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Title: nichi poems
Post by: nichi on July 19, 2006, 04:27:37 AM

The Beckoning

The time has come
for us to dance
Don't be long
As this circle moves
Don't delay
stumped by sirens
they will sing
without you
they will always
be singing
This is the dance
We want
Amidst many-colored streamers
And poles and totems
The girls skip to and fro
The boys flex before them
What joy they are
As their eyes grow
Sleepier, the logs
Are thrown
On the bonfire
As drums keep beating
I paint the woad
Around my right eye
Around my left hip
I stripe my thighs
And set out
To find you
in the night
Shadows milling
Around the tents
The time has come
for the wild hunt
Falcon released
Owl on my shoulder
I blow the horn
For you to hear me
The crows fly
Will you find me,
Oh my lord,
Will you find me
dancing with the others
The circle moves
when I see you
In mind's eye
Clockwise
Widdershins
Cancrizans
Then whirling
like a dervish
But into your arms
always
into your robes
always
at the end
and the beginning.
The time is now
to dance
oh my lord,
in fur and feathers,
in aeternitatem...

 

V

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: nichi on July 19, 2006, 04:35:20 AM

The Petition

Gathering the dead branches at dusk,
The woman bends and brushes
The weeds with her fingertips
Smiling at their tenacity,
Survivors, thrivers --
Impossible to kill --
She lays the branches
Out on the ground,
Five-pointed star,
Wondering when the skygods
Will spot it, or if they will come
In time for her to see.
So much life in these dead branches,
She picks off the bark
Where insects have foraged.
Piling high the pinecones
In the star's center,
She lights the fire --
Dazzled by the puffing myrrh --
And beside the flames,
Spreads herself
Like a five-pointed star
Surely her milky whiteness
Will be seen, she whispers
"See me here, see me,
Use me, please..."


The raccoons gather
To watch the cones explode
And crackle,
Enjoying the startle,
Hugging each other,
While sparks maneuver
Their way
To the sky...

 
~V~

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: tommy2 on July 30, 2006, 10:57:49 PM

Like a ceremonial chant.   Very intense. 2

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: Michael on August 10, 2006, 10:07:47 PM

that's a beautiful one v, yes t2's right, a chant

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: nichi on August 15, 2006, 05:19:02 AM

Falconer releases falcon
And spots him at death's cry
Circling, waiting
To greet him in the mists...
Oh Tristan, whose bow
Was true, only you
Know the speed
Of an open heart.
I wait for the arrow to find me,
Sensing the bark
Beneath my talons...
Will you light on these branches
On your way to the sky?
For one more moment

I could brush your flesh
Turned feather --
Embrace gone eternal --
Through the bird
And through the eye!

~V

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: Michael on August 15, 2006, 08:54:52 PM

that's very beautiful v

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: Jennifer- on August 17, 2006, 02:05:19 AM

Quote from: Nichi on August 15, 2006, 05:19:02 AM

Falconer releases falcon
And spots him at death's cry
Circling, waiting
To greet him in the mists...
Oh Tristan, whose bow
Was true, only you
Know the speed
Of an open heart.
I wait for the arrow to find me,
Sensing the bark
Beneath my talons...
Will you light on these branches
On your way to the sky?
For one more moment

I could brush your flesh
Turned feather --
Embrace gone eternal --
Through the bird
And through the eye!

~V

Ive met a Tristan in vision Vicky, no connection apparent to your poem really but thought it worth mentioning considering I dont know who your Tristan is...

He taught me a dance to keep my balance when facing something unknown. He also has taken the form of a tiger.

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: nichi on August 17, 2006, 09:03:24 AM

Thanks, m!

Quote from: Raven on August 17, 2006, 02:05:19 AM

Ive met a Tristan in vision Vicky, no connection apparent to your poem really but thought it worth mentioning considering I dont know who your Tristan is...

He taught me a dance to keep my balance when facing something unknown. He also has taken the form of a tiger.

This fellow, who I no doubt first saw in a story-line of a film, wears one of those mongolian-type warrior-caps, with the sides turned upward. I'm sure there's a word for this gear, but alas I don't know it. The image of him intrigued me, and I've seen him a few times now in dreams. The sensation is that he waits.

