This year I do not want the fanfare
bubbling inside
Happy New Year, friends and fellow travelers of the blogosphere !
I just sit upon a writing desk, and write. And then, I tell stories. Legends of long ago.
Misha, the extraordinaire
And the sublime
Alan Rickman
Sigh...Aren't they simply divine?
Join us at the Willow Ball 2011.
In the light of day
A grey change settled deep
Into our hearths and hearts
Still unseen
In time, a storm gathered
Of purple hatred and gorged fury
A torrent slashing forth
At the seams
Mencari Glendorra
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Dengarlah rintihanku ini
Berlayar mencari Glendorra
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Written for the Magpie Tales and OneShotPoetry
"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived."
My husband
Does not believe in Valentines
Nor does he celebrate birthdays
And our anniversaries come and go
Yet, I am happiest with him
He does not read me poetry
Nor do we dance the salsa
And hold hands on the street
Yet, he is my soul-mate
Because he buys me perfume
For no reason at all
Seeks my no longer slim waist
In deep sleep enthralled
He calls me from work
To get sexy and ready
He says the garden is perfect
When I planted my frangipani
We cycle on the weekends
With the girls in tow
We dance in silence
To the music of life, so
My husband
Who does not believe in Valentines
Makes me so deliriously happy
He is all mine...
He is my daily dose of Valentine
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Written for Poets United Poetry Pantry this week
Hosted by Robert Lloyd
The house on Bank Street
Frowned at me
There are no secrets
In its rooms, so empty
Its smokeless chimney
and cold basement
Invites a memory
Of long gone occupants
The long and cold winter
and longer unemployment
Goodbye, do not be bitter
Do not blame the government
Ahhh..when will despair end?
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Written for the Magpie Tales
Happy Anniversary!
(Honestly, I do not know where this poem came from!)
Dali's painting
the bed, that is not my chambers
lies in wait
the room, that is not my sanctuary
stands still in time
the window, that does not look out
blocks out the view
the light, from the moon above
hovers within
the chequered floor, in the imaginary room
my only reality
the man, who is not my lover
where is he
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Written for The Writer's Island
Buds awaken
Every fibre of being
Love force
Rain, hail and shine
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Written for One Stop Poetry
Friday Poetically with Brian Miller
Izanagi held his halberd
Oh! His winter lost
Izanami, his beloved
Killed Kagutsuchi
Whose birth was the cause
Without mercy!
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Written for the Microfiction Mondays
Japanese mythology served as appetiser!
On the moon
There are smoky mountains too
Though not as picturesque
I am sure
As our Blue Ridge range
Travelling the horizon for miles
Pink, violet and indigo
I am sure
The moon alone
Coverts its barren grey
Undulating landscape
I am sure
You and I appreciate
Our flora and fauna covered terra firma
To dwell upon nature's panorama
I am sure
We would never
Want our smoky mountains
Be barren like that range
On the moon
Words by ninotaziz Copyright 2011 © ninotaziz. All rights reserved.
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Written for the Poets United's Thursday Think Tank - an adventurous place
Inspired by the wonderful Random Deviations at DeviantArt
If the moon can smile
With the stars across the sky
So can I, so can I...