esther-5 - Hello Poetry

There you are – all of you Standing at attention Ready for an inspection. Are your jackets clean, dust free? Yes. But I see a speck here and a little there. Wait. Does History precede Fiction (or Is History made of Fiction)? Does Poetry weigh the same as Narrative? Biography and Comics? Philosophy beckons with a cynical smile – To be or… Languages jostle for priority Religion advises “Let It Be” All these are mere ripples. For Emily and Elizabeth stand silent Within they are the stormy sisters. Richard and Bill nod in agreement. Howard and Sylvia know it’s definitely zoo time Not a Lazarus back from the grave. Tony and Eric are composed For they celebrate uncommon people. Sophie, not to be left out, asserts it’s her world. But Anne, dear Anne, cries “Let me out, where there’s fresh air and laughter.” Time, that little winged bird, flies with me by its side In hand with my treasures,my sumptuous feast of words.

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Jan 9, 2016

Jan 9, 2016 at 2:49 PM UTC

Bibliophilia - βιβλιοφιλια

There you are – all of you Standing at attention Ready for an inspection. Are your jackets clean, dust free? Yes. But I see a speck here and a little there. Wait. Does History precede Fiction (or Is History made of Fiction)? Does Poetry weigh the same as Narrative? Biography and Comics? Philosophy beckons with a cynical smile – To be or… Languages jostle for priority Religion advises “Let It Be” All these are mere ripples. For Emily and Elizabeth stand silent Within they are the stormy sisters. Richard and Bill nod in agreement. Howard and Sylvia know it’s definitely zoo time Not a Lazarus back from the grave. Tony and Eric are composed For they celebrate uncommon people. Sophie, not to be left out, asserts it’s her world. But Anne, dear Anne, cries “Let me out, where there’s fresh air and laughter.” Time, that little winged bird, flies with me by its side In hand with my treasures,my sumptuous feast of words.

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You sauntered in, relaxed And curled up in your favorite chair Waiting patiently for time Offering me the warmth of your lap A silent caress, a lingering embrace And I - lost in the sunny bylanes of joy Inhaled the fragrance of nostalgia Soaked the fleeting moments of togetherness And then - as if not to wake me You gently slid away, one moment at a time Careful not to shatter Into a million fragments My little piece of heaven. © Esther Paul

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Jan 9, 2016

Jan 9, 2016 at 2:14 AM UTC

Heliophilia

You sauntered in, relaxed And curled up in your favorite chair Waiting patiently for time Offering me the warmth of your lap A silent caress, a lingering embrace And I - lost in the sunny bylanes of joy Inhaled the fragrance of nostalgia Soaked the fleeting moments of togetherness And then - as if not to wake me You gently slid away, one moment at a time Careful not to shatter Into a million fragments My little piece of heaven. © Esther Paul

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Vacant windows gaze at the street below Ennui strikes a chord on time Four pairs that follow the shadows behind Curls of smoke that play a lazy game Sunset brings them back again Scrutinizing every moment Ears keen on each step made Hope and expectation For a handful that can satiate Night reveals the windows with pictures painted Of someone walking slowly towards them And then- snowfall. © Esther Paul

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Jan 9, 2016

Jan 9, 2016 at 2:13 AM UTC

Noesis

Vacant windows gaze at the street below Ennui strikes a chord on time Four pairs that follow the shadows behind Curls of smoke that play a lazy game Sunset brings them back again Scrutinizing every moment Ears keen on each step made Hope and expectation For a handful that can satiate Night reveals the windows with pictures painted Of someone walking slowly towards them And then- snowfall. © Esther Paul

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Oceans of the Mind To be destructive ,they say, Is cathartic. Burnt limbs,sockets that stare, Innocence ripped out of the womb. Burnt branches silhouetted in a sunset landscape. Annihilation,Assimilation Assimilating annihilation Is our Right To walk on the sea,they say, Is Belief. Lost Children of the Promised Land Fanatic faith,Salvation,Forgiveness. Innocence strapped to fire. Crucifictions on channels wide With apple juice to pep up the fun. Manipulation for birthright Is our Covenant-yes,by Might

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Sep 30, 2013

Sep 30, 2013 at 3:21 PM UTC

Oceans of the Mind

Oceans of the Mind To be destructive ,they say, Is cathartic. Burnt limbs,sockets that stare, Innocence ripped out of the womb. Burnt branches silhouetted in a sunset landscape. Annihilation,Assimilation Assimilating annihilation Is our Right To walk on the sea,they say, Is Belief. Lost Children of the Promised Land Fanatic faith,Salvation,Forgiveness. Innocence strapped to fire. Crucifictions on channels wide With apple juice to pep up the fun. Manipulation for birthright Is our Covenant-yes,by Might

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