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"Poetry is what gets lost in translation."

Wed, 12 May 2010 15:19:24 -0700

“Poetry is what gets lost in translation.”

- Robert Frost

"Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary."

Wed, 14 Apr 2010 16:53:28 -0700

“Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.”

- Kahlil Gibran

Flint and Steel

Wed, 06 Jan 2010 00:19:23 -0800

With strength, with spirit and hardened with heat,

Thy Steel beseeched, bloodied through wounds of war.

And with gentle harboring, wonted through sweet

Warmth, Flint forsooth is strong and fain at core.

Swords and hammers, thou, Steel, do wield and more

But soft, ‘tis softer stone of Flint does Steel

Lose his edge upon hers as they thrust for

‘Tis the spark so small yet certain they feel.

With tightened lips and with gentle breath, zeal

Fills their tinder with fervor. Desire

Feeds and passions burn with certain appeal.

‘Tis patience which two may find true fire.

Though rain and thunder may sunder with scars,

‘Tis love, forever, which lives in the stars.

Mysteriously Delirious

Fri, 20 Nov 2009 15:27:00 -0800

A soundless visage, your choices imperious

and graceful as they are fickle, impervious

to revision. Your glimmer of a smile, simply mysterious

and my smile nothing, only feverish and delirious.

That glimmer is a signal of nothing serious:

something angelic, sweet and simply harmonious.

As the melody flows with dainty dynamics,

you must realize that the one who is soundless, is me.

I hear a call; I sound a cry: something human, nothing special...

Fri, 20 Nov 2009 15:20:00 -0800

I hear a call; I sound a cry: something human, nothing special to the eye.

I grab the air, that wonderful air. A massive breath, and lightly sigh.

Awakened in this world, completely out of place,

Peeking back my shoulder, with not a single trace

Of where I’m from, where I belong,

With this voice, I can feel strong,

I can breathe, learn this song,

I can be brave,

Learn to be headstrong.

I conquered lands; I walked the ruins

Mastered war, I called fire from the sky.

Sword in hand, roaring every command

But something was missing, greed was calling.

So I searched far, and I searched inside.

Chasing the secret, which my soul hides.

I can run, I can reach,

I can feel fear,

But nothing I can’t breach.

Strong as stone, I’m never alone.

My army awaits every demand, every stand.

Their souls are mine, my strength is clear.

My heart’s yellow flames, they burn and they sear.

I hear a call; I sound a cry: something human; nothing special to the eye.

I grip the air, that loving air. A massive breath, and lightly cough.

Falling in the light, looking for my place.

I look at my kingdom - can’t help to find a smile on my face.

Poetry!

Wed, 18 Nov 2009 04:16:00 -0800

“Leda and the Swan”

Sexual Innuendo

Yeats was pro at it!

(Most favorite poem ever) ^_^

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Sun, 15 Nov 2009 23:49:00 -0800

I made a tumblr

And it looks pretty awesome.

Haiku are sexy.