I Give you My Aaralii My Aaralia

Open your palms
Unfolding them
As if they are waking up
Lids of an eye of heaven of your hands

Open them together
Open them as two-petalled a bloom
And I will give you
My Aaralii my Aaralia
The lake that held a copy of my heart and soul
The lake the sky-bride lake by which I touched this earth

Open your palms
A Kayak of your body
A Maya of your soul
And I give you
My Aaralii my Aaralia to sing

And I would like you my Beautiful
To forget about the Doomsday Book
I would like you to write a Bloomsday Book
For I give you my Aaralii my beautiful Aaralia
Sing Aaralii sing Aaralia sing Silmapari

(Ideaphor)

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O Rain La Rain

O rain la rain la rain
La rain des savannah
Silver plenty a pearl
O rain la rain la rain

Over the splintered hearth earth
Over the torn-heated burnt earth
Over the dire dust and dirt earth
Over the water-hunger dark earth
Over the moist-lack fire fire earth
Over the lack-green pulsating grey
O rain o rain o rain o rain la rain
O rain la rain la rain la rain la rain
La rain o rain o rain of nine worlds

O rain la rain la rain
La rain des horizon
Dark-heat silver flow
O rain la rain la rain

Over the thirsty dusty rusty broken skins
Over the scenes pained in breaking brown
Over the dried out river beds and springs
Over the dusty droughty dusty dusty spells
Over the empty filled in with empty skies
Over the empty filled over with empty lakes
Over the raging caged in heated fires’ spread
Over the soul all atomised soil dust crying out
La rain o rain o rain of nine worlds unfold on


O rain la rain la rain la la la la la la
La rain des savannah la la la la la la
Silver plenty a pearl ra la ra la la la
O rain la rain la rain la rain la la rain

(O Rain La Rain)

A Sonnet

You like the pain that one quite could not point at
You who never arrived nor left but time only calls
Your letters and sounds and their linguistic solitude
You who never sung life in words with your sounds

Like the autumn sky you remained the winter away
Adistant from spring and away from summer’s rise
You who called on with no response yet the Universe
Sung you out rung you out and took your voice over

Speaking of you away’s landscape where played on
Sibelius all dreamscape sonatas that I could not touch
Still it is you who crafted out my darkness with lights

Like occasional lightning shone on the solid darkness
So I took my lone strides walked on in the dark though
My words are you-fragranced I remained in the dark

(O Rain La Rain)

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Mina Rakastan Sinua

Mina rakastan sinua it is you I sing
Sinua it is you that I sing I sing you
You a pebble on the glistening beach
You a strand of light on velvet dark
My shore of Naz my shore of songs
Mina rakastan sinua I sing my songs

(O Rain La Rain)

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Maynay Toomko Peeyar Keeya

Life or jeebon or zhivago or the beat
Whatever I call you you do know to
Respond to me in so many a tongues
They want not me to sing out a song

For your hearing me out of joys joys
For they do not understand you or I
For I’ve been in love with you all my
Life: Maynay toomko peeyar keeya

They want me to give them things
To sell and to mess and to break in
All that I could give them back is my
Songs of you and I that we sung out

And we say mina rakastan sinua
Maynay toomo peeyar keeya
Amee toomaakay bhaalobaashee
I only love you and nothing but you

But they can not sell it nor can they
Break it this love of you and I and
They want to now break us you in
Me and I in you but I sing on you

For I have always loved you on life
Life or jeebon or zhivago or the beat
I have always let you sing me and
You have let me make you my song

Maynay toomko peeyar keeya
Amee toomaakay bhaalobaashee
Mina rakastan sinua sinua sinua
Kara kerensa karansa my a'th kar

Toomee amaar maya maya maya
Kara kerensa karansa my a'th kar
Mina rakastan sinua sinua sinua
Love thee I I do love you I do do

But they want to sell out cell in all
And seal on all that we are of our
Own lights songs and their seasons
But they can never do touch or reach

For they do not know the magic of
What it is that makes the lights sing
Makes the rivers rise and reach up
But you do and I do and we sing on

Toomee amaar maya maya maya
Kara kerensa karansa my a'th kar
Mina rakastan sinua sinua sinua
Love thee I I do love you I do do

(O Rain La Rain)

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Forever She will Be a Song

For Saahia Mayenin

This telephone charger’s cable
Strangled the space into a form
A black heart on the brown floor

On the paper my daughter drew
Herself with her father beside a
Rock and the rock is written out

‘Rock’ she wrote by rock’s side
With a ‘C’ ending its full spread
A little ant climbing up bravely

On the floor in semi darkness it
Breathes melancholy air in silence
And I thought it strange for this

Definitely a sure new occurring
But my daughter looking at the
Shape said: Dad it’s Valentine’s

Day! She laughed and added a
Note: May be this is your gift!
Well, I said: at least something

Still wants to give me a gift! She
Laughed and kissed me before
Falling asleep a star beautifully

Breathing! She added before that
The ant was supposed to climb
To your cheek and paint a heart!

