"thar" poems
I love You!
Every second
When wind rustles the grass –
Now and tomorrow –
I leap to You in me
In your dark embrace I shine
I am Amergin – who else –
I have praised Your name over all.
Le Breis is Míle Bliain
Mo ghrá Thú!
Gach soicind.
Nuair a chorraíonn an ghaoth an féar
Lingim Chugat ionam
Id bharróg dhorcha soilsím
Is mé Aimhirghin – cé eile? –
Mholas T’ainm thar chách
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She had been at sea for three decades
her first voyage at age eighteen
a week after her marriage
in the year of our Lord 1883
She married a sailing man
captain of his own ship
handsome, bearded and tall
a fine commander of his men
as they searched the sea for whales
She loved life at sea
and could imagine no other
the motion of the ship
the sounds of the rigging and the sails
the quiet companionship
with her husband every evening
She was beloved by her husband’s men
whom she mothered well
having had no sons of her own
but nurtured and healed
patched and sewed
bloodied and broken hearts and men
Often she came out on deck
for she knew when they would find them
and though she was in the stern
and the lookout was high in the crow's nest
she saw many whales they missed
She thrilled each time she saw them
awed by their sheer size
marveling at their strength
humbled by their beauty
careful to hide her feelings
Sometimes she could feel
when a whale would blow
and she would call to the first mate
so the men looked at her
as the whale passed unseen
Most times she silently prayed
willing the lookout to search
the wrong spot of ocean
and felt again the pang
of disloyalty to her husband
for he commanded a whaling ship
But then the lookout's call came
"Thar she blows!"
and the men sprang to action
taking after the whale in longboats
while she escaped below
She had seen before the killing
she would not watch again
too many whales succumbed
to exploding harpoons
and a death horrifyingly cruel
And she wondered
what would happen
if only whales could scream . . .
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 6:49 AM UTC
Lal rang ki saree ka jawaab nahi hai.
Aisa lagta hai ki Rooh ka libaas hai.
Haseen Badaan ko chupati bhi hai
Dil kai dhadkanai kau badaati hai.
Kamaar ki woh thar tharanaa.
Kamil naaf ka woh chup chupunaa.
Woh gehri aur nazuk sai sozen kari
Aap ki khobsuraati ka izafa kar dehti hai.
Lal rang ki saree ka jawaab nahi hai.
Aisa lagta hai ki Rooh ka libaas hai.
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 7:32 AM UTC
maths o maths
give tension and no relax
just tell me why you were made
to make me fear and harder
o maths you are so problematic
thar i feel danger to solve your problem,
its so length and difficult
but it gives me fun to solve
your difficulties but it also
created problem for me
you know i get bored of you
try to change of you and
make easy of you so that you
became a good friend of mine..
o maths o maths .... change of
you is wanted by every child.......
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 7:22 AM UTC
BECAUSE there is safety in derision
I talked about an apparition,
I took no trouble to convince,
Or seem plausible to a man of sense.
Distrustful of thar popular eye
Whether it be bold or sly.
Fifteen apparitions have I seen;
The worst a coat upon a coat-hanger.
I have found nothing half so good
As my long-planned half solitude,
Where I can sit up half the night
With some friend that has the wit
Not to allow his looks to tell
When I am unintelligible.
Fifteen apparitions have I seen;
The worst a coat upon a coat-hanger.
When a man grows old his joy
Grows more deep day after day,
His empty heart is full at length,
But he has need of all that strength
Because of the increasing Night
That opens her mystery and fright.
Fifteen apparitions have I seen;
The worst a coat upon a coat-hanger.
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Yeh samaa woh waqt ka hai
Jab hum jawaan thai tum bhi jawaan thai.
Uss shadi mai aap ka aaana.
Aur mujhe bar bar dekhnaa.
Aap ka andaaz ke kya khanai.
Jau hum kau bebaaz kar deeya.
Woh aap ka nazuk natnaai phulaanaa
Woh aap ka sharm sai thar tharanaaa
Woh aap ki kali saree sai naaf ka
Meri aaukhai sai chupa chupi khelna
Woh aap ki halki se musqurahat
Woh aap ki thodi se sharahaat.
Aap ka andaaz ke kya khanai.
Jau hum kau bebaaz kar deeya.
Phir woh mera pass sai guzri.
Merai dil pai raiham na karkai.
