark dream after a scream I was mounted by creativity. Or it was I riding on it as if it wereContinue reading “Devilish Editors (with the dignity of a sheikh)”
