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On Soulful Southwark
Bridge
I walk on soulful Southwark
Bridge at night
Under the street lamps that lower themselves to touch me
My mind equates the free air where it plays the space
And I let the night lights divide my shadow into three
That move as I walk while the
wet wind plays
With the waves and water bellow appearing fulsome
On which the city night lights create almost unreal
Silver fishes of lights playing rhythmic light lounge
While I inhale the air as
though life has mirrored itself
Into this wild absoluted nothingness that can only
Be reached in a state of wonder wounded melancholy
And I think of my children and family waiting ahead
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October Avenue of Lights
On a sudden response to a
surely sole urge I
Got off the bus one step before my destination
And began walking as if ahead I
had something
Serene and thriving waiting to be witnessed spellbound
I stepped onto the Bridge-an
October avenue of lights
Letting the water blown wet wind paint invisible works
On the canvas of my face,
blowing my hair with
A live thriving coolness that brings something magical
Out of oneself and I became a
welcome passing through
Visitor who would keep the melodies of these memories
Treasured and water these as
though they were diamond
Geraniums waiting to propagate into spectacles of silence
As I walked on the bridge I
looked at the fulsome-young
Trembling river where wind played out a living-dancing
Three dimensional canvas on the
surface of water
And allowed an array of communal artists to play out
An art work of the day: the
shadows of the buildings
The sky splattered with fluffy white light clouds
The sea gulls, the bridges and
the ever chasing waves
Rippling out and the boats and ships all joined in.
Having taken all that into my
areal being I carried on
Walking into the belly of the city where I work
Yet I carried something in my
essence that had a fragrance
An areal touch of something that felt like almost a living thing
Inside that kept beating and
singing a Serengeti sublime
And here it remains open to be taken for a ride at your leisure
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Aero Dynamics of Birds
The aero dynamics of a bird
touching down
A branch of a tree
Almost magically
Mesmerises it
Therefore the bird
Makes the tree
Forget the fact
That the visitor has got weight
Powered by seeds speed
A bird always lands on a tree
Leaving its weight suspended
Up in the air
As it touches down the branch
The aero dynamics of a bird touching down
A branch of a tree
Is born of a thing to be called
Oneness-in knowing one's place
And touch it with care just fitting in
As home is a temple
Even the birds know that
Thereby birds eliminate
The weight puzzle
Touching down the branch
As though they have magically
Evaporated the flesh of weight
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We Sing the Melody of
Fear
In the wise womb of our mother
We grew submerged in safe water
In the confined sphere of a space
Safety was the material membrane
Fear never waved nor did scare
drop
Supplied with necessities' keys we played
Fear never shadowed nor the melancholy
Mattered as we were beyond education
In the wise womb of our mother
We were no weary mini soldiers
We punched and kicked and slept
Knowing we were in our elements
Yet outside in all these sudden
lights
That blind us in darkness dazzling wild
We find us uprooted taught and planted
And now we sing the melody of fear
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Touch Body Aqua
Touch is time escaped
Only touch by passes time and
Engulfs us like the way water does
With the wet clothes of immediacy
And like bathing in aquatic
touch
We are in need of touch
Touching toughness into silk
We cultivate time-beaten sapphire
Touch torches our way into
Inner sanctum of being
You and I in touch
We cultivate silk out of our bodies
Touch! Oh touch! You are the
word!
I would only if I could
Melt you like snow flakes
Just to be in touch with my body aqua
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To Read the
Following Poems Follow the Links
The
Inner Phantom
I
Search for the Myth of Life
Like
a Blown Kiss
Rainbow
Lady
East
Grinstead
Epyllion
Circularity
of Our Understanding
Playing
I do with Words
I’m
no Macbeth
The
Straight Line Theory
Keep
Falling Starlike
Slaves
of None
Through
the Window
In
the End
Theory
of Spin
A
House of Clouds in the Sky
The
Bud Dramatics
Sizzling
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Illumine My Ithaca
We are luminous vulnerable creatures
Light-sands absorb our weights
We illuminate as we float light
On the infinite floating garden
Of the universe expanding
Perpetually through the space
Only I wish we had the sight
To see this big scale of things
Illumine my Ithaca! Illumine!
And let me take in the lumina!
