poemsbyninotaziz: November 2012

Last moments

Storms of the heart rage

In the cold December month

Love dims slowly -

by ninotaziz. all rights reserved

For Haiku Heights

Through the night and back

I live today, in the moment

Daily loves, daily routines

Daughter, lover, sister, parent

Alive and well - I'm flying

through the eyes of a child

At night though, dreams take hold

The centuries fall back, I travel

The waters of time withhold

their secrets no more - I revel

through the histories of the times

My home lies in the Malay Peninsula

An ancient bridge to the world

I walk the Silk Roads to Persia

Drink tea with Cheng Ho, the Admiral

through time, I witnessed the cycles

Rivers flooded and man rebuilt

Houses on stilts, palaces and tombs

Huge bahtera sailed across the seas

Garuda flew the skies of doom

through the legends of the night

Civilisations rise and fall

Princesses continue to beguile

Ruling houses, one and all

Conquer for a while

through the might of the crushing hand

Kings leave monuments - awe-inspiring

Sorcery and magic abound

East or West, from Chini to Ys

Serpents or dragons come around

I am enthralled.

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For dVerse Open Link Night

My journey as a writer has resulted in the publication of Malaysian and Asian folklore and legends. And I am forever thankful for this opportunity to introduce Asian legends to the world.

ninotaziz

http://poemsbyninotaziz.blogspot.com/2011/10/srikandi.html

Three different poems on the desert

usah mencari

diriku yang lara -

di tengah gurun

je suis allé
seul dans le désert
métamorphose

I will be here

Like the wind - no, the storm

That rapes the desert

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For Haiku Heights

Bahasa Melayu, French & English

we grow old

Toi et moi

Nous vieillirons

dans l'amour, nous

rirons sous la pluie

pleurons ensemble

nous partageons

notre sourire secrèt

sous la lune

sous les etoiles

Cri de joie

dans le soleil

toujours

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you and i

we shall grow old

in love, we

smile in the rain

cry together
we will share

secretive smiles
under the moon
under the stars

cry out in delight
in the sun
for always

de ninotaziz. all rights reserved

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For Magpietales

Survival

http://mobiusfaith.wordpress.com/

Travel far into space and time

What did H G Wells find

Man lost his mind

His reason, his cunning

All that were left - machines

Silently humming

In houses of light.

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After 30 years, I re-read H G Wells The Time Machine ( a class reader in school)

and found it as riveting and fascinating as the first time I had read it.

For dVerse Poets

Lone tree

Torrential monsoon

Young tree shivers all alone

Survives in the morn

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For Haiku Heights

A tribute to 1Q84 in haiku

Two hands clasped in fall

Reached across childhood borders

A lifetime promise

Aomame's summer

Brought the night of two moons

Upon her suddenly

Tengo's Town of Cats
Unhappiness reigned free fall

How do I venture?

Yet, hearts and loins

Struggled to rule all actions

While Little People play

Deep into the night
Sinister at every turn

Surreal loveliness

Two hands clasped in winter

Love found for keeps, for now

One moon remains -

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IQ84 is Murakami's latest novel.

Surreal. Intense. Satisfying.

For dVerse : Literary Allusions

Earlier Literary Allusions
Shakespeare
Van Gogh
Chinese Mythology
Greek Mythology
Japanese folklore
MalayLegend
French Legend
Dragonlance
Agatha Christie
Dune

Cleaning Up

First I have to get rid of the dirty laundry.

Then the messy plates and what about the two wine glasses that have to be washed and steamed until they glitter spotless, devoid of any trace?

Oh, yes - those shiny Ikea knives must be placed back carefully in their knife block.

Finally, the lovely lifeless body of my ex, a little cut up here and there.

This business of a woman scorned must be taken seriously.

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For Five Sentence Fiction.

Chrysanthemums so pretty
Deadly spikes beneath

Sur la table
Chrysanthèmes tres jolie
Mais pointes mortelles

Sungguh cantik
Bunga kekwa berseri
Dipasak duri

by ninotaziz. all rights reserved

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Haiku in English, French and Malay

for Tackle It Tuesdays
and
dVerse Open Link Night

notes:

This poem was originally written for Tackle it Tuesdays. However, the poem has its origins in my early days as a junior executive at the 100 year old Royal Lake Club Kuala Lumpur, over 20 years ago. I had newly joined the Club, and normally spent my lunchtime at The Buttery. I was determined not to forget my love for poetry and spent that relaxing one hour having lunch and writing poetry.

The Buttery had floor to ceiling windows overlooking the century old Lake Gardens.

Fresh flowers adorned the restaurant in those days. And they were changed every three days. To make the flowers stand, spikes were placed at the bottom of the vases.

And I thought to myself, so often, we have to use harsh measures to look beautiful. Why?

Wow, Joseph - excellent idea to recount the origin of our poems.