poemsbyninotaziz: January 2013

The Rescue

the nightingale

from france met a charming fellow

from kent in england

they flew together on their migratory route to the sahara

and on a large boat

they spied in a gilded cage

an oriental

nightingale bursting with color

she was so charming

her voice so pure, the sweetest

a gift to the king

they were in love, at once

no fear, my little bird

ma cherie! we will save you

cried the young turks

and they searched for the keys

but the cook saw them

caught them and locked them -

three nightingales now

for the king!

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for Haiku Heights and Open Link Night over at dVerse

a little bit of tomfoolery as is required this week

sometime this week, Poets United posted The Owl and The Pussycat which inspired the poem above. then came haiku heights with the theme rescue. and today OLN demands fun and frolic
but i do feel a bit awful, haiku for me, is for deep feelings, intense emotions
profound discoveries. i just couldn't help myself.

Have I forgotten

to write a poem

the really old fashioned

way when nuggets of inspiration

tugged at my ears

Have I forgotten

to shape a verse

out of whirling clouds

of words, flitting about

like butterflies

Have I forgotten

to weave a magical story

spun by silver webs

of Ms. CraniaArachnidShrebbs

etc etc etc

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A poem written just for fun of it.

The unknown frontier

we seek a place where perfection of prose beckons. on white parched paper the ink flows freely. prettily. each and every sentence makes perfect sense, only to you. a thought takes you places high up, real low, over the bend and beyond

somewhere beyond

that layer of thought

words

we seek the inner plateau where the higher conscience beckons. on the road of life, thoughts flow freely. deeply. each and every idea makes perfect sense, only to you. profound discoveries take you places high up, real low, over the bend and beyond

somewhere around

the bend of the river

stream of consciousness

we seek a book where small stories beckon. on a parchment, legends flow freely. enchantment. each and every folkloric magi makes perfect sense, only to you. an adventure takes you places high up, real low, over the bend and beyond

somewhere

captured in the moment

small stones

we seek refuge where religion beckons. on wings of faith, hope flows freely. divinely. each and every revelation makes perfect sense, only to you. compassion takes you places high up, real low, over the bend and beyond

somewhere high up

mountains of hope

revelations

we seek enlightenment where poetry beckons. on each leaf, grey stone, pebbled road, words flow freely. uplifting. each and every poem makes perfect sense, only to you. a beautiful verse takes you places high up, real low, over the bend and beyond

somewhere deep

below oceans and gut feelings

inspiration

copyright 2013 by ninotaziz. all rights reserved

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for dVerse : creativity

Quand je suis avec vous (When I am with you)

à la brune

la lune dans mes mains

mots d'amour tombe en silence

c'est ce que je ressens

quand je suis avec vous

Nuit sera bientôt ici

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questo è quello che sento quando sono con te

al crepuscolo

la luna nelle mie mani

parole d'amore

volano! Notte sarà presto qui...

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Senja kembali

Purnama rindu

Kata kata kekasih

membelai ku

Tatkala bersama mu
Malam berlabuh di tirai

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at dusk

the moon in my palms

wings give flight to words of love

I sigh and tremble

when I am with you

night will be here soon

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For Magpietales , Haiku Heights and dVerse

A poem of longing and promise.

I dabble in French now and then since the 80s, and took Italian 101 in Canada. English, in a form I am no longer familiar with (Australian) was my first language (though Mum tells me our babysitter Mama Susanski spoke to me in Polish when I was a baby) and Malay is my mother tongue that I had to learn when I was six years old.

Haiku is great when experimenting with other languages for me.

Thank you Tess for the photo! Thank you Claudia! Thank you Fred!

Riding the Karousel

abcda ecdbe fdbcf gbcdg

what goes around shall

come around to you

haunt some, enrich some

the life you lead

reflects you well

what goes around will

by rule of thumb

come around to bid

farewell, makes sure you

recognize it still

what goes around

like a little weed

grows straight and true

you wonder, how come

it never stays down

like a karousel

what goes around will do

that to you, it never succumbs

the life you lead

encircles you well

abcda ecdbe fdbcf gbcdg

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For d'Verse : form for all
A Special thank you to Mr David James for introducing
the Karousel and Weave forms.

Writer's Block - the little death

8.24am

By nature, writers are lonely people. Sitting at their desk, kitchen table, garden seat - now a computer beckons and we stare at inspiration til it turns yellow pin spots, words pour out yet to be faced with frustration

Sputtering death -

Insipid words crawl listless

Black hole for writers

And here at dVerse, we are told to just write! You well know - it is the worst thing to tell a writer. Just write? What were you thinking of Jo?

8.27am

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Written for d'Verse and Haiku Heights

The Tree Branch

Image Source

Against the sunlit sky

A tree branch reaches high

A sanctuary

For birds in midflight

Against the moonlight

A tree branch in sight

A harbinger of shadows

A lonely owl perched

Against stormy weather

A tree branch offers shelter

Desperate last grasp

A lost soul held tight

Against elements

A tree branch is protection

Nooks and recesses

For all seeking creatures

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Over at d'Verse, Victoria C Slotto shares a great article on how The Medium is the Message. We are encouraged to try our hand at descriptive writing, and a deeper layer within it. I am trying to do this, but I am not sure how far I have succeeded. Running against the d'Verse deadline, this was the best I could do.

The deeper meaning, perception within the poetry - that was the challenging bit.

Midnight Script

image by Daniel Murtagh

In the shadow of the crescent moon, the script of life unfolds for lovers alone.

midnights in summer

celebrate young love and thoughts

of you linger -

Alas, the crescent moon is transient, often lovers are too - and they act out the pre-destined poignant play of lovers doomed.

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I started out tonight to create a haiku that fulfills both the haiku rules and Collom's lune structure. We'll see what happens... Well, here it is. I chose the haibun form.

It was quite a challenge!

For Magpie Tales, d-Verse , FSF and Haiku Heights