"aranda" poems
Amanda, a crazy collector of Vanda
had such an intense dislike for Aranda
she detested the ******
when making out in tandem
her outdoor escapade once scared a Panda
(C) K.Balachandran
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Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 9:32 PM UTC
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Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 2:03 PM UTC
(A response poem to Neil Aranda's "Weeds")
I was once a plant, a kind of my own
Oh, a plant that was not eagerly sown
And from that infertile soil, I have grown
Like a **** in wilderness, just unknown.
My ancestors treat me like I'm nothing
Nobody cares if I have done something
But still I don't want to stop believing
Persist to live through hoping and dreaming.
And then they call me as a wild flower
Condemn me like I'm a serial killer
They provoke each other as believer
Each one must be an active decrier.
But one day, my kind will be recognized
As that one good plant, a kind which is nice
From this barren land, I promise, I'll rise
And I'll be that strong, one day I'll be wise...
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 7:14 PM UTC
Ahab was searching for a reason to live
Ahab was searching for his big win.
Ahab was searching and boy did he find
That finding is bad and now nothing is fine.
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 4:22 AM UTC
in the moments before dawn you’ll hear whispers: haunted breaths
that scrape your neck like glass fingernails, razorblades in the liminality of time;
the music in your ears will ring like church bells and
crack like porcelain spoons in ceramic hands. the clouds will call your name,
dip it in the sea and stain it grey, and you’ll wish you could get it back
but you’ll find yourself muted, your vocal chords tangled,
knotted, and slit by stiffened swords in the arms of the enslaved. Cape Horn beckons
and we pretend not to hear. Senegal polishes her silver knife & I pretend that I am not unfaithful to Alexandro’s memory. if there’s no way
to unlock my wrists then don’t bother looking for land, just turn
my vessel around and let my eyes search for the gaze of the mountain. if there’s no way
to silence my mind then don’t bother whispering in my ears,
don’t be naive,
don’t play games with me unless you can dock the ship. when the clock turns three,
go tell Bartholomew he can take my body, it’s not mine and
I don’t want it anymore, the blood on my neck may be my blood but
it belongs to the blade, so tell him,
turn my bones into skeleton keys and Aranda will show you the way.
I’ll follow your leader if you follow me, I promise,
I promise, I promise unbroken dreams in Delano’s unbroken hands. although
my wrists are bound by plastic chains, I’ll still tell you
to watch your step because the planks beneath your feet
are echoing with the phantoms of lost crowns whether or not you can
feel the spirits in the air. you can’t see but your jeweled massacres
have bled into the suds twined around your neck,
My Dear Amasa,
I wonder what you’d say if you knew that
there will be no sunrise.
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 4:35 AM UTC
To the Māori the Milky Way is the waka (canoe)
of Tama-rereti. The front and back of the canoe
are Orion and Scorpius, while the Southern Cross
and the Pointers are the anchor and rope.
According to legend, when Tama-rereti
took his canoe out onto a lake, he found himself
far from home as night was falling.
There were no stars at this time and in the
darkness the Taniwha would attack and eat people.
So Tama-rereti sailed his canoe
along the river that emptied into the heavens
(to cause rain) and scattered shiny pebbles
from the lake shore into the sky. The sky god,
Ranginui, was pleased by this action
and placed the canoe into the sky
as a reminder of how the stars were made.
The slight bulge of the Milky Way
around Scorpius is also sometimes
pictured as a whale.
The Kaurna Aboriginal People
of the Adelaide Plains in South Australia
see the band of the Milky Way as a river
in the skyworld. They called it Wodliparri
(wodli = hut, house, parri = river)
and believe that positioned along
the river are a number of dwellings.
In addition, the dark patches mark
the dwelling place of a
dangerous creature known as a yura;
the Kaurna call these patches Yurakauwe,
which literally means "monster water."
Moreover, Aboriginal Groups
from the Cape York region of
Queensland see the band of light as
termites that had been blown into the sky
by the ancestral hero Burbuk Boon.
Further south the band of stars that
comprise the Milky Way are seen
as thousands of flying foxes carrying
away a dancer known as Purupriggie.
In addition, the Aranda who come
from central Australia see the band
of the Milky Way as a river or creek
in the skyworld. This stellar river
separates the two great camps of the
Aranda and Luritja People. The stars
to the east of this river represent the
camps of the Aranda and the stars to
the west represent Luritja encampments
and some stars closer to the band
represent a mixture of both.
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 9:56 PM UTC