And I shall make my maiden music
For a people who are all illumanate
We are all luminous vulnerable creatures
Illuminating things, nothing and space
Illumine my Ithaca! Illumine!
Let me walk towards you like lights
Let me learn the grammar of lights
And teach myself how to illumine
The very souls next to me by touching
And sing the melody so they can illumine
Me to ensure infinite darkness digress
Itself to finite infiniteness of our luminous spell
Illumine my Ithaca! Illumine!
Let me walk towards you like lights
Luminous
On the transparent round nest of opaque clouds
Sits the luminous moon overwhelmed by the sky
To hatch the dawn out of the evening that waits
Wearing an awe while the time readies the space
At Bally Marrey
The train stopped
At Bally Marrey
Clouding the air
Noises gather people
Rushing to get on board
From the detachment
Of the train window
I looked for any face
That seems close enough
Just to relate a stone
The train moved
From the platform
Clouding the air
Noises settle like autumn leaves
I gather myself to go
Without knowing
The stone stoned in my heart
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Fishing at Poetry Cafe
In winter evening's patchwork
space
Sitting at the Poetry Cafe
The chair becomes a stone
Where I sit to fish the reality out
The space sprinkled with people
A stream of sounds flows by
And fishes of conversations swim
The lights mimic clouds harassed sunny day
Absorbing the aroma of warmth
I sit being the man trying to fish the reality out
Invisible fishing rods in the
stream
I sit on the chair-stone
Connecting the out poured flood of information
Sights, smell, hearing, taste and touch
Fish for me into the reality's stream
And thereby the living of the
evening
Expounds me into an areal song
That rises high like cappuccino evaporating
And a phoenix of tranquil joy
Spreads its monumental wings into the areal sky
At the Poetry Cafe I sit
Trying to fish the reality out
Out of our living
Poetry Pearl sparkles in now areal eyes
That become part of the song
Sung by the phoenix soaring
High in the majesty of height.
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Between Two Strands
Standing between two strands
I find my space forming a third
Where I gather my silent songs
And a scripture code from a cultivating
Depth of things unfolding perpetually
Standing between the Strand
Shaped up by human ingenuity
In constant flow of people-current
And the she-river we call Thames
I sing the current of three stands
In days and nights tempo may
change
But our going goes on gorgeously
Human Strand and God's one together
And mine expand in both yet stands alone
Where I invite you all to come and swim
Standing between two strands
I create your future's strand
Out of your present and past
With more than what you give me
And you get back more than what is there
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Beauty Beholds Us
Beauty beholds us in a
beautifully
Crafted coral of a design
Dutifully digressing attempts
Of the opposite with optimum
Efforts enabling our tasks
To cultivate our meaning
Of what it means to be
A human living and losing
Gaining and defining
What it is that we are
That requires a choice
To make a stand with something
And all we have to do
Is respond to it with arms
Open warm and alive holding
Beauty beholds us in a
beautifully
Crafted coral of a design and all
That's required of us is respond
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Object Ocean
The light is target bound aimed
at touching something
And until it does the luminous tubes of the
Rivers of rays where the photons carry on swimming
Carry on marching forward as though the ocean
Is a material solid thing
offering a hit so desired!
And until they reach it they carry on gushing rushing
Through the vastness of the space where nothing
Stands on their way and they go as though in an eternal
Hurry and they move and they go
sharp fast and clean
Lights bear the stamp of an eternal hope and not giving up
They do not know the word stop until they touch the goal
The target object ocean that waits light years away at times
The light is target bound and
aimed at touching something
And until it does the rays are the carriages that run
Where the photons bubble up dazzling razzmatazz
Always singing the music of the object ocean ahead
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To Read the
Following Poems Follow the Links
The
Inner Phantom
I
Search for the Myth of Life
Like
a Blown Kiss
Rainbow
Lady
East
Grinstead
Epyllion
Circularity
of Our Understanding
Playing
I do with Words
I’m
no Macbeth
The
Straight Line Theory
Keep
Falling Starlike
Slaves
of None
Through
the Window
In
the End
Theory
of Spin
A
House of Clouds in the Sky
The
Bud Dramatics
Sizzling
To
Read More of Munayem Mayenin's Poetry
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