Tag Archive | poetry
FRENCH TAIWANESE FANTINE
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
In late sun, the river and hills are beautiful In early sun, the sky and trees are beautiful Spring & Autumn are filled with glory The Mandarin ducks are sleeping Beneath a thousand sunsets of the extraordinary Each new human being witnesses The elderly guest blankets us in calligraphy A…
CAN YOU WRITE ABOUT LOVE?
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
Death is a preferable subject For a poet died of writing about love These diseases, suicides, war, religions Have to be put into perspective Why? Because love turns Literature into a poor resurrection Of dead poets, it’s better they stayed dead To be honest, Death teaches us immortality Reuniting with…
Trilogy in Lace
Originally posted on A Blog Less Traveled:
The first two poems were part of Lace Challenge for fellow blogger SJ Warner. The third poem is a prequel to the first two. I am re-blogging them here together. Ways of Desire Corset laced tight, tempting to eye and touch White lace, satin and high heels are…
THE DEMANDS OF SOLITUDE
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
My mind’s walls glows stars The nightstand of my eternity Is blushing a feverish pitch For Cleaning, self and foreigners And purity behind the doors I no longer can eat meat Said the pork to my nose I awoke to a dream of a Cactus Garden Where I could learn…
The Roggenbuck Principle
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
So I have heard you are obsessed with wonder The predominant thought of your being Is your Showzen, the arc frequency Everything sent out returns to the source You are a human transmission tower Your channel is your life Your thoughts attract consequent vibrations So I have heard you are…
MAN
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
I shut mine eyes and all the world drops dead Though gold and silver they never die Life goes on waltzing with stars yellow and red Till the dreams run moon-struck And creation whispers overhead (I think I made you up inside my head) Where the oceans rise and forests…
AFTER EARTH APOCALYPSE
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
Dead hands of foam lead me to The stasis that is extinction of human life Black sweet blood mouthfuls Of the Cities we built, machines we taught Like many species we Drove evolution into oblivion Becoming Gods of profit For feeble hours, substanceless blue Aware of short-term projects Suicidal, reckless,…
TRIBES AMONG THE STARS
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
Love set you going like a pendulum The instinct to profit from another Taking your place among the elements To marry the Earth, magnifying The fact that we depend upon Shadows and safety, tribe and nakedness We no longer think of our mothers Etched as we are in our own…
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