January - March 2002 Archives

Unnatural beauty

feeds@yuku.com (Unregistered(d)) — Sat, 30 Mar 2002 09:26:53 GMT

Her beauty was its own organ of sense :
an ear which sang,
a perfumed nose,
a tongue made of honey,
a touch which spun its
register of densities
an eye which wove beams.

She was
the lightening rod
which drove up serrated streams
of fire.

Desire was her atom,
the dimensions of space,
coherence, design,
the seams of the universe,
the grand cosmological scheme
written into the lines of each face
turned towards her.
And they all...

Ecce Homo

feeds@yuku.com (Unregistered(d)) — Sat, 30 Mar 2002 02:36:48 GMT

Behold the men with the weight is bent,
To take our faults to calvary is sent,
Have we no pity on such disgrace
as he drags his cross with lengthy pace?

The crown of thorns weaved our errors,
Scourged and abused by our terrors,
The cross with our weight he carries,
savoring our wrongs there he tarrys.

Mother dearest mother pure
behold your son will he endure?
Holy son of the Most high,
Behold his poor mother sigh,

Israel against you the serpent...

Morality

feeds@yuku.com (Teagan De Danaan) — Fri, 29 Mar 2002 22:35:34 GMT

Morality

The Gods or God have made a plan
Ignored by the conceit of man
And Satan guides the very mind
Of some who are the leader kind.
The rules of war are better made
As true as the steel of a Toledo blade
Power and greed quickly wrought
Morals, ideals and similar thought.

We are all of God and speak to him
He is the only one that deems a sin
Not someone that's dressed and clean
And muck and filth he's never...

Dream..........................By Pharo

feeds@yuku.com (Unregistered(d)) — Fri, 29 Mar 2002 21:51:20 GMT
So preoccupied with things, we could leave for the morrow,
So quickly pass the years, lamenting our past with sorrow,
Where are the friendships, that forever thought would last,
Somewhere forever ever buried, in granules of the past?

With joints rusted, by the tears we have shed,
Aching in the morning, and tired when we go to bed,
The chill of loneliness, our only true and lasting friend,
Wishing full of hope, to meet someone at the other bend.
...

Time

feeds@yuku.com (Teagan De Danaan) — Thu, 28 Mar 2002 23:36:22 GMT

Time

We never get enough time to talk
Or to be able to spend together.
If I was with you for a million years
It would not be enough.
The little time we do have together
Is enough to tell me
I want to spend Eternity with you.
I love you.

The Poets Garret

So long my friend since we met,

feeds@yuku.com (Unregistered(d)) — Thu, 28 Mar 2002 06:51:45 GMT
It seems that that the sands are all amess,
tumbling slowly throught that old hour glass,
how long my dear friend since we met
when you typed sena@plateautel.net?

I have sought through piles of music sheets
trying to find how the end truly meets,
of that address I copied so long ago
I lost it and I can't find it to let you know.

Repeat those letters you so kindly sent,
when the hours of reading them were spent,
now trickled through the hourglass...

Farewells

feeds@yuku.com (Unregistered(d)) — Wed, 27 Mar 2002 21:57:21 GMT
The tip of the sails on sea horizons sinks,
I wonder where end those friendship links,
my friend to where do you take it all,
life and song like sand from handfuls fall.

Wherever the trill of the song bird goes,
the wind will take song and bird when it blows,
to move that ship on that sea of tears,
with all the memories of our passing years.

Where will the music go when that bird dies,
will it go with you to those vast open skies,
but what do you leave me...

Words

feeds@yuku.com (Unregistered(d)) — Wed, 27 Mar 2002 15:59:39 GMT
Words

Words can't keep from hurting.
They carry too much pain.
Each period's a stab wound.
Each comma cuts a vein.

The trail of lies is too long
To find their true intent.
They've lost their voice for singing.
Their energy is spent.

English barters business
And German works for war.
For romance we use French.
But even it's a chore.

"Forgive" is not forgiveness
And "love" is not the act.
One cannot feel another's...

Nae Explanation (Scots dialect)

feeds@yuku.com (Unregistered(d)) — Wed, 27 Mar 2002 15:56:37 GMT
Nae Explanation

ah dinna ken wa mah een sadden when eh think ay ye.
ah canna explain it.
we hae ne'er mit.

ah dinna ken wa ah hear sangs when ah dream abit ye.
ah canna explain it.
we luv in different warlds.

ah dinna ken wa ah gab tae ye aw day lang in mah thooghts.
ah canna explain it.
ah am nae yer man.

ah dinna ken wa mah ardent arms want tae hauld ye.
ah canna explain it.
ah am nae free.

ah dinna ken wa mah bampot hert is...

Bamboo

feeds@yuku.com (Unregistered(d)) — Tue, 26 Mar 2002 09:56:55 GMT
I'm a Malay world-traveler, in China known as zh,
Giant Panda's breakfast--a tender treat when new,
A kung fu fighting pole by Jackie Chan embossed,
First phoenix rising after the Hiroshima holocaust,

Ornate Chinese chopsticks that only work as two,
Sleeker than a model who threads the fashion zoo,
A soulful shakahachi, a writing brush aflow,
A stamp upon the heart of those who truly know.

