"chimerica" poems - Hello Poetry

The play is written to be staged in a pub or a large cave like yurt in Cardiff. Its action and dialogue provides characterisation, with sound and lighting being used to establish context. The setting a darkened pub corner that is modelled on The Bunch of Grapes in Pontypridd. There are only 6 characters, five speak in haiku-ed verse with the exception of the Drunk who acts as my 'Greek Chorus'. - Hand-in-hand she enters to **** her thumb in a corner - Chocolate ice cream soda demanded from Daddy - Joking banter ceased slowly as the regulars all begin to quaff their brown pints “Balll uut eass swept - Chimrrrrr, Chiirriica, war is never won” - Church quiet, the village pub listened lips clamped tears swelling “ ***** cut swapped with eyes - Chimerica, Chimerica, war is never won” - The cornered hero of two Afghanistan tours is seen regressing into childhood** The set darkens slowly then after 30 seconds a spotlit conversation in lines and stanzas begins. Haiku and tanka that inspired the coming play include: *********** - thoughts sought, taught and wrought, testosterones Fighting aggressive games, Afghanistan camouflage Globalism and War - cloned greedy conspiracy, that third tower Titled selfish-self-grandiose, deliver warring terror Springs cut Irises - dripping vital red not purple, far from my window* .

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Apr 28, 2010

Apr 28, 2010 at 11:11 AM UTC

dj-thomas

Pub 1st Act - a haibun outline

The play is written to be staged in a pub or a large cave like yurt in Cardiff. Its action and dialogue provides characterisation, with sound and lighting being used to establish context. The setting a darkened pub corner that is modelled on The Bunch of Grapes in Pontypridd. There are only 6 characters, five speak in haiku-ed verse with the exception of the Drunk who acts as my 'Greek Chorus'. - Hand-in-hand she enters to **** her thumb in a corner - Chocolate ice cream soda demanded from Daddy - Joking banter ceased slowly as the regulars all begin to quaff their brown pints “Balll uut eass swept - Chimrrrrr, Chiirriica, war is never won” - Church quiet, the village pub listened lips clamped tears swelling “ ***** cut swapped with eyes - Chimerica, Chimerica, war is never won” - The cornered hero of two Afghanistan tours is seen regressing into childhood** The set darkens slowly then after 30 seconds a spotlit conversation in lines and stanzas begins. Haiku and tanka that inspired the coming play include: *********** - thoughts sought, taught and wrought, testosterones Fighting aggressive games, Afghanistan camouflage Globalism and War - cloned greedy conspiracy, that third tower Titled selfish-self-grandiose, deliver warring terror Springs cut Irises - dripping vital red not purple, far from my window* .

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thoughts are transmitted via translucent dragonfly mosquitos from the angeled mountains of an ancient africa to the plagued fountains of a new chimerica miracles of disease and possibility in this naked play they bear fruitwords juicing gifts of malleable meaning clothes for being or chains, chainings and so you are water and messaging carried all from timelands so distant & vague you are forever a vague and distant stranger to your self. when a man or woman is cut wide, and deep enough they bleed despair and with the desperate drops flows all the thought force of all the riversrunnininthabellyod'earth. in these despedrops the flickerin' reflexions of starbirds turn banal to beauty meaning dangerously alive in them the wombman is mirrored countless countless times each a split second in their life a minute detail in their endless skies. today i made upon leaving home a wish that an image would come to stand frozen across my peepholepupil of what it will not matter; and that some one, whomever, a dancer, a *** would come to stand staring just intentsly enough to have this moist unmatter touch to fill their own eye. this has all happened, just now, a blink before our ending - all of it, together, when you told me ah feigned casualty: it's the sweetness that kills you or was it yr perfect just the way you are. at the last i followed your passing with my gaze as your wake the most intensfool one i could ever make as your backs became horizons i turned tilting to the old borderline it stood as ever sealing the sea - sealing a sea that heeeaved against the plentyfullpollutionoftheshorelinepowerplantplantation inc smoke sky beyond a wind oh my window, ours the wind wowed with that old border time i saw the blue behemeoth spotted four white dots in crescent form and you see, looking through thus windowed i simply could not say were they sailboats, fallenserapheathers or reflexions of those electricpearlights upon waxfloressence from the waning walls of the halls you just walked out of time all around me wail the waking walls of a maze my hazedazedgaze your never.

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Sep 21, 2009

Sep 21, 2009 at 12:39 AM UTC

khromar

5 4 nothing

thoughts are transmitted via translucent dragonfly mosquitos from the angeled mountains of an ancient africa to the plagued fountains of a new chimerica miracles of disease and possibility in this naked play they bear fruitwords juicing gifts of malleable meaning clothes for being or chains, chainings and so you are water and messaging carried all from timelands so distant & vague you are forever a vague and distant stranger to your self. when a man or woman is cut wide, and deep enough they bleed despair and with the desperate drops flows all the thought force of all the riversrunnininthabellyod'earth. in these despedrops the flickerin' reflexions of starbirds turn banal to beauty meaning dangerously alive in them the wombman is mirrored countless countless times each a split second in their life a minute detail in their endless skies. today i made upon leaving home a wish that an image would come to stand frozen across my peepholepupil of what it will not matter; and that some one, whomever, a dancer, a *** would come to stand staring just intentsly enough to have this moist unmatter touch to fill their own eye. this has all happened, just now, a blink before our ending - all of it, together, when you told me ah feigned casualty: it's the sweetness that kills you or was it yr perfect just the way you are. at the last i followed your passing with my gaze as your wake the most intensfool one i could ever make as your backs became horizons i turned tilting to the old borderline it stood as ever sealing the sea - sealing a sea that heeeaved against the plentyfullpollutionoftheshorelinepowerplantplantation inc smoke sky beyond a wind oh my window, ours the wind wowed with that old border time i saw the blue behemeoth spotted four white dots in crescent form and you see, looking through thus windowed i simply could not say were they sailboats, fallenserapheathers or reflexions of those electricpearlights upon waxfloressence from the waning walls of the halls you just walked out of time all around me wail the waking walls of a maze my hazedazedgaze your never.

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The handsome man entered the Pub hand-in-hand with his father, then sat in the far corner ******* his thumb and humming, whilst the chocolate ice cream he had demanded from Daddy was ordered. Us regulars hid our sadness by quaffing our brown pints of Rev.James and keeping up the joking banter. Then, came his mumbled song..... “Balll uut eass swept - Chimrrrrr, Chiirriica, war is never won” Church quiet, the village pub listened lips clamped tears swelling ***** cut swapped with eyes - Chimerica, Chimerica, war is never won” As Steve, a veteran and hero of two tours in Afghanistan, regressed further into childhood... .

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Apr 29, 2010

Apr 29, 2010 at 10:30 AM UTC

dj-thomas

Wars Haibun - version for Liz x, and regulars

The handsome man entered the Pub hand-in-hand with his father, then sat in the far corner ******* his thumb and humming, whilst the chocolate ice cream he had demanded from Daddy was ordered. Us regulars hid our sadness by quaffing our brown pints of Rev.James and keeping up the joking banter. Then, came his mumbled song..... “Balll uut eass swept - Chimrrrrr, Chiirriica, war is never won” Church quiet, the village pub listened lips clamped tears swelling ***** cut swapped with eyes - Chimerica, Chimerica, war is never won” As Steve, a veteran and hero of two tours in Afghanistan, regressed further into childhood... .

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