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Opening of Irenium
How shall I begin this tale
of a tall order?
A tale, tell me muse, of magnetic magnificence?
And of misguided judgments born of stupidity?
That, without any heroes or villains, brought
Un-chartered chaos, doom and destructions;
Blood, famine and deaths of all kinds and forms
To the people of Irenium who knew of magic
Yet forgot the alphabet that wrote its code
To the beautiful bounteous lands skies and oceans.
Irenium! Tell me muse, what
the name means
To the vastness of the space infinitum on which
She floats like a spellbinding emerald aquamarine
And blue: Irenium! The wonder of wind and aqua
Magical response of oxygenated lights and seasons
In an windless infinite void
and thick stretched out
Darkness, Irenium floated as a she peacock always
In her attire and sapphires dazzling the heavens!
Irenium the land where
shadows spoke of lights
And where darkness bore the children of lights
Yet, tell me muse, where
shall I begin this tale
While my hear trembles in a combined pulls of
Sadness, sorrows and an overwhelming awe?
Where shall I begin this tale? Tell me Muse,
Touch me with your enlightened wings and
Tell me, teach me where and how to begin?
Beneath the high altars and
citadel of heavens
Sprang this multidimensional and multitudinous
Vast void infinitum covered in thick impenetrable
Darkness that is the infinite womb of the universe
Where things and nothing life and its music form
Of a nothingness out of darkness that Irenium
Called space that was how the magic of motion
Started to roll out in a whirlwind of openings
The infinite dark void
pressed the centre of
Nothingness with infinite pressures, force
Where speed sparks and it became solidas
Into a shining darkness thicker than anything
That existed. It carried on moving outward
In all directions leaving spread out space and
Objects were released and things began appearing
Stars form with their systems planets and
Their orbits and moons and their weather
Galaxies formed with billions of stars with
The razzmatazz of funfair of lights and fireworks
Galaxillations formed where stars formed
Their constellations and there was the triad
Space time and motion all
linked together in a
Mathematical marry go round three goes
Hand in hand taking everything along
So the black hole unfolds the
space and
New galaxies and stars are born as they die
At the same time and it seemed each galaxy
Keeps a black hole in their breast as core
That releases space out creating more stars
And everything thus is in outbound motion
Perpetually expanding like objects-lights
On this scheme of things Irenium found herself
Forming a part of Milky Way Galaxy where roam
About 400 billions stars forming a firefly network
And among which Irenium's tiny star belonged
That procured the magic of the perfect location
For life: heat, lights, waves, weather, rays and seasons
On which Irenium was the most blessed for she
Was the radiant receiver of the just amount of all
Of lights, heats, fires and
water, winds and rays,
Weather, seasons and wind: all in a blissful mix
To furbish and further life and living that was
The most beautiful space in the vast infinitum
The Irenium she was, if my muse tells me right.
And this epic is where she is
the song, of which,
I will have to waltz about my Muse till she gets
Me the power and skills to deliver, I will weave
The strands where humans form the topaz of lights
Here, there are no heroes who
exalted in physical
Might and become high on the order of their murders
There are no villains nor there are any conspiring gods
Here we are on the radiant
aqua-emerald Irenium
Our heroes are liberate and we sing an epic for the
Time that catapults us towards the expanse of heavens
We are just beginning the tale: sit deep and sip the lire
This is the song of sure lights and phosphorescence
Photons' march past: no bloods nor killing or violence
Will ever darken our imagination to create heroes
Lights is beauty defined yet
darkness in no evil spread
Our pure joy is to elaborate each with the other to hoist
A joys' fountain without destroying the hibiscus plant
Nor do we need to darken lights to brighten the dark
Or kill the swan of dark to issue a dead sprung light-bulb
And here we stand taking in
the joys in this sphere
Irenium: radiant aqua-emerald Irenium! And her children
That aspire and stand together in a rainbow spread:
Music and lights Prometheus and Orpheus they are
Our heroes and our lights: we shall sing humanity's height
Opening of Irenium
Go
to Top
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
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Opening of Irenium
How shall I begin this tale
of a tall order?
