Marooned by Rights & Wrongs
(A Tanka & a Haiku)

Beneath my heart lies
A bloody, bleeding spirit
Who can unbind it?
You see mere maroon for red,
But these raw feelings aren’t dead.

I’ve learnt much restraint —
For fear of being marooned
By your rights, my wrongs.

//Thought for the Day//

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Monsoon (in My Eyes)
(An Acrostic Tanka Plus)

My full nimbus eyes
Oppose precipitation;
Now that you're happy,
So far — far away from me —
Oh, I only wish deep down
Over these emotions I rise;
Near or far — be joyous always!


//Thought for the Night//

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The Sovereignty of Love
(A Penta Tanka)

Love is bold — sovereign;
It edicts 'yond mortal laws;
It takes flaws like laws,
And creates its own beauty.
Over kings and fools it rules.

It reigns sans sceptre,
Killing with too-soft kindness;
It raises tempests,
So silent are its conquests —
It wields the wisest madness.

Manipulation
Is its quiet killing craft;
When beauty full falls,
It goes on it, all too soft —
Ne'er recalls humility.

From cradle to grave,
Love's dominion stays intact;
Deifies demons
When beauty loses its sheen —
Its art is set deep in stone.

'Yond body and bones,
Love births a brave, brand-new world;
Breeds gods out of dust,
Communes through sacred séance —
Time and distance stand no chance..

//Love creates its own beauty//

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The Breath of Purple Dreams

A solitary violet at the cusp of Fall,
Clinging tight to a crumbling wall;
An idol carved out of amethyst,
A believer who was an atheist;
Hope carried on lilac winds,
Forbidden apples appear sans rinds;
Spring of hibiscus and wisteria,
Despair becoming euphoria;
Poison metamorphosed into elixir,
Her breath made death’s grip flicker;
The scent of lavender infusing trance,
Even devils taking a godly stance.
Purple dreams at twilight
Filling my mind with delight.
Musky dusk singing the tenth symphony;
On Earth, pure elysian epiphany:
Curled up, near-dead, the Stone Flower,
Drinks tears to bloom in the last hour.
A touch of long-lost love
Bathes the night in moonshined glow.
Time, take all good things to come,
Keep holding; lovers can't succumb.

//Thought for the Day//

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The Silent Witness of Love
(In Nine (R) Tankas) 

I turn to you in spirit,
A silent witness I've been;
Feel — I can't be seen.
I'm the ancient soul — selfsame —
Change isn't my ballgame.

//Captioned//

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I've spun happy, happy rhymes:
Poets, like gods, weave
A world apposite to them—
Celebrate sorrows!

In joyous days,
I get drenched in dark and greys!
No hearsay, it's!


//Quite Apposite, Though Opposite//

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Epstein's Obscene List
(A Septa (R) Tanka)

The list runs longer
Than we may e’er know, in short —
Devils in cahoots.
They hide behind chimaeras;
E’en Satan takes their notes.

//Captioned//

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Metaphors: Catch 'em If You Can
(Double Tanka & Haiku)

It’s a spider’s web,
Catching meaning in its strings;
A short reference
For all inferences’ sake.
It’s but a vicious circle.

Meanings codified
May oft lose the only key –
Catch them if you can.
It may be a masquerade
To show us the shades of gray.

I oft turn to her –
She too is a metaphor
For full mystery.

//Thought for for the Day//

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Reich —
The days when one wages wars
Against one's own self.
Fighting with the gloomy skies,
Toiling and ever striving.
They bring that power,
Aft'r maniac Mondays fade,
To be raging raws.

//Tiw's Days: The Wars Within//

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Frozen Sahara
(Double R Tanka & Haiku)

Her heart — a Siberia,
My heart — a piece of the sky
In the Sahara.
I am in deep blues — always
Waiting for some clues.

Will there be a thaw in clime,
Or will we just never rhyme?
I am jaywalking
Across the landscape of love —
She is stalking my dreams.

I wait sans watching,
Lest I muddle the magic
Of things notional.

//Thought for the Day//

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