My daughter sleeps in beautifully!
The cable-heart now her wrapping
Me in it forever she will be a song

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Radio Manila

I.

Next time you look at this young woman
At the Woolwich Market selling things at
Her stall standing next to her Punjabi boy-
Friend look at her eyes and follow them

Like oceans taking you deeper than Manila
For she was born there and now she crafts
The pearl of living at this market where you
Offer her a rafting shafting word: Philippino

Radio Manila!
You are listening to Radio
Manila’s Bengali Programme
And here is a
Story for you a story
Here where God is having
A walk in his garden by the lake
On the eve
Of a summer-serene time


You drank each sound as they came floating
In the flowing dark as white beautiful snow-
Flakes sonar confections and you drank them
As they melt on the tongue of your young mind

II.


Next time you look at Louise try to read her
Dreams and the dreams that her guy waters
With their sweat getting up at half past four
In the morning and yes try to look her in the

Eyes next time you look at yourself in the
Mirror try to see any resonating remnants of
Her in your being or her Pubjabi other half
See Louise a love-laurel woman smiling care

God the story went
Was walking about
In heaven’s garden
By the breezy summer’s
Lake where lotus bloomed
Offering aqua windows
For the sky to swim in
Where clouds floated
Like smiles of fairies



When you were a mere boy and you drank that
Story like the earth drinks the seeds into the dark
Of her lights and it grew into a plant and it went
Onto flower more seeds grew a forest of words

III

Louise smiles jokes and would tell you silly
Things to annoy her man that she always is
Looking for opportunities to come flowing
Towards her with prospects of a millionaire

Who she would marry and live happily on
She cared with a warmth that you would not
Fail to respond for she is from Manila where
The Manila Radio broadcast this story of God


Through the water-windows
Through the forest of lotus-blooms
God could see the hell raging bellow
Boiling bursting liquid fire where
All sinners cried and screamed and
Howled in desperation of pains
And God wonders whether he could
Find one to offer forgiveness for anything
Tiny that might be he had done in life


You listened to the story which was as real
As your breath and you could see heaven
In your mind all except God himself for he
In your little mind seemed like nothingness


IV.

And Louise cared about people where she
Lived and she would add layers of silk on
People’s days even though after day’s toils
She was falling asleep walking asleep almost

She would still steal a minute and locate you
To utter a word of care or a smile just to share
Something bigger than her passport or location
For she was something bigger than all of that

And God located the robber bellow
Who had killed for a living and robbed
But once he stopped at the middle of
The forest so not to step onto a spider
So he stepped over it and walked on
And God offered him the silk of forgiveness
And threw a spider web silk for him to climb up
And he began to climb up without wondering
How the tiny spider-silk carried his weight


And you followed the story’s silk and ate
Each word as bite into something of an apple
That did not grow on earthly soil and you ate
On and listened with the ears of your eyes inside

V.

Louise worked hard with her boy-friend and
Lived in a crap place where things smelt and
Cared coiled in the sticky bathroom walls and
Still she carried on smiling waking up early

Louise might have been born in Manila but she
Could have come down and touched the earth
In a different place where differential elements
Gravity heat would have shaped her differently

And the robber now forgiven climbed up
And seeing him others began to climb up
And he kept kicking the ones bellow him
While failing to realise that God would let
Them climb up for forgiveness is extended
But they all kicked the ones bellow them
And they kept kicking and pulling each
Other down and it became a nasty fight
So no one climbed up for the silk tore away


You drank that story you and wrapped yourself in
Words in the words and the beauty of their magic
You became so thin so to form a silk of your being
So that you feel the walks of even little ants walking


VI.

