calendar for my friend
Numbered are the days.
Bring the new calendar.
A bash is going to be
organized at home.
Is it your home or mine?
Does that matter now?
Of course with the days
are so close to renew
the charter of life
it hardly matters.
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Conversation on Mughals
Lick the blood; use your red tongue to illustrate
a portrait of emotion. A moonless scream
permeates the party of stars you, by now, have
every intention to leave and walk, whistling,
on an imaginary prairie, soft plain,
a mystical pampas. See your face pressed on
the window, focused and focused on what you
do next on this party. Somebody mentions
the intellectual monarch Humayun.
I can not tell him how he had fallen down
the stairs but I can feel Babur’s ghost praying
and see the spots of blood on the staircases.
Dip your fingers in blood; draw a history
where wind combed a night in a monsoon prairie
and a father returned from death to pray.
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My Inspiration
©Robert C Burnham
I paint with words on parchment
In hope that they’ll reflect
Your sacredness resting within me
Your honor, your truth and your respect.
Our two souls have been united
Entwined in solitary embrace
Stitched together in cosmic fashion
Created by God’s own grace.
You are the fertile and rich soil
That allows my soul to grow
You are the mirror of my eyes
That allows my love to show.
The nutrients of your wisdom
Have awakened my sleeping shell
Forgotten, is my sadness inside
Adios, Au Revoir, Farewell.
You are my anchor in life’s sea
That once tossed me to and fro
Its storms and tempest winds
Given way, to your rainbow.
These words that I have painted
Across your soul and mine
I pray they’ll offer hope to all
That all love is not blind.
I know I am not a Poet
At best, I can only pretend
My inspiration comes from your sweet essence
And your essence flows from my pen.
J'espère que le renouvellement n'est pas seule imagination, mon ami
I hope that the reawakening is not just imaginary my friend?
How close did I come on that Robert?
I hope the renewal is not mere fantasy, my friend.
neuron - the nerve cell bodies and all of it's processes.
That's all it says? I remember 'nerves' were in there somewhere. Is memory retrieval one of the nerve cell bodies processes, Webster's a little vague.
Robert, you were just trying to be more precise and that's OK but I was just trying to be friendly-like.
And I'd rather talk neutrons than neurons any day.
So haunting. I would have never figured you for bloodlust.
And I prefer my screams under a moon.
(problems with my comments tonight, they're in and out..,????)
I understand the ambience when fellow(generic term princess) as you are included....poets join in and together in the essence of their poetry and the mutual appreciation of each others craft. Robert, comparrison is not allowed in the society as we are all equal in the site of the muses and express to different people that they may understand...some are red, some are blue...but listen close, we all are true!!
Kushal bring out the wine, we shall have a toast...to our future..Hey!!!
and as St. Robert once said " the Rainbow Deamon offers no escape
from Desolation Row"
Thank you. Pa. Do you think the blank verse for is suiting these poems?
the true soul of a poet wanders the hills of our minds be it day or night
Kushals even crosses the swelling sea to be with you and me!
Featured in the Triple Name Club.
(and neato)
But I also found that little snippet of Indian history fascinating, as I know very little about it.
But they left us memories in stone
Ku I've read your duet this AM (and the following revelry), and will form a more meaningful reply this afternoon. I got a very different take from the first piece.
of bones and love
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
I love your bloodthirsty image.
of bones and love
Numbered are the days... indeed they are!
The second-
Bloody! A new theme for you, Poddar? That was a little scary...gory.
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with many thanks
Mark