My skin is smooth and slippery, draped in morning dew,
My head...

Candlelight.........erotica

feeds@yuku.com (Teagan De Danaan) — Tue, 26 Mar 2002 03:25:26 GMT

Candlelight

The room is lit by a candelabra
the four red candles exude a gentle flickering warmth
as they softly highlight your features
your soft wet eyes sparkling in the candles light.

We move from entree to main course
your eyes locked onto mine
as you feed each portion into your mouth
eyes telling me what you are doing.

Mouth suggestively moving
red lips enhanced by the soft yellow light
lidded eyes now...

Unspoken

feeds@yuku.com (Unregistered(d)) — Mon, 25 Mar 2002 06:30:25 GMT
Unspoken

Incapable of carving or articulating
the emotions I aspire to express-

How do you define a heart-sigh
through wisdom more intense
than words are gifted to convey?

How do you paint the reflection
of a heart reborn and fulsome,
amid a radiant tenderness to which
letters cannot be bent?

How do you divide the tears
of pleasure breaking threads of doubt,
or declare the syllabic...

Thoughts on Life and Death II, cinquains

feeds@yuku.com (Unregistered(d)) — Mon, 25 Mar 2002 04:01:24 GMT
Thoughts on Life and Death II
Cinquains
Leny Roovers
25-03-02

Living
New sunrise born
The night gives way to dawn
The cycle turning evermore
Rebirth

Rebirth
A new body
And a new life to live
New lessons to be learned as well
To grow

To grow
In mind and soul
To realize ones Self
Is part of our being humans
A...

Light Music

feeds@yuku.com (Teagan De Danaan) — Mon, 25 Mar 2002 03:57:32 GMT

Light Music

I close my eyes
so as to not see the sky
yet it remains so vivid
scorching into me.

What is darkness when there is love?
Love does not need a light.
Love is what is left when the light is gone
and two people are left.

That is love

The chorus of dawn awakens us
even though our eyes are closed
our senses tell us
and only fools ignore the truth.

Loves music heightens our senses
if we...

Strength

feeds@yuku.com (Unregistered(d)) — Mon, 25 Mar 2002 00:19:12 GMT
Strength
Leny Roovers
25-03-02

The smile in your eyes mirrors the
One I can feel in mine, you are as
Open to me as I am to you and we
Can read the thoughts we think as
We look at each other, warm and
Loving they are, these thoughts,
Enfolding us in a world of our own,
Where for this...

You are part of me

feeds@yuku.com (Unregistered(d)) — Sun, 24 Mar 2002 08:49:36 GMT
You are part of me
Leny Roovers
24-03-02

You are in every thought I think, in
Every dream I dream, you are in
Every move I make, in every
Smile I smile, my heart is
Beating just for you, in
Every rhythmic beat
I feel your name
Slowly being
Imprinted
In my
Soul

Thoughts on Life and Death, cinquains

feeds@yuku.com (Unregistered(d)) — Sun, 24 Mar 2002 02:10:14 GMT
Thoughts on Life and Death in Cinquains
To my Mother
Leny Roovers
24-03-02

Living
For a few years
And then we have to die
Which we sometimes even want to
Joining

Joining
The ones we miss
Or so we hope we will
Looking forward to reunion
In death

In death
What we call death
We might find new life
People who had a peep...

Owls Mists and Nocturnal Twists

feeds@yuku.com (Unregistered(d)) — Fri, 22 Mar 2002 12:28:35 GMT
There upon the window sill
Away from barn and mill
A bad omen to this Gypsy came,
In a tragic lovers' game.

Mystic mists and mystic moon,
Filled the Gypsy's darkened room,
Whatever ill that owl brought,
To see her lover her only thought.

There as she was nearing
She saw her lover in the clearing,
Unsheathed poniard on her arrival,
Raised her arm and killed her rival.

Her lover upon this sight
Also lost his life that night,
On that omen...

GHOSTS AND CROWS

feeds@yuku.com (Unregistered(d)) — Wed, 20 Mar 2002 21:17:50 GMT
ghosts and crows have always followed me
since I was a boy and stole your good name
YOU SENT the "rock-thrower" to slay me
and he came close, stealing my memory
slaying my soul, leaving the man
bill>elliott>death>sky<
I have known angels that weep
and silver that glitters
and drink that made me the fool
I have dueled a thousand times a thousand Kings
while peasants cheered
as I viewed their daughters in salvific wonderment
I have seen...

Another Hurdle

feeds@yuku.com (Galadrial Myst) — Wed, 20 Mar 2002 21:02:35 GMT
Silence prevails while all around mock her.
She reads, pressed to believe a rock
makes no noise skipping water,
and pretends not to see.
Into a cloud she flies,
this little bird of
broken wing,
flying blind
and deaf,
aware
of the
quiet.