So next time when you look at Louise Philippino
Or Anna Pavlova or Ismail Bershaniz or an ant
Or even a spider or a cat that came visiting you
At your garden remember to smile and respond

For Louise can offer you something bigger than
What it is to be small Anna could offer you some-
Thing deeper than the city- sewage canal that
Takes us brick-biking and do smile for there are

Magical things in this tiny little place our home
In care of warmth in magnetism of connections like
A bond that is like the grass covering the body of earth
Like water feeding the vessels of her soul: magic it is


And thus little things that people do animals do winds do
Grass does the weather does or the girl at the Café does or
By Southwark Bridge what Charles does selling newspapers
And that was why Louise’s care found you responding on

So keep open
To all the radio waves
Keep open
Keep listening
And you would
Hear magic
That will break and remake you
And you will breathe in lights
And you will sing out dark
And you will understand
Louise and her smile
And the dreams of hers and her boy-friend’s
When you stand before a mirror

Radio Manila!
You are listening to Radio
Manila’s Bengali Programme
And here is a
Story for you a story
Here where God is having
A walk in his garden by the lake
On the eve

(Ideaphor)

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Apology’s Moon

To Natalia Carbajosa and Gracia Iglesias


Even he would have felt apologising on that night
You two walking away from the Globe on summer
Swept Southbank serenely silently singing the raining
Moonlights breezing though you were the city-lights’

Light-larks the wind and two of you walking away
Wishing you may be just may be you had not gone
To the Globe may be you had been to the wrong
Theatre for it was midsummer’s night and you were

On the Southbank and yet you were at the right place
At the wrong time due to technological mishaps that
Cost your planned Midsummer’s Night’s midnight
Performance and you walked sadly dropping your

Sighs in the trampoline of the thin crisp summer night
Letting the wind wind you in as you walked towards
Your hotel and began to laugh as you joked about it
Thinking back about the story every time I feel sorry

And think even Shakespeare would have felt apologising
To you sincerely and offered a free ride back to the hotel
On a horse-carriage with a free pair of tickets to come back
To the next show and you would have been over London

Eye screaming like two teenage girls shouting out over and
Beyond the ears of the winds and the lights and to rectify this
Mishap what if I offer you a free ride and a free pair of tickets
To come back again what if I offer you this: an apology’s moon

(Ideaphor)

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You Who are Two Countries

You are a perpetual war a raging volcano of dark hate
You who live in the two opposing countries in combat
Between the opposing sides of the mirror not reflecting
You are a perpetual war between two countries of hate

Do you see that bud
Hanging on through
Deep winter holding
The future of flowers
Do you hear the lark
The lone lark singing
Do you hear the baby
Building a future song

You who live in the countries made of lines and borders
Countries you call always unfailing: Us and Them there
You who never see or hear the water sing outside or in
You who always are setting fires throwing knives knives

Do you feel your palms
Do you read their songs
The songs flowing inside
The dome of your body
Can you fathom the motion
Of your blood of the blood
Can you not hear its seasons
Can you not touch the sky

You who is small and short and short sighted and blind
You still see the enemies in them and surely they do too
For they are equally blind but their exray-vision finds you
You who are children of hatred and higher destructions

Can you look at the grass
Can you not celebrate spring
Can your heart not respond
To this day absoluting time
Can you not smile at the bees
Can you feel not the rhythm
Can you not rise up to size
That silk hanging on the day


You always feel infinite sugar in your myths that feed
Your ignorance and you are so easily bored in knowing
For your grave is made of blood and fumes and stinks
Between Us and Them you die on the knife knife knife

Can you hold the hands
Of that baby giggling out
Can you not stand up and
Look at the mirror and see
Can you not see all these
These knives that are stuck
On your chests and the blood
Both yours and theirs in one

You in here and you over there intent-stones you are
This Us Country and this Them Land both is of blood
Sucking you dry killing you flat and your screams feed
Nothing but your future unattended funerals funerals

And yet o this day is Paiva
Paiva a day waiting to egg
Let the day’s egg break out
Let the hearts break out out
Let your hearts break out out
A thunder of exploding lights
Wash you into liberty of lights
O you now a sun-sung-song

(High Representative)

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New Phoenix Gold

Let’s break the earth to golden dust
And add the cement of water in it
And dough we make of new gold

Of new gold make we dough and
In it of the cement water add and
To golden dust the earth let’s break

And let’s clay out new phoenix-gold
And blow in life that you and I hold
And they rise-fly like motion-waves