Aur phir paas woh jab aaayi.
Aur yu muskurayee.
Uski sassai merai cheharai par halki halki baraas rahi thi.
Yeh samaa woh waqt ka hai
Jab hum jawaan thai tum bhi jawaan thai.
Yeh
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 10:44 AM UTC
she sneezesas the breezes
carry the pollen to her nostrils
she is small
and somewhat frail
but when she sneezes
she creates more than breezes
she makes a gale
and the noise is like thunder
as her lungs do the rumba
all in order to expell
the pollen from her being
her eyes cross
and fixate
on an ephemeral state
in order to calibrate
the legnth of the ah
in her ah-choo
sometimes it is
large and elongated
sometimes small delicate statacco
and then again it may be somewhere
in between the two
and after she sneezes and gales
and wheezes...she seems stunned
by the fuss and disharmony
she created by nasal cacophony
and in her daze, the taps
her nose and says quite clearly
good old faithful....
.....thar she blows
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 8:04 AM UTC
1.
thar once was a big tree
grew high in the middle of the field
it sheltered from rain; became fine-home to blue-birds
till the cutting-folk came and slew it.. down.
2.
enver was a man who had great luck at the table
this gent won a ton of coins hands-down
which attracted the rabble from all round
so this pore-man from denver lost it once again..
3.
gently rowing splendid
along the fyne shore
to reach
make sure ye have two oars!
4.
peter was a pyper, had a girl named jessie
hardly went to market
when the livestock all got tired
he played a tune, all lively-like.. they all got up to dance!
5.
jolly molly had a dolly, that she called polly
they went by train to Swiss-towne, Bern
to order two cups of strawb-lolly
but once there, they broke stride and ordered two hot-chox.
6.
there once lived a physicist who brought earth-pendulum to life
Léon Foucault was he named and born unto this day
born in 1819 in gay-Paree and died in 1868
he set about wide-views of rotation right upon its head!
S T - 18 septemba
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 1:59 AM UTC
Kuch baatein yuhi kahi to nahi jaati,
kai baatein aankhe bhi bayaa nahi kar paati
Kisi rail ki thar-tharahat mein shayad hai woh baat
Ya hai kisi pool ke sannatein mein...
Yeh jo kaath le taalein hain, apne lafzon par kyun daale hain
Ek ajeeb si narazgi sabhi ne paale hain!
Kabhi khil-khilati thi mere honthon ki hasi,
Aaj aalam hai ki murjhaye phool bhi humse sayaane hain...
Dil ki baatein dil ko hi satati hai,
Aa jayen agar lafzon tak toh apno ko rulati hain...
Zindagi badi ruhaani hai, harr mod ek nayi kahani hai,
Kuch baatein yunhi sunani hain
Kai baatein aankhon se samjhani hai...
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 10:18 AM UTC
To the absolute love of my life
You are the epitome of perfection and embody it in everything that you are and everything thar you do.
It's always a bootiful day with you around.
You are the sun to my rise;
The heart to my beat.
I dont know what id do without you
Your loving nature
The purity of your smile and
The kindness of your heart
You are what makes me, me
And why i can truly say I'm the luckiest guy in the world to be your one and only
The path that lay behind us
May be jaggered and bumpy with uncertain corners and paths
But the path that lies before us
Is one in which we're paving everyday
I want to continue this journey with you
The rest of my life
With you by my side
Forever and after
My one true love
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 5:12 AM UTC
I wish my life would be crazy!
Don't wanna spend
Another day being lazy.
Similar routine of daily life,
Never let my craziness thrive.
Sometimes it feels so boring.
Don't wanna spend
Another night snoring.
But what would the excitement be?
What's the new thing, i wanna see?
Wish I could get lost somewhere.
In a jungle or an island,
Yes i could dare.
Could climb on a mountain
Or go under water,
could be a horse rider or a hunter.
I would push the boundaries
To the furthest corner.
and go anywhere without a warner.
I'd love to lose my way
In the Grand Canyon.
Alone there. away from a billion.
I'd love to get thirsty in the Sahara
Or in 'Thar', be a 'banjara'.
would love to pass through
The scary Amazon,
where i'd see neither sunshine
Nor the horizon.
Or
Could go inside the cursed Pyramids,
& explore all of Cleopatra's jewelries.
Wanna jump from a flying chopper,
Or feel hot by some volcano vapour.
