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timeshaiku: A haiku from the article: Seeking Clues to a Heart...

Thu, 16 May 2013 23:38:24 +1000

A haiku from the article: Seeking Clues to a Heart Killer in the DNA Binding a Family

Oh golly, Miss Molly

Sun, 12 May 2013 13:52:33 +1000

Oh golly Miss Molly, how sweetly now you lie
With dreams to softly rest upon your brow
And lead your slumber, ne’er to wonder why
Tonight the maddening fuss has played till now

No gentle Angel here to come upon
Your rest and wake you, set aside the myrrh
and frankincense, defer the Kings anon
And stay their humble greetings, lest you stir

When you awake, though all your cries and tears
May cower monsters back into their beds
Our warm embraces shall allay your fears
And kisses shall await you in their stead

It was a most auspicious Autumn day
When you arrived this glorious 10th of May

When a good man dies

Mon, 18 Mar 2013 23:37:24 +1100

When a good man dies, the World will make its turn
The Sun shall mark its rise, the Moon still casts
A wan and silver light through clouds of thrones
That drift through whispered nights until their last

When a good man dies, the rains will break and fall
And flowing rivers bear petals afloat
The oceans heave, and still the tides will call
The sailors and fishermen to their boats

When a good man dies, Earth’s heart is sorely rent
And earthquakes stir the roots of sleeping trees
Till trembling from their branches, spirits spent
As all their memories fall as Autumn leaves

When a good man dies, so weighed against his worth
The nightingale will sing without its mirth

To Francis

Fri, 08 Mar 2013 10:46:28 +1100

My glasses and my rosary shall mark
My sleep and stillness, only then to lie
This moment hence, for soon I shall embark
On nameless journeys, when and when not I

A promise then, a colour to the breeze
Heralds my passing, yet I shall not know
From dear departed shores, no course will ease
My kindred’s sorrow, through dusk and earthly yaw

Before the dawn, those white-tipped wings will grace
The moment of the yonder blue and star
Shall in the breaking morning’s cool embrace
Anoint upon this gift for you afar

This path you tread, you’ll wander not alone
As gentle breezes bear my memory home

fer1972: Paintings by Shin Kwang Ho

Fri, 08 Mar 2013 10:44:40 +1100

fer1972:

Paintings by Shin Kwang Ho

Goodbye

Mon, 25 Feb 2013 20:48:38 +1100

I thought I heard your laughter at the door
I left it open just so on the chance
The wind would play again, just as before
And lead this Summer’s leaves into a dance

I thought I saw your smile, I think, perhaps
It was the sunlight though, I may have stared
Too hard upon the space where you had sat
Beneath the window on your favourite chair

I thought I felt your touch upon my heart
Although it was misplaced, but it did seem
That you were there, and we were not apart
And I could carry you into my dream

Forgive me, Love, I think that I may cry
I never had my chance to say goodbye

Where to has love but gone?

Sun, 13 Jan 2013 14:10:59 +1100

Where to has love but gone? A fresher face
Departed from old promises anon
To new and unfamiliar shores embraced
To seek and bide exquisite torment ‘pon?

That love which flirts, a love which has its youth
Holds in its palm the envy of the world
A radiant beauty, ne’er to be uncouth
For lovers love, and so new love unfurls

My love will age, for surely it must cede
To time, as with all things so too must pass
From love, this moment where the blush will leave
And ask of me, from me, is this love’s last?

For love, I’ll peel my mask to show my soul
And pray my love will now consume me whole

Butterflies

Tue, 01 Jan 2013 20:51:22 +1100

The butterflies which flew upon the breath
Of memories awoken by the Sun
‘pon gentle breezes rose unto their death
And chose the blessed Earth to fall upon

The fluttering of wings seemed endless till
The moment when their glistening scales would hide
With falling clouds their rendered vision filled
The final fading shadows of the sky

Then swift, the rain of wings would have consumed
Us all, to cede us up to ghosts before
Our solitude is giv’n and so subsumed
By fluttering cadences become a roar

Oh hear the winds bemoan us in their flight
For Icarus would weep for us this night

Haiku (30.12.12)

Tue, 01 Jan 2013 20:49:01 +1100

live-love-be-fearless:

We all have our roots

but often do not know how

vast our branches spread.

The cry

Mon, 31 Dec 2012 17:26:05 +1100

Within the womb the blood of hearts entwine
and dance, until each secret is revealed
Then to this covenant, as from the vine
Is born our blood and with our blood is sealed

Beyond each labor’s suffering, a breath
Seems as a prayer as yet to be fulfilled
From birth until the greeting of our death
Yet in this moment hope shall be distilled

May gentler angels come to walk this Earth
To love, and thence to rise and lead us all
But ne’er to judge us ‘pon our seasoned worth
Or by those things in which we err to fall

Within the cry that breaks the silent night
Our own redemption lies, as must our plight

The shell

Sun, 16 Dec 2012 14:14:30 +1100

Soft were the waves that lapped against the shore
And in the prints they left just as a thumb
Had pressed, those sandy ridges shaped before
The whim of ardent winds and moon and sun

There as the tide rode out to vision’s end
From thence the bare backed seas were seen to arch
And carried in, the sands were churned again
The treasures ta’en, the sea had sought to part

A shell that lay abandoned once contained
A host that wore it ‘gainst the waves and foes
Deserted by the tide beneath the rain
Lay glistening there beyond despair and woe

Against my ear it softly spoke to me
For stolen in my palm, I held the sea.