A tale, tell me muse, of magnetic magnificence?
And of misguided judgments born of stupidity?
That, without any heroes or villains, brought
Un-chartered chaos, doom and destructions;
Blood, famine and deaths of all kinds and forms
To the people of Irenium who knew of magic
Yet forgot the alphabet that wrote its code
To the beautiful bounteous lands skies and oceans.
Irenium! Tell me muse, what
the name means
To the vastness of the space infinitum on which
She floats like a spellbinding emerald aquamarine
And blue: Irenium! The wonder of wind and aqua
Magical response of oxygenated lights and seasons
In an windless infinite void
and thick stretched out
Darkness, Irenium floated as a she peacock always
In her attire and sapphires dazzling the heavens!
Irenium the land where
shadows spoke of lights
And where darkness bore the children of lights
Yet, tell me muse, where
shall I begin this tale
While my hear trembles in a combined pulls of
Sadness, sorrows and an overwhelming awe?
Where shall I begin this tale? Tell me Muse,
Touch me with your enlightened wings and
Tell me, teach me where and how to begin?
Beneath the high altars and
citadel of heavens
Sprang this multidimensional and multitudinous
Vast void infinitum covered in thick impenetrable
Darkness that is the infinite womb of the universe
Where things and nothing life and its music form
Of a nothingness out of darkness that Irenium
Called space that was how the magic of motion
Started to roll out in a whirlwind of openings
The infinite dark void
pressed the centre of
Nothingness with infinite pressures, force
Where speed sparks and it became solidas
Into a shining darkness thicker than anything
That existed. It carried on moving outward
In all directions leaving spread out space and
Objects were released and things began appearing
Stars form with their systems planets and
Their orbits and moons and their weather
Galaxies formed with billions of stars with
The razzmatazz of funfair of lights and fireworks
Galaxillations formed where stars formed
Their constellations and there was the triad
Space time and motion all
linked together in a
Mathematical marry go round three goes
Hand in hand taking everything along
So the black hole unfolds the
space and
New galaxies and stars are born as they die
At the same time and it seemed each galaxy
Keeps a black hole in their breast as core
That releases space out creating more stars
And everything thus is in outbound motion
Perpetually expanding like objects-lights
On this scheme of things Irenium found herself
Forming a part of Milky Way Galaxy where roam
About 400 billions stars forming a firefly network
And among which Irenium's tiny star belonged
That procured the magic of the perfect location
For life: heat, lights, waves, weather, rays and seasons
On which Irenium was the most blessed for she
Was the radiant receiver of the just amount of all
Of lights, heats, fires and
water, winds and rays,
Weather, seasons and wind: all in a blissful mix
To furbish and further life and living that was
The most beautiful space in the vast infinitum
The Irenium she was, if my muse tells me right.
And this epic is where she is
the song, of which,
I will have to waltz about my Muse till she gets
Me the power and skills to deliver, I will weave
The strands where humans form the topaz of lights
Here, there are no heroes who
exalted in physical
Might and become high on the order of their murders
There are no villains nor there are any conspiring gods
Here we are on the radiant
aqua-emerald Irenium
Our heroes are liberate and we sing an epic for the
Time that catapults us towards the expanse of heavens
We are just beginning the tale: sit deep and sip the lire
This is the song of sure lights and phosphorescence
Photons' march past: no bloods nor killing or violence
Will ever darken our imagination to create heroes
Lights is beauty defined yet
darkness in no evil spread
Our pure joy is to elaborate each with the other to hoist
A joys' fountain without destroying the hibiscus plant
Nor do we need to darken lights to brighten the dark
Or kill the swan of dark to issue a dead sprung light-bulb
And here we stand taking in
the joys in this sphere
Irenium: radiant aqua-emerald Irenium! And her children
That aspire and stand together in a rainbow spread:
Music and lights Prometheus and Orpheus they are
Our heroes and our lights: we shall sing humanity's height
Opening of Irenium
Go
to Top
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
|