Lazhar Bouazzi: Favorites

Apr 2018 Lazhar Bouazzi

Dr Peter Lim

Just regard me
as baroque
music for oldies
the young prefer 'rock'--

just think of me
in cello--time
violin is youth
viola is middle age--sublime

is the breath
of cello's mellowness
past all desire and longing
tinged with some elderly sadness

no more Johann Strauss Sr or Jr
waltzes, tangos, salsas in any dance-hall
give me the Requiem of Verdi or Mozart
it will tell my life-story all-in-all.

Apr 2018 Lazhar Bouazzi

I'll be a single drop of rain

Apr 2018 Lazhar Bouazzi

Mary Gay Kearns

I'll be a single drop of rain

So many have I watched
Falling, dripping, rolling
From the clouds to earth.
Catching in my mouth
The taste of dust.
Trickling between cloth and skin,
The groove in my chest.
And the splashes fill the puddles
At my feet where I stand
I'll be a single drop of rain
In the palm of your hand.

Love Mary **

Inspired by The Highwaymen .
Love Mary x

Apr 2018 Lazhar Bouazzi

Plowing the night

Apr 2018 Lazhar Bouazzi

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Plowing the night

There was always a great darkness

moving out
like a forest of arrows

So many ships in the past

their bows bearing women
as stalks bear eyes

The burning ships

that drove their bowsprits
between the thighs of dreams

With my ear to the ground
I hear the black prows coming

plowing the night
into water

and when the wind comes up
I can smell the rotting wood

leaving a wake I want to be
left alone with

Night after night

like a sleeping knife
that runs deep through the belly

the tomb ships come.

Apr 2018 Lazhar Bouazzi

Loop

Apr 2018 Lazhar Bouazzi

Gabriel burnS

Loop

Carrion wings hang limp
On the backs of broken yesterdays
I don’t want them in any proximity
I cannot bear the stench
But vultures come along like doubts
At the speed of darkness
To save the undying from burial
And bring them back to me,
The predator feathers of prey wings
I man the guns myself and
Call all hands to battle stations
And it starts raining
Exhumed evidence
That the buried hatchet often is
A boomerang seeking fulfillment
With the new found vengeance
Of primeval sapience
Burning mad with
Insatiable curiosity

#past #wrong #turn #back #shadows #vultures #retrospecting

Apr 2018 Lazhar Bouazzi

Blink of an Eye

Apr 2018 Lazhar Bouazzi

Pagan Paul

Blink of an Eye

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The blink of an eye would have missed it,
a brief glimpse of pure beauty
and then it was gone.
The passing of a gloriously sublime moment.
Darkness drew its curtain around
and it was forever vanished.
Folded away and filed eternal
into the vaults of history passed.
Catalogued and captured in an instant
from within the blink of an eye.

The afternoon sun lights the mountains,
reflecting the sheen of the forest
in a riot of greens and yellows.
Bathing the vista of sight in a scene of serenity.
The air, still and warm, echoes a kind of magick,
seeking to manifest.
An event approaching with certainty
yet waiting for the correct second in time.
And the day hangs
like a cloak on a winters morn,
unmoving and timeless.
Anticipation drips from the instant,
taking its ease at the imminent
moment of intensity.
A brief glimpse of pure beauty,
and the blink of an eye would have missed it.

© Pagan Paul (21/03/18)

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#poetry #blink #beauty #moment #magick