Get in a rocket and go to the Moon,
Or go up high in a hot air balloon.
All out of my reach.
Even a far away sea beach.
My desires all set to go down.
All I can do is, have a bike ride,
on the roads of my lovely small town.
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 1:19 PM UTC
she is miles distant
as you wait in a creeping rain
its soft and constant
soaked the waterproof hood
and slowly works its way
onto you
a drop at a time
like an army sneaking in
they know they can conquer
they know its a matter of time before you too
succumb and are soaked too
its patient
just to mess with you it
suddenly cracks thunder overhead
into the mezmerizing quiet
and makes you jump startled
rain must get a real kick out of
making you jump like that
I know it gets its jollys making ya wet
and it'll stop raining after you get picked up
two seconds after you hop in the car
it'll quit
complain about rain
old as them thar hills
nonsense
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 1:32 AM UTC
Wind torn sails
and old wives tales
both tell a certain truth
like sailors forlorn
'round the cape horn
drowned or frozen to death
The waves and the wind
punish for sins
that frequently go untold
dare to begin that voyage to win
bring in the most liquid gold
Whaling was the name
of this sailors game
learned from my pappy before
when the tall ships call
you'll answer for all
the misgivings that you ever did
Swabbing the decks
like a beer hall *****
sickly from waves and decay
this is the life
for months at a time
from New England
to the ports of Biscay
First sign of a blow
shouts to below
from where the watch sits above
The decks come alive
thar be the prize
the deadly game awaits
Set sails to the wind
and get that boat in
harpoons and crew await
haul on the ropes
or abandon all hopes
the behemoth will get away
Hearts pound like the oars
sending us forth
Oh, how our quarry evades
better keep your eyes peeled
or your fate is sealed
if she comes up underneath
With a mighty hurrah
the striker lets fly
the harpoon sinks deep in the whale
it plunges below
taking us under tow
blood staining the deep blue waves
I cry for this sin
as we haul the whale in
and cut up all it had been
trade a shilling in the purse
for a life long curse
never to sleep again
When I shut my eyes
I can still hear the cry
up from it's blowhole it came
shivers my spine,every time
I bolt upright wide awake
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC
Sit Still
Tap...
Tap...
Rhythm
thought comes ¡ thought goes
Enter》
《Exit
~ Thar She Blows ~
Oh!
Sister Beating Heart
to Brother Brain
which to follow to keep me Sane??
Chutes and Ladders to CandyLand
Stick my neck into the sand!
Hungry Hippos
Oh so hungry
Sorry! for th' Monopoly
Guess Who? Philosophy
The Game of Life like Battleships
Palms will twist into tight fists
Twister contortion
Muscle Rips
and all we say is,
"God, we pray"
So I just...
Sit Still
Tap...
Tap...
Rhythm
thought comes ¡ thought goes
Enter》
《Exit
~ Thar She Blows ~
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 7:06 PM UTC
He will call you beautiful and you'll feel something stir within you, a feeling that makes you realise with a warm surprise that you believe that that's how he feels and that will be your first cue. Your first warning. An omen asking you to turn your back and run away as fast as you can.
You're sitting with him watching the sun set and you'll look at him and catch him looking at you and that moment will take your breath away and you'll ask yourself how come you never noticed how strikingly beautiful he is. And that's your second warning. Tell yourself it's not him and it's the sunset's ability to turn everything it touches into an art. Do whatever it takes you to convince yourself of that. And whatever you do, don't spend your nights away looking for metaphors to fit him.
And soon enough you'll find his name trembling on your lips and these unknown feelings bouncing in your tummy trying their best to announce themselves to the world and have them acknowledged. And this my darling is a very dangerous stage. Choke on them if you have to. Bite your lips till you bleed out and hold on your breath till you're blue in the face but whatever you do, don't let your emotions be known. Because they're little fire who might burn you from inside if you don't allow them to see the light but know, once they get out, they'll set everything you love on fire starting with the little brown eyed boy you seem to love so much.
It's been few days and you see his gaze lingering on you for longer than ever before and his mouth opening and closing as if it intends to tell you something and this, my baby, is your last chance to save your life. After all, you should have known by now that you're perfectly capable of breaking yourself without any lending hand. Then why **** the thing you have put so much faith in? Let the one thing you love remain untouched by your miseries. After all, you have still not learnt how to fly and why would you be willing to clip off your own wings?