What I feel about him is direct apprehension and speed.... That would fit with what you're saying about keeping your balance in the face of the unknown, I think...
This is all very intriguing what you're saying, though, especially the shifting into Tiger!
Definitely food for contemplation!
Did you sense they were connected?

The contract imposed by the roman empire on the salmatian knights, as posited at least in the storyline of "King Arthur", is something I can't shake from my mind. It's as if I was there, then.

"Tristan" is a hero-name used by the celtic bards and other poets, as a lover extraordinaire, true til death. 

I'll try to find out more...

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: Jennifer- on August 17, 2006, 12:20:20 PM

In reading deeper into your thoughts of him, I dont think its connected other then the name.  This guy was very dark in color and tribal in nature. Ill see if I can find my writing reguarding him.

Quote

as a lover extraordinaire, true til death

The tiger killed me.

Ill dig around.. it is interesting, I look forward to your search as well. Excellent poem reguardless of connections!  :-*

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: nichi on August 17, 2006, 12:40:43 PM

Oh, I see!
The Tristan I'm seeing is caucasian, but he does have a wildness about him!

(Hey, who says killing isn't an act of love, heheh? <<-- just kidding, maybe...)

 :-* :-* :-*

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: Jennifer- on August 17, 2006, 12:50:42 PM

lol It actually was a very deep act of love.

 :-*

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: Jennifer- on August 17, 2006, 01:37:05 PM

Finally found it after a nice trip down journal lane...

Standing before me stood a rather large man(or he appeared to me to be large.. eh most are compared to my 100 pound body) of dark color who was about to preform some sort of dance. He made a point of showing me 2 scars on his body. On the left side by his colar bone and midway down his ribs.

From there he very carefully as if in slow motion moved in an order well versed.

He then laid down at my side ( I was now sitting) on his side with his back facing me. I leaned and kissed his back where his heart center resides.

I'll explore this more today.

Jennifer
June 8, 2006


Slipping into the bath instantly sooths every inch of my being and my active mind shuts off within seconds leaving me open for anything. Its like a lucid dream or trance state. "The Voice" is often there willing as always to answer my questions in its vague yet perfect riddle. Yesterday I completely left my bathroom and found myself laying with the sun beating down on my body somewhere where the heat is unlike that which you find anywhere close to my native living.

As with any state of being such as discribed above its like an amnesia that follows upon returning.. this awareness only holds breif fragments of what was there. As I wipe down the tub after getting out I always try my best to recap all that happened like writting dreams down in a journal.

This afternoon when stepping into the tub I noticed the sound of my ankle band as the shells clicked together and it sent me swiftly back to my encounter last night with the dancer. That sound was there. (the ankle pc I just put on 2 days ago.. its a black leather braid with some sort of shell hanging off it, 7 of them. A friend went to Africa about 12 years ago and brought it back to me) I settled into the bath and 'the voice' was waiting..

The Voice: His name is Tristan, if you want to know what he showed you, preform the dance.

That was it.. simple and short.

No need to do my ritual memory journal on that one it sticks in my mind like a song that wont go away.

Soon I shall dance though I must admit there is a slight resistence.

-=-

Within the above time frame I also started feeling a connection to a tiger, as I moved my hands over my body it was like the large feline running its tongue over its own fur.

Moving in the manner that 'Tristan' had shown me in dance I realized the tiger was linked to him or my experience with him also.. I saw the eyes of the tiger and the rapid movement of its heart inside my chest.

Throughout the rest of the day I started getting like memory flashes (only way to discribe it.. it wasnt as if it was happening at that moment it was as if I was remembering it)

Tiger steps out of the bush and moves towards me at first I 'expect' (knowing full well to assume anything is foolish) to have a merging encounter with it but instead it attacks me. I start dancing as Tristan had shown me and it smiled at me looking me straight in the eyes and litterally ripped my body apart.

I shook my heart in its jaws, my blood spilled all over the ground my body lie dead.

Im back in one peice with awarness of what had happened standing looking at the area in which the event took place. In every spot my blood soaked into the earth roses now bloomed. The scent almost intoxicating and the sun shined so bright it wasnt the actual sunshine at all.

-=-=-
In dream the tiger comes and I have an awarness that its Tristan. I also find that I too am a tiger and we sort of stood looking at each other. (memory of the rest of it gone)

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: nichi on August 17, 2006, 02:15:36 PM

Wowwww!

