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The Bleeding Wounds
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At this point in time where space
Actuates paralysis and motion fails
Stands my bruised heart; I, Prometheus,
Respond to lack of lights and glows of fires
Here subsumed and suspended on the edge
Of being at a cliff of despair I prepare the act
As though waiting can refute the end away
Yet here I am struck with the arrows of lack
And now the haze clears before my eyes
And I see as clear as I could see my palms
A wounded bleeding Orpheus by the clearing
Of a cold and dusk-ridged forest, resigned
Looking pained and pale he waits for the event
And I stand knowing we are one at the threshold
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Actuate the understanding I know I am
Prometheus and there by edge Orpheus
Resigned of his flute or harp, bleeding
In agony's grasp he is a wounded tiger.
Shall this scene be immortalised in the end
That proclaims the giving up of Orpheus
Who waits for death's angel to come rescuing?
Shall I continue resound the sound of Orpheus?
As I reflect him and he I, we are at the mortal end
Of the immortal death: doors and windows shut
No will or force that we could muster bring forth
The drive to stand again to heal again to sing
We console each other in despondent a state
Staring at each other, composing, composing peace
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The Wonder Wounds
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Sing Orpheus like the way you sang when I was
Only a few days old baby and death stamped on
My face a dark deep blue seal and you refused that
And sung me into pink again smiling: sing Orpheus
Sing the way you carried on singing as though you
Can stop the universe expanding by your pure music
When all stopped at four when I was dying when you
Did not stop, refusing to stop you carried on Orpheus
Sing the way you used to sing to cheer me up to lift
Me up from the lowest of misery or despairs’ dark
Sing Orpheus, sing the sky into sparkling turquoise
Sing Orpheus, sing the gloom into granite of notes
And cut the thick fog of darkness and gloom, cut all!
Sing Orpheus! Wake up Orpheus! Take up my heart!
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Tell me Orpheus what to do! Tell me and see
What I cannot do to get you up again beyond
This despondent place this cold dark clearing
Even though I cannot move, please remember
I am Prometheus, Orpheus! I still can do things
And move darkness and lights alike on earth
And beyond! I still can lift you beyond the reach
Of death's claws and leave you raised up only
If you listen and respond! Tell me Orpheus how
Could I nurse you back to health? How can I
Bring you near the oasis of silence from where
You drink the waves of music and her notes
And string them together to form a solid space
A space that floats in the sky in lights’ delights
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A Made Up Woman
I see you a wholesome togetherness
That speaks in fulsome completeness
Where speech is no longer necessary:
You, like the way sky dips into water,
Negating the space, walk past. Ease
Narrates your silence-phosphorescence.
Evaporating the space you reach peace
That’s like February’s laurel-sun-lights.
Your hair glows, flowing outward: rhythm,
Floral, fragrant they are air’s aerogramme:
Your smiles beat the dictionary of pearls.
Your lush lips fail a heart, aqua-crystal-eyes
Read and speak. Your mind is where care
And beauty blend in warmth: open, whole.
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Aqua Song
I walk through pains’ vineyard
Picking up joys’ grapes only to
Lose them so that you can find
And make your own wine or rain
In return I have my living song
Blue in colour I sing the pains
Out piercing my heart and its flesh
So that my notes can reach heaven’s
Gate to say I was the springboard of
Pains abounding attacks ever falling
Yet I made my soul into a canvass
Where poison evaporates into an aqua
Shape painting and there I leave my
Being’s pearls: aqua songs and my cries
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This Image
This image of myself lying on the grass
Outside the National Art Gallery like Jesus
On the cross holding onto the cool grass
Jesus the man not the prophet I thought of
In pain’s grasp I looked up to the sky spread
Out smiling sparkling blue in a flood of lights
And there was that big bird high up flying
In the majestic mind of the ocean-dome-sky
On his back the whole universe thinly stayed
I facing him exactly resonating his image on
My back the earth: both facing each other on
A distant relation: magnanimous an image that
I could grasp from somewhere where my being
Became part of the whole and won the pain over
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Tescoping Your Life
They say: here you are with a lens
Magnifying marked objects: oily
And ornamented with absolute
Fanciful market’s sure-fire moulds
They say: here you are to press these
Bankrupt buttons and then add the
Final one: fully accommodating to give
A total and say: twelve twenty, please!
