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"rimjhim" poems
Monet was painting up my vision while the droves were driven out. We stepped out to the derision of a tenor waterspout. The town outside is dancing in the ruddy neon hues and I’m ****** whilst Amsterdam-ing by the slam-dunk cognac blues. And a cap was shaking coppers in an out cove by the way, where instruments and owners had begun to play. The bar stools are all swaying whilst the festival ensues, and I’m ****** whilst Amsterdam-ing by the slam-dunk cognac blues. With the rhythm of the rimjhim and the stamping our feet we sing our drunken-whim hymn whilst we stagger down the street. And we had sunken five; still sinking Im strung out, slammed, and stinking Four sheets to the wind and freaking about what I had to lose. so that’s when I got to thinking had an inkling to the linking between my errant drinking and the slam-dunk cognac blues…
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Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 6:37 PM UTC
The Slam-Dunk Cognac Blues
A Drop. Then it came Pirouetting. It came clattering It came guttering with furore and fight with rhythm and rhyme like many dancing feet. On steel roofs On downy pines and baobabs and old cracked earth Pattering and shimmering drawing dust from dirt women and men from houses enshrining the sky with their trembling hands.
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Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 5:57 PM UTC
Rimjhim
My mind's but a friend of the clouds O goes flying away In directions of Horizons so many! O in the endless empty skies! O in the music Of the pouring Sravana! Rimjhim rimjhim rimjhim!! O my mind but goes flying away Sitting on the wings of Cranes so many! O in the appearing and disappearing So fast and short Flashes of that light In the sky! O the beating sound Of the cymbals Does play the wind so rough! In violent joy! O kala-kala in the hymns Of sound Does flow the river! As if calling The dangerous end To come! O the wind blows over The eastern seas! O the overflowing flowing Brimming river in waves! O my mind sails a boat In this brimming flow! In the forests of Tala tamala! O in the swaying Of that small timid branch! O my mind's but a friend of the clouds!
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Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 8:26 AM UTC
My mind's but a friend of the clouds!