And don't try denying that you would not. Because you know you will.
And if there is one thing worse than a guy you love, it's a guy who loves you.
Because the same rush you're feeling; the gentle caress of wind thar uplifts your mood and soothes your qualms can also rage against you and uproot the very foundation of your being. And you, my darling, are not ready for it.
Insecurities and a need to be needed don't get along so beautifully. So do yourself a favor, darling and leave.
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 10:56 PM UTC
the ground lies bare
(lanc i dalaf)
as death moves in fading light
(bad gurth vi ngalad firiel)
my heart sings to see thee
(cormamin lindue ele lle)
i will follow thee to deaths door and beyond
(amin khiluva lla a gurtha ar thar)
may the leaves of your tree that is life never turn brown
(Aa lasser en lle coia ornn omenta gurtha)
sweet tears of water and light till next we meet
(lissen ar maska tenna lye omentuva)
with laughter to guide us
(yassen lalaith a' "guide" lye)
till land and sun consume us
("till" ndor ar' anar "consume" lye)
when heaven turns crimson flames
(iire Arvandor "turns" agaru "flames")
the sea bares the moon
(i' ear "bares" i' ithil)
valiant blades seeped in blood forged
(astald "blades" "seeped" e' agar "forged")
by black rose
date: July 7,2014
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 1:57 PM UTC
*Warm sand
Gentle breeze
In your eyes
A deep blue sky
An endless sea
Look at me
Look through me
I dare not
In my shame
Footsteps of guilt
Stairway of redemption
Tears of my own fall
Leaves yellow and red
Shades of brown and green
Summer in your kiss
Winter in my embrace
Look at me
Look through me
Tell me what you see
A heart of stone
My soul a black hole
My spirit I cannot find
Swim in the waters
Of my ageless tears
Remorse of the future
Of a past with no name
May it be this way
Until I return
To the soil
Thar saw my birth*
Sep 5, 2012
Sep 5, 2012 at 11:00 AM UTC
Come summer, let us go someplace afar.
Not in the sea, not to the Thar.
Somewhere where the tranquil winds caress our face,
A place where life can give us a warm embrace.
Come autumn, let us walk through the fallen leaves.
Not through a lively garden, not though an envious breeze.
Somewhere where love part your lips with grace.
A place where life can give us a warm embrace.
Come winter, let us sit by the burning firewood’s,
Aftermath of a walk in the dawning woods.
Somewhere where our footsteps imprints a beautiful phrase.
A place where life can give us a warm embrace.
Come summer, let us go someplace afar.
A place where life can give us a warm embrace
Feb 1, 2022
Feb 1, 2022 at 6:07 AM UTC
( )
/)\ /( \
/\ /\
##
face to face
%%%%%%%
Yin / Yang
We are what we are !
So chill !
/////
( but let's move on )
•
The ole wagon train !
Paradise is waiting beyond them thar hills !
//
There's enough Cops out there
YE don't need to have some in yer mind !
//
There 's enough lovers out there !
So **** yer stupid memories !
//
On the road again
•
Death is moving cross the land
So take each other to your heart
••
And if it all goes up in flames !
( then it shall ! )
••
In the WILD COUNTRY WITH NO NAME
oh yes !
Let's go there
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 6:40 PM UTC
i'm feeling a just little to
the left of sane today,
don't quite know what it is.
but it feels a little like
that itchy spot in the middle of your back.
you know the one ya just can't reach to scratch.
the day started good..
now a smidge of paranoid and pinch of misunderstood is make making me feel
less than i should
if i had to colour me right now,
it would be a deep grey, indigo blue.
perhaps....
i am just getting a dose of manflu(strange as i am a woman-girl).
but no it's more than that.
i feel rundown, runover, squashed flat.
bummed out busted and outright flustered
yeah adding a dash of that. now i am on a roll down a hill going fast.
nothing of import has happened to make me feel this way.
no arguement, cross words, crisis or dilemma has crossed my path today.
i am out of step,
stomping on toes,
counting to ten,
to save someones nose,
from my tense and tightly clenched fist.
the way that i'm feeling
one of two things could happen.
every body else could...
shuffle to the left a little
to align with me (yeah like thats gonna happen).