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: nichi on August 26, 2006, 01:58:43 AM

Kuan Yin Speaks

"I see you wonder," she said to me,
"How honorable warriors as yourself
Can talk of love.
So mighty in its magnanimity
So precious in its intimacy,
So close to self-delusion
In its wanting, and yet
It is the only thing
We really come to learn
On this earth.
Consider the blue and green earth,
Unique amongst the stars
In its comfort  -- life-giving
Always, even in the throes
Of death's cries.
It is the perfect ground for love.
For creation is ever-present
And closeness a constant --
Even for the mountain travellers
Who long for the sky.
So worry not, dear Katarina,
You who see the rivers
In your hands,
Love is in the blood
Of your humanness,
And when you embrace your humanness
You can walk with me on the tides.
There is the greatest feat,
And feast, for a warrior--
To know and see, at long last
That the very thing you take apart
Is the thing which you are."
Then she hummed a song
I'll never forget,
As I looked into my aging palms,
Remembering a three-year old girl
Who would not move her toes
Out of the surf and waves...

~V


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Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: nichi on August 26, 2006, 02:08:16 AM

Kali Speaks

"You can change it," she said to me..
"Dismiss not the sweeping of your hand
Or the gestures of grace
As you stare into that abyss
Or into my dark face.
The power is mine, the power is yours
When we share in this quest.
The winds hear your cries
And the weary will rest.
It's the tip of your finger,
And calling my name...
Eternal when realized
That we are the same...""
"Say more, Kali, say more, I said.
But there at the entrance  --
Swung but an open door.

~v

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: nichi on October 17, 2006, 07:44:40 AM

Now

I have no recourse but to leave
The home of my flesh and bones.
Wind against my face,
I drift over towns I have known,
Watching for the light
Which calls me in its blue hues,
Looking forward to a fire's crackle
And a familiar voice in strange lands ...
What will come is quite unknown --
Will the timbre of sweet violins
Seep into my ear one night?
Will I begin to think of men
In beards and tophats,
Men in wheelchairs
Applauding fireworks,
Men at telephones
Calling for the bomb,
Women with protest signs,
Long marches to domes,
Hot dogs and hot pretzels
And children running rampant
On a hot summer's day --
Which one will call me back?
Atlantis underwater,
The mountain villa of calabria,
The sacrificial gates of java,
The smiling kookaburra's laughter,
The golden eagle's highlands?
These beautiful and spacious skies
Will have to guide me
To the place I need to be
In this odd time,
Wrong time,
Right time,
Long time searching
For the only time
I will have in which
To see thee again.

~V

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: nichi on November 30, 2006, 06:08:16 PM

Reunion

Another day...
Listening for the lows
Of my lost family,
Walking this ancient, dusty road--
Remembering water holes
And my child's sweet breaths
Wrapped around my legs.
I pushed the trunks aside
Off the road, when I heard
The crackle of dry brush,
The snorts and sighs
To my left, and swaying
Beyond the vines,
Eyes upon me,
Chirruping,
There they stood!
There they stood!
Unstoppable, I ran
To meet them,
Never hearing the mahout's cries,
"Come back, Come back!"
Never again, kind man.
Into the mountains at last
We will go, and never look back,
Listening for the lows
Of the stars
To guide us.

~V

(http://www.shunya.net/Pictures/Himalayas/CorbettPark/Corbett39.jpg)

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: Michael on December 01, 2006, 08:08:29 AM

that's the way

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: nichi on December 05, 2006, 04:18:59 PM

Spirit-friends assembling...
Taking a place in the center
Which pivots through the love
Of stars,
Whirling with wind and water
And the speed of earth's turn
No, faster than earth's turn
And faster ...
As I raise my head up
To the light and extend my arms
And hands
To you, on my right
And to him, on my left
Inhaling particles of stars
And spinning.
Such lovers in this center
And carollers in our west,
Singing "Kumbaya, my lord,
Kumbaya..."
The world won't end today!
Steady!
Come here, come closer
Let me see who you are
We may whirl together
On through to infinity
In this one moment
The world won't end today
But it's better in its turn
For taking your hand,
Dear friend,
Dear spirit-lover.
Come here.
Come closer.


~V~

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: Jennifer- on December 05, 2006, 11:22:09 PM

This is beautiful V, thank you for sharing it.