Smokeinatin: A few things to say

Sun, 16 Dec 2012 14:13:36 +1100

Smokeinatin: A few things to say:

smokeinatin:

Firstly, I would like to say a warm thank you to the editor(s) who have featured a couple of my recent poems. It feels good to receive a blue tag on some words of mine. I’d also like to say a welcoming hello to some of my new followers. I am looking forward to follow up on your pages and find some…

Dust

Sat, 15 Dec 2012 23:10:15 +1100

Where lies the beating heart? The blood which flowed
Is nought but dust within these ghostly veins
Now shadows creep across the walls and roads
Meandering through the last of what remains

Would that the words spok’n here could have endured
These susurrations never came to be
The whispers from the walls Time had immured
Nor echoes from the wind across the trees

This crumbled ruin, polished into dust
Is tenured hence, for here the stones begin
The silent tomes, that in their telling must
Defile the ghosts whose truth was hid within

As wings now palpitate through dark and light
The beating heart is lost within their flight

Trinkets

Mon, 03 Dec 2012 08:39:27 +1100

Take down the boxes from their dusty shelves
And gently pry apart the folded leaves
Unwrap the secrets so to timely delve
Into the murky depths of soft deceits

Amongst the scrawled misgivings and the shades
Of faded smiles that wander through the years
Across the ageing faces, till the page
Is turned again to mask their vagrant tears

These cardboard mausoleums that would hold
The bolded spectres we could ne’er replace
When age, and loss and entropy and mould
Make mysteries of all that were encased

These overflowing shelves, our lives could fill
A thousand trinkets Time would finally steal

Remnants

Sun, 02 Dec 2012 10:58:02 +1100

Time peels away the layers of my life
To watch my clothing fall upon my feet
And naked now I stand and filled with strife
I’m at a loss for who I ought to be

My garments all, my shirt, my shoes, my coat
The socks I wore until they were too thin
My friends, all parted with their stories tote
To dust, to leave me lost within my skin

Take up the brush, I beg, and paint upon
Those mystic symbols to adorn my face
Unspoken meanings lost within a song
I half remember in a dream’s embrace

In my reflection, shall the markings be
Those remnants of the life now left to me

Gods and their machines

Sat, 24 Nov 2012 10:02:13 +1100

Amongst a thousand olive trees that kept
A dream of fragrant breezes and the waves
The harvests failed, and all the children wept
When swallows fled the remnants of the day

For now the Sun is spent, its garlands fall
The petals cast as floral sacrament
To Earth and weary feet that fled the walls
That shook and tumbled with the sky’s lament

Into the mouths of wolves, how could it be
Their baying at the moon did not portend
To shepherds and their flocks, catastrophe
That lay in wait of all things at the end

The screams and wails of Gods and their machines
Intrude upon the edges of our dreams

Painted spirits

Sat, 10 Nov 2012 00:39:00 +1100

The painted spirits hide ‘midst ochre dreams
Meandering ‘tween the waking and the dead
So lost, yet immemorial markings seem
To lure the whispered memories from their heads

Like shadows caught within the piercing gaze
Of eyes endowed with power beyond the light
And so entombed, the ministries of days
Forget the fateful coming of the night

In stillness, can you hear the Dreaming’s song?
It calls out to its children from the place
Where spirits hide, till soon the Dreaming longs
To hold forgotten worlds in its embrace

This moment of the Dreamtime, it may be
forever lost within the tapestry

The Hunted (Whispers)

Sat, 06 Oct 2012 15:24:32 +1000

The whispers spread, till burdened branches crack
And break, to scatter claws and padded feet
Their soft percussion lifts the hooded black
And gleaming eyes to wake, this night to greet.

A fluttering of feathers, that once were
The arrows ‘gainst the brutal world, assail
A broken chaos made, till all a blur
With chilling breezes now become a gale

Oh ride the winds, and heed the mountain’s call
There is no more redemption in this night,
The moon-tipped forest’s ghosts, are met by all
To hear the widow’s curse, take flight, take flight!

Then from the sky its shadow falls, Below
It’s wounded heart, lies soft and virgin snow

Lament

Mon, 01 Oct 2012 12:34:41 +1000

The skies will open
Until the preacher
Casts
A hymn
Across this darkened valley
Hence
And through the rain
The voices carry
Thin
To bring her home
This broken day to
end

Oh sing, oh sing,
May yet the music
Drown
The sorrows
Seeping through the lonely
hills
As echoes rattle branch
And root, while
down
the stream will
float the blooming flowers
still

My tears, my tears
Come pouring from the
sky
As melancholy Hosts will not
refrain
From their laments
o’er where my bonnie
lies
Until beneath the Earth
We’ll meet
again

My spirit now
is broken
As my
troth
Is now forsa’en
For now
My love is
lost

500 hours

Sun, 30 Sep 2012 21:08:20 +1000

From birth, through the decay of Time will cross
The void to catch a keener eye to gaze
At eons past, the fields of moments lost
These remnants of those first and final days

In dimming clusters burnt a million Suns
Who sent their ghosts across the breach of space,
To wander as a paradox, that once
uncovered, yields their lost and hidden face

As now we seek those galaxies that were
Unyielding in their brilliance, thereupon
Our mortal eyes, their hope and glory sure,
‘fore dying Suns would turn all others wan

As then, the dark horizon’s promise be
Our Sun will be our only legacy