....or if thats just a hassle your going to need to:
step aside as my progress,
is now furious
and my wake is wide.
make your choice
my toes are a tappin
i no longer
have time for this lip flappin....
....boom thar she blows!!!!
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 9:50 PM UTC
~ Preaching hate
The audacity
To say
in gods name
That yours
is the only truth
That way
Lies madness
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 1:12 AM UTC
After watchin'
de filum Zulu
for de umpteenth time
he cud almost gob
most av de dialogue
an' wondered 'oy he
wud 'av coped
bein' thar's
an' facin' de Zulus
wi' their loud
rhythmic chants
an' spear an' shield
an' rifle wavin'
an' tried ter imagine
'imself exchangin'
bayonet wi' spear
on de front line
an' de sight
av bloodshed
an' death al'
aboyt 'imself
an' is glad ter survive
each time av showin'
nigh an' den
'idin' behind de couch
wi' naw wan knowin'.
Mar 21, 2021
Mar 21, 2021 at 11:07 AM UTC
I love getting drunk at the pub on a Saturday night
You see I want to go out and have a good time
But I am too ****** creative, and I want
To enjoy myself at the local sports hall
Playing basketball, soccer, and aussie rules
And then we head off to the local sports bar
And I will drink a local ***** with a few extra beers
Then after that we go on a fishing trip
Where I catch the biggest trout I have ever seen
You see I catch the trout and I eat it too
Then I head off to the garden party
And as we go to the garden party
We'll celebrate with a nice rich bottle of scotch
And we'll sit up drinking and drinking and really having a ball
And then when we go to the local park
We say to each other, I am partying so ****** hard
And after thar, I say,come on dudes
This is what I want to do, this is whet I do
Everyone who enjoys being in the rich brigade
Says,,being rich is not the right answer for the right question
Let's get down and let our hair down
With a few more bottles of scotch
Come on mate, let's go out and get a few drinks down ya
You see I am not a yeah mate yeah kid
I want to be creative and be a real cool person
And after that, I say come on dude
And then after that, I see I have a few great chocolate bars
To ease my fucken pain, you see every time
I see the whole chicken legs looking so cool
And everyone says to me, why are you looking so hot, lady
Then I go to the garden party and have a few top beers
And then get topsy and turvy, fitting me with plenty of shame
Come on dudes, I love you so,,I think you are from
The land of the living and the land of the strong
So dudes please come on and watch me swim
My future is looking so very very dim
Yes, I am cool, I am very very cool, I take a few tablets
And I enjoy it and enjoy it, it's so ****** radical, dude
I ride my bikes around the streets, saying to everyone
Come on, let's party, let's party, party all the time
Come on, I want to see how many dudes you say that go like this
How many dudes you know you go like this
Not many, Aunt Psnny, not many Aunt Penny
How many dudes, you know you go like this
And then walked off to the trees and started to have a word
You see people say that everyone is watching me
And making me feel so uptight, and constantly saying to me
What, are you trying to be a young dudes are ya
Trying to be a young dude, are you
Trying to be young dude, are ya
Cause, mate ya still an adult, ya still an adult
You have no fucken guts, to be in this world
Really,really,all of you, I do what I want
Ya great big lug, and mate, you are a stupid stupid baby
And as I leave the old fogies on their own
The women are waiting for me at the local pub
Ready to dance with me, as well as have a few drinks with me
And we'll all have a lot of *****
And toast to the evenings and mornings of the night
Get down, dudes, I am really going to party,, party I say
Yes, I get drunk and I get drunk really bad
Then some man treats me like cool person
And says, be a cool person I talk no fucken crap
He tells me to be an adult, and I say, neh
And he tells me to be a family person, I say neh
I am a cool person who loves to have a party with a few bottles of wine
And I think, that I am the messiah of madness, let's get drunk
And we'll show you off to the crowd
Sent from my iPhone
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 1:52 PM UTC
There hangs a stark sky
Over the barren, wasted land.
A clan, full of promise and pride
Resides amongst a leader's command.
Brazen in Ice and Fire
In the freeze of Neptune.
Expansion, its only desire
And prophecies will illume.
A family of Flesh and Blood
The latter of in dire reception.
Through the coarse veins of crud
Lies a crude, vile sort of infection.
Stagnant of irrigation
Devoid of wildebeest hunt.
Resorted to methods of Thracians
And engulfed those without common front.
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 12:39 AM UTC