Much Love, Jennifer

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: nichi on December 15, 2006, 07:56:44 AM

Across the street, the caballeros
test their percussion,
rehearse the mariachi,
interjecting "Uh huh, uh huh," in falsetto.
Lovely ladies in high heels come
and all the neighborhood
rejoices -- good salsa,
good rhythm, sad lyrics
with a musing parrot's caws --
driving hard and perfect,
it's so good, but what is this?
Old white woman enters the street
spreading her arms wide,
grabbing the young mexican man
as he passes, "Dance with me
for a moment, dance with me.."
One-two-three, one-two-three,
she waltzes and smiles
a crooked smile. "Thank-you!
Thank-you for all the joy
You've brought --
Don't you know we are each other?"
The young man slips away,
whispering to his friends,
"She's loca, who is she?"
And right there in the street,
she disappears
into a mist...
But all the young men
still hear her humming...

~V

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: Michael on December 15, 2006, 08:24:59 AM

good one!

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: tommy2 on December 15, 2006, 08:28:26 AM

She musta bin a time travelor
stopping for a wink
a chip o'salsa
taquilla drink

Slipped away
before she came
not to stay
but here the same

Ask the wind
whatter name

Thought I saw her
yesterday


t

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: niamhspark on December 15, 2006, 02:38:32 PM

Sí, she's loca, but she left happy anyway :)

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: nichi on December 29, 2006, 02:45:30 AM

At night the moonbeams cast our hearts;
Through shadows, woodlings see
Two lovers from a starlight hide,
Whose souls fade in the sheen

The unsurpassed joys drop in time
Like cones from evergreen;
Collecting those which fall to root,
We pluck love's plenty clean.

But love your absence never takes --
The echoes coyly tease;
In circling -- gone like autumn birds --
Your ghost is left with me.

If honeysuckle saved the rose,
Then ivy swathed the tree.
A robin's remnants soothe the soil,
I'll keep this love with me....

VLambert

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: Michael on December 29, 2006, 04:13:11 AM

Quote from: nichi on December 29, 2006, 02:45:30 AM

The echoes coyly tease

mmm...

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: nichi on January 11, 2007, 02:08:43 AM

Little Sparrow

Into the tessellations you wander,
at first not knowing,
dazzled by intricate design
and vibrant color,
playing with frayed pieces of string.

The windchimes tinkle
further away than before,
as you make your way
to the center,
with a bountiful beakful of twine.

Home ---
this is what you wanted,
at the center of the maze ...

You sit on the nest of feathertufts
and close your eyes,
hearing chimes
within a little heart.

The silence is irresistible....

V

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: nichi on June 06, 2007, 11:48:57 PM

All the gods of lightning
Met in circle last night
Above my house --
Flashing their commentary
And objections to each other
"No-Yes-No-Yes ---
Take that! No, you take that!
Me-me-me-me-ME! I said ME!"
As my room lit up
Every other second, I smiled
That even the gods dispute
Each other, seemingly unaware
Of the cowering trees beneath ...
Of the bare-chested roof,
Exposed and Watching...
Their own fierce agenda blinded
To the rest.
A television was turned on
By a bolt within these rooms
As the rolling conference
Moved northwestward,
Away, still in hot converse.

This morning, I watched a catbird
Perching within the porch
Half-drenched, preening,
Shaking off the night...
I commented to him, "Rough time, eh?"
And he answered a resounding, "Yes!"
Before he flew off, pretending
We had never spoken.

~V

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: Michael on June 07, 2007, 08:13:59 AM

wild stuff - i love those lightening events, esp when I'm in bed.

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: nichi on August 21, 2007, 03:11:09 AM

Finally!
The earth beneath my back
Juts upwards --
I ascend to the stars
On this new-made mountain.
I am dizzy, elated
With realizing
That any way would work
After all.
So perplexed I was
By abstractions
And acrobatics,
When all I needed
Was passion for the sky,
Desire for the stars,
And heart for this
Crumbling,
Breaking
Ground.