Like motion-waves rise-fly they and
Hold I and you that in life blow and
Phoenix-gold new clay out let’s and

There they fly in new flights and sing
They do new Sibelius in anew notes
And scales and scores and anew new

New anew and scores and scales and
In notes anew Sibelius new do they
Sing and in new flights fly they there

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Emmatries

Izznesine Poetry

Eyeoniums

Imsoniums

Poetristries

Imsidina Songs

Twitteriz

I-Lines 

Ionnets

Rhymennets

Ninnets

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Only Words Worlds of You

I open my hand stretched on
As though it is made of lights
As though it could eat away
Infinite miles only to reach

This space where you bloom
Alone tall and tangibly touch
The earth and inhale this air
Inside worlds open of dreams

Only if my hands were made
Of lights they would spell you
Through your radiance-glows
And in your shadows a moist

But I only can extend my hand
And only can stretch and only
I can only roam in a land made
Of only words worlds of you

(O Rain La Rain)

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Your Lip-buds Opening

A waterfall-touch of you
And this fire is fed quiet
I am on a desert chasing
Ceaselessly time’s mirage

A time where bent rusty
Irons breaking onwards
Deeper in all spheres and
Everywhere this lull-sands

Allwhere this nothing-ends
Words are all sewaging on
Beasts are out of the cages
And the zoo is now cyanide

Only this waterfall-touch of
You and this prospect of the
Words turning into blooms
Into your lip-buds opening

Only this is solidity’s home
Only this is where home is of
My sustenance a faith of you
Your lip-bud-words waterfall

(O Rain La Rain)

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Be Be and Hurry On

If I were not
While I am
The duality
Of is and is not
Resides in one
Single breath

A breath inward
Opens high-tide-blooms
A breath evaporates
In fires of flows
Disappearing like
The sky into nothingness

If I were not
Like the breath
And I was like the breath
Between is and is not
Shapes the oracle
Be be be and hurry on

(O Rain La Rain)

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Words Worlds Full of Silence

A dawn at the garden door
Softly opens the emptiness
So low and bare a raw pool
Reflects back what it finds on

And the cold of its spread
A left over purple scarf in
The cold on the care of ice
Over a Siberian white plane

No sound opens any word
No word finds way home
Homeless sounds homeless
Words worlds full of silence

There in the sands of them
Something beyond hold or
Grasp lingers on desperate
Words worlds full of silence

(O Rain La Rain)

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A White Igloo Bush

Thanks to snow
Broad bare and white
A smile a pure smile
A white soft a silent shine

Thanks to snow
Bare white and broad
Imsonium’s on-call silence
Serendipity’s song in a hurts’ hut

Thanks to snow
White bare and broad
Beyond the garden’s fence
An igloo of the bush

Thanks to snow
As silent as indifference
A white igloo bush
All bare all broad and cold

Thanks to snow
White sad and cold
The white igloo bush
Like I in you you in I

I in you and you in I
Where neither I nor you
And the board pained
A nothingness-home stark

(Izznesine Poetry)

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The English Poet

In solidarity’s trail I first became a Bengali
To fight the dream of a land that had been
Invaded by force and then I realised I could
Not stop for other Bengals needed my steels

Then I heard of Ireland still a boy all was still
On the radio thanks to the world beeb of our
Good old England I became an Irish through
And through only to take up nationalities of

Palestine and Israel unlike a lot of people I did
Become a Jerusalemite for children and babies
And women seemed beyond a passport to me
And killed they looked the same bloody-dead

Then I took up nationality of Mandela and oh
Boy I was a Namibian and Tamil and a Sheikh
I ventured in Bolivia Nicaragua and Vietnam
Burma and beyond any other calls that needed

Hearing I took up their nationality only to realise
I was still the same at the beginning and the end
I was nothing more nothing less than just a mere
Man with a child’s little heart saying: it’s not fair

Hence fairness and the fair-light face of humanity
Brought me home where all along I was a fair-child
That always wants to play with puddles and bubbles
Always wants to play fair and share forgetting the

Passports and the maps and the borders and banks
Out of a fair-child a fair man-child grew becoming
A flag barer of boxlessness a note-breeder of music
Of Humanics that says what is not fair is sure-suck

And thus I am no one’s passport barer nor will I
Ever be a party to blood-breeding hatred-reeling
Communicaque or commitment and here I am in
This infinite domain call me whatever you may I