They say all this and offer you a sheet
From where you howl in and out your
Day’s diagram: fully functional you are,
As a professional: your smiles and words
Are versioned, shaped and all you need
To do is to pick and use the right one up
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Let Tears Speak
A touch soft enough
To cause a wound
Deep enough to dig
Out all the weeping
That gathered in a
Ceaseless series of
Abounding hails
Ascending always
A call warm enough
To cost a response
Strong enough to pull
Out all sorrows’ gains
In a giving out complete
Let tears speak for me
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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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The Rising Songs
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Since you sought yourself into a form Orpheus
I could now see you; yet can I gather the fact
That your sight cannot fathom me! Invisible
I am! Yet Orpheus you must rise up and sing!
I would rather have you disappear like a wave
Into your out and up bound music towards the
Havens and hear you as it rains gold, flowing.
It is day now, Orpheus! Drink the lights, drink!
Look at my palms folded glass and see lights
Falling in crystal down pouring towards you
Open your mouth Orpheus and drink the lights
I am here, I Prometheus, giving you the fluid flow
Of lights. Drink and as you feel the liquid lights.
See and feel how photons sing the motion's delights
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Like the shadows of clouds
On heavy autumnal fields:
Quivering fullness Orpheus
You glided over my breadth.
You sung when I sunk into
Searching the pebbles for
Stones of magnitude in the
Books of the past spread.
You sung in tongues of
Shakespeare and Goethe
Khaiyam, Kalidassa and
Neruda. Rilke, Ovid; In
Boudlaire, Virgil, Dante
Malarme, Pastarnak, Eliot
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Now that you know
I know not a way to
Live leaving your music
In non existent shape
And in some matter
Of fact truth it is
That living loiters in
Death's corridors
Without your notes
Decorating our steps
And our expressions
For what we have
Is you blended in
Our every breath!
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Daphneless They Stand
Literally the trees were housed there lightly
Suspended in a bucket-full lights thrown in
From the glassed roof that keeps the sky
Away. They stand in non elective mute. Mind
Lessly they stand static as painted greens
The lights fail to bring any glow or sense of
Living. Lack they do the touch of wind playing
Sad they stand vibrating a melancholy cry
There was no Daphne in there breast nor
There was any that seeks her: in rhythmic
Play or just being an ardent admirer. None!
Decorative Daphneless they dire out dust
Into the dry air lit by lack of the touch of
Life: wind! wind! Life they lack and Daphne!
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One Would Salute You
You did not get to set up and out your goals,
Nor could you concrete up a plan B if you fail.
You are right in it; drowning, you learn to swim
Fast as you search for grounds beneath your feet.
Scanning the far out horizon for any island’s calling,
You do not have a choice but to carry on choosing
To carry on: whether there are any grounds beneath
Or islands just beyond the dips of far out horizon
Yet by carrying on with courage and determination
You defy the odds and define your elemental name
And for that, one would always salute you every time
For your name would stand the test of time as lights
Never ceasing to flow, always torching out glows
Out of the dark skins of widening deepening dark
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On Bare River Seeking
I seek and a subtle response is what
Offers me a flow of something that I
Could not handle: joys remit is limitless
Yet there comes the low tide: bare river
Although there still shines the silt in
Happy sunlights that transform the surface
Of the glowing mud where a bird seeks
With deep confidence that its breast could
Hard-handle: something, anything to gather
For life, her compounding connections to it
I am spell bound in the bounty of, even this,
Bare river, beyond low tide, riding on lights’
Loving care and the fairs of human affairs
Carry on gathering notes and boats: seeking.
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Calling
You speak serene soft and
Powerfully you touch with
A sure subtle gentle hold.
You reach right at all times;
Making me flow towards you.
As you glow in a pearl like peace,
I flow and be in delight of dream
Where you spell your name as call
Of mine. You call me like the night
That calls the oceans on high tide
Rise submerged in the dark flight.
Your calling reaches my shore and
Wet in silver foam I radiate the
Waves’ works and call you back.
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The Migrated Notes
When you roam in the landscape of lights
Pushing the air softly and your breathes
Bear marks of your vibrations and vaults
What do you think of? Wonder about?
I wonder often in lights and in the dark
Just to fathom out a way to find you to see
To see where your dreams become swans,
And gather softly in silent serene singsong
As I go I feel I am getting deeper towards
Your fragrant abounding proximity and
Cannot but feel unacknowledged. Here
I sit wondering how to sing you out for
My lonely notes have all left towards the
South leaving me wintered lacking you
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May Be the Pebble
May be, the pebble will find its way,
May be, it will bring you to me;
One day we face up and stand,
Between us a stone, connecting us
The stone that already has acquired
A story with a life of its own, developing
A pattern that weaves out word like
Waves: may be, its vibration is our breath
May be, the pebble will pluck us up
From our places where we roam lone
And play us together as two twin-notes
Well, in the elaborated silence where we
Enhance our lingering loneliness along
May be, the pebble will play us into a song
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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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