Am still an Irish wherever there is an Ireland I
Am still a Palestine still a Namibian a Jamaican
A Jerusalemite South African, Tibetan still carry
Nobody’s passport and when I like I go home

To the mouth of the ocean and when I feel like it
I flow over Mississippi or swim in Emm Spring
When I feel like it I read a book of a brook of deep
English poets who speak in rhythm and tongue
That is mine and I make music of sacred words

Countries that do not fit in flat maps and I do make
Paintings that do not fit the bills of popular thought-
Patterns and I still make matrix of magic for the eyes
That sing nothing but pure-light-birdsong: imsonium

(Ideaphor)

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This Metaphor


Take this metaphor this garden
And keep at it digging planting
And it will palm out your life in
Living and blooming things full

Take this metaphor this garden
In the shape of letter I a green
Handkerchief lit yellow-cream
In April’s sun’s reams of lights

Raining on as fluorescent photon
Strings on heat and everything is
The way they ought to be waiting
To be dug out and dug in planted

Take this metaphor and dig and
Place the popped up glistening
Worms over the black-brown earth
Under a layer of earth again as you

Go and keep digging in the lights
Sweat-wetting your forehead’s soil
In the lights let your breathes flow
And your eyes look for the eye of

The earth that shines through the
Grass growing exhaling her inner
Molecules of breathing in and out
This spring has been waking up for

A long time and now you keep at
The digging where she will throw
In this sculpture she has made of
The dead snail now on your palm

A paper thin tajmahal gold-grey
Round pyramid having imprints
Of earth’s black kisses waves at
The middle glow an earthen round

Eye in death this snail has now taken
The earth in forming him his form
From inside as she eats him in she
Holds him in a delicate pressure’s

Lips a kiss a togetherness as soft
And sublime as the touch of the
Wind on the petals of a rose and
There shines on your palm a love

Song of two paper-thin fragile frag
Menting matters into a final bloom
This you get if you take this garden
A metaphor forming you on always

And do not then forget to plant the
Other living snail that pops up near
You and inhale the love of this kiss
Of the snail and earth and plant this

Living snail back onto the black earth
And one day he will sing out a snail
Plant through the spring or summer
This love this love in this Tajmahal

And here is the metaphor take this
Take this and place it in the sacred
Most place and remember to look
For the eyes of life that only spell

Beauty’s sculptures scopes and cups
And do not forget to tell them what
You know for they are your home
And tell them you are theirs always

(Ideaphor)

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Sob-be sot-ta sookheeta hoyontoo

All beings may they be joyous
May they be joyous all beings
On the Universe all be joyous
Joy may they sing may they sing
Sob-be sot-ta sookheeta hoyontoo

I will gather roses
Of the waves
On the beach
White foam-roses
I will fill an urn
In the moon-silence
Out of the dawn
A mat I will make
For you I will gather
Wish-bonds
Sob-be sot-ta
sookheeta
hoyontoo

And see how the mind praying
Dissolves in the ocean of beings
And does not think of shimself
Does not think of shimself at all
Sob-be sot-ta sookheeta hoyontoo

I will break myself
With my will I will
Cell myself out into
Torches of lights
In the dark a sun
For you and I will
Dust the air into winds
I will fathom your garden
I will fathom your garden
With your foot prints scarlet
I will will you songs
Of distant beauties’ reaches
I will sculpt the lights
On the body of the dark
With your smile
Sob-be sot-ta
sookheeta
hoyontoo


And shim says and shim prays
The beings’ ocean holds shim
A bubble-brilliance shining on
And shim prays not for shimself
Sob-be sot-ta sookheeta hoyontoo

I will craft my lands
That are Eden Gardens
Inside my space and sparks
For your perusal and reach
I will sing out the starts
Whos lights you see only
They are no longer singing
I will paint you a rose
A blue rose on the white sky
I will call the sky
To bubble wrap the earth
I will will you only to smile
I will shape you into a strand
A strand of the rays of infinite lights
I will tell you stories of furthering horizons
I will spell you motion-bloomed worlds
I will call your names in
Imsillions of languages and tunes
I will tell you how to write the name
The name of what it is
What it is that’s a seed
Of your expressive joys
I will sing you
I will sing you into a high tide river’s rise
I will bring you the moon dazed ocean
And sun bedazzled mountains
And I will sing the notes of you
Sob-be sot-ta
sookheeta
hoyontoo


All beings be joyous or otherwise
Regardless of that shim blooms on
A beautiful song-light-rose-peace
Shim carries on singing the song
Sob-be sot-ta sookheeta hoyontoo

And I will wipe out these marks
On these maps and I will dissolve
These barriers and bothers and barkings
Of boundaries on earth and I will call you
Whatever names I could light up
I will tell you the scriptures of the rivers
I will tell you the metre of the oceans
I will show you the landscape of the nights
I will take you to the enigma of the rise and fall
I will lay out the genome of the phantom
I will size the unsizeable in a seismic clasp
I will show you what only songs can do
I will tell you the design of the fragrance
Of the Lily of the Valley
I will tell you the enigma of the oceans
I am and I am not for I will show you
How to sculpt an explosion of wonders
In the handshake of only two hands
And the supernova only in four eyes
And there I will sing you the wind-spread
And there I will raise you towards the summer vines
And I will seek you to be just that glistening pearl green single grape
I will tell you the grammar of those summer vines
And their shadows soft and lightly dark on serene green grass
And I will sing you to rise and be that single glistening pearl green grape
Sob-be sot-ta
sookheeta
hoyontoo


Sob-be sot-ta sookheeta hoyontoo
It’s not I in need of a right to be happy
It’s I who have a duty to pray for joys
For all for that is the ocean that will
Form me into a song a line of light

And I will always think of all that is not me
I will sing all that is not me
I will always sing what that is not me
I will always take you to the waterfalls
I will show you how to open a word
And find a brilliant white water melon heart inside
Bursting out at your eyes wetting you
I will show you how dreams unfold around you
Like a bloom of the universe around you
And you are a rose at the middle of it
I will show you how to rise and sing that bloom
I will challenge you to throw these broken books
I will challenge you to rise and seek and be rich
I will ask you to drop and abandon this poverty
And I will sing you into richness where
You have the best of wealth
You have the best of emmaphires
That’s your bloomed soul a rose
On the Universe unfolded around you
I will take you to the horizon
I will take you to the bees
I will take you to the heart of the silence
And I will wet you with the silence of the word
And silver you with the speech of the word
And I will show you what you are
An open brook bleeding only butterfly songs
And dancing downhill you are nothing but a motional bloom
A bloom of joys that beyond measure shape holds you
I will will you the best
The best that you hold unfold fold and make
I will take you back to your heart
Where I will make you a home
And I will sing you a song
I will sing you
I will sing you
I will sing you a song
Sob-be sot-ta
sookheeta
hoyontoo


Sob-be sot-ta sookheeta hoyontoo
Form me into a song a line of light
A bubble-brilliance shining on
For all beings to reach joys’ shore
Sob-be sot-ta sookheeta hoyontoo
I will take you back to your heart
Where I will make you a home
And I will sing you a song
I will sing you
I will sing you
I will sing you a song
Sob-be sot-ta
sookheeta
hoyontoo
Sob-be sot-ta sookheeta hoyontoo

(Ideaphor)

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Rainbow Matrix

I live like a child
Bleed like the moon

I fight like the Irish
Die like the Spanish

I see like the Romans
Imagine like the Greeks

I sing like the Welsh
I long as the olden Indians

I am like the Finnish
I am like the Kite

I think like the English
Speak like the Scots

I roam as the native Indians
Am friendly like the Rastas

I touch like the Bangaalis
Reach like the Sylhetis

I eat like the French
Drink like the horses

I love like Shakespeare
Breathe like Rilke

I seek like the Americans
Ring like the Russians

I am open like the Aussies
Reaching like the Kiwies

I roam like the Canadians
Rise like the Chinese

I am hard like the steel
Soft like the bubbles

I celebrate like Neruda
And pray like Tagore

My heart is like Keats
Soul a mix of Hughes and Eliot

I write like the stars
Live like the galaxies

I am like lot more things
Than what any box can hold

Hence I am a human
In this rainbow matrix

I am as black as Mandela
As white as Whitechurch

I fly like the lights
Cry like the dark
I break like the ice
Bleed like the moon
I am like the Finnish
I am like the Kite

(Ideaphor)

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To read more of different kinds of poetry please follow these links

Emmatries

Izznesine Poetry

Eyeoniums

Imsoniums

Poetristries

Imsidina Songs

Twitteriz

I-Lines 

Ionnets

Rhymennets

Ninnets

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