~V

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: nichi on December 14, 2007, 03:56:59 PM

Mabh Speaks

"You never learned
About efficiency," the queen bellowed,
"Or of how best to use a man...
You think that bones are the stuff
Of sinew and tissue,
And blood the stuff which runs
through your veins.
Oh no, Katarina.
Nothing is irrelevant,
Nothing is an accident,
Nothing goes to waste
For a true warrior --
It's all the fodder of your power.
Your staff is sure to become
A cane for the crooked,
So long as you rely on hope
For the better nature of men,
So long as you wait one minute
More for signs from them.
Take them now, Katarina,
While you can."
She lifted her massive sword high
Above her, and with a pained swoosh,
Beheaded before me, a man
Kneeling for his life.
"Why?" I gasped , "Why?"
But they faded near that tree trunk,
While the birds flushed and frenzied,
Startled by her cackles...

~Katarina
V~

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: Zamurito on December 14, 2007, 04:00:52 PM

Excellent.

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: nichi on December 14, 2007, 05:01:46 PM

ta!

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: Michael on December 14, 2007, 10:01:41 PM

that's beautiful nichi - yes, that's how to deal with men - let me tell you, they are all arseholes.

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: nichi on December 14, 2007, 10:05:42 PM

Noooooo....
Mabh sure thinks so, though!
 :-*

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: erik on December 14, 2007, 10:21:39 PM

Real executioner's sword

(http://www.muuseum.harju.ee/Moisad/Pildid/mook2.gif)

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: nichi on December 14, 2007, 10:27:42 PM

Huh, interesting ...
In the vision, it was pretty wieldy.
It seemed as if it must have been heavy.
She managed, though.

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: erik on December 14, 2007, 10:46:06 PM

That one is heavy too - from the first half of 16th century. Heavy enough to decapitate  a man with one swing.

It is interesting to note that executioners' swords had blunt end (not a sharp end like battle swords) and there were from 3-5 holes near the end. Nobody knows why, the guess is that it had to prevent converting the sword into a battle sword. Executioner's sword was buried and a new one was cast after every 100 executions.

There were also writings on these swords.

That particular sword (dated 1525) has written on it: 'Divine love and faith are reborn every morning. By raising this sword I help sinner into eternal life.'

Other known examples of writing on the executioners' swords are: 'Lord will help me who I am a poor sinner', 'Whenever I raise this sword I wish eternal life to poor sinners.'

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: nichi on December 18, 2007, 11:58:38 AM

At midnight in the in-between
With willows bending at the seams
The oxen break their yokes in dreams,
Their songs, we know not what they mean...

But dancing round the church's fair,
The ones with straw-like sandy hair
Are chanting invitations' air --
The tambourines and bones are bared.

Go to the home where fur and love
Melt into one and rise above
Go to thy home where flesh and love
Melt into one and rise above
Come to thy home where life is love
Melt into one and rise above

My mother heard me in this stream
She said, "Come in, you won't be seen,"
And as I gazed upon her means
I knew the end, that I am free.

The shakers still their cymbals ting
The sandy-haired ones chant and sing
My mother sent me on the wing
To rise beyond their knotted string.

Go to the home where fur and love
Melt into one and rise above
Go to thy home where flesh and love
Melt into one and rise above
Come to thy home where life is love
Melt into one and rise above

And this is how midsummer brings
The spirits rare, the fairy's string ...
The oxen gone, the man so rare
And all my melted love to bear...
And all my melted love to bear ..


~V
In a wintry dream

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: Jennifer- on December 18, 2007, 12:22:05 PM

Quote

Go to the home where fur and love
Melt into one and rise above
Go to thy home where flesh and love
Melt into one and rise above
Come to thy home where life is love
Melt into one and rise above

Its excellent.. good work!

 :-* :-*

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: Angela on December 18, 2007, 12:40:14 PM

V...what you write is so much more phenomenal than anyone you quote :)

Love  :-*
Ang

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: nichi on December 21, 2007, 08:19:15 AM

Durga Speaks

"You do not have time," the voice crackled,
"For waiting in the wings
Or being defined
Or relegated by anyone
Or anything to troughs
Or outer bands
Or second strings --
This is deadly and serious --
You do not have time.
If you do not take your own
Divinity in your hands
And override the trifles
Of casting plays for the village
If you do not demand
Of the stars to embrace
Your own power
With your own handmaidens,
You will be the laughing,
Toothless virgin, cracking
In the square , mocking
The glory of yourself --
What could have been
What should have been
What will not be.
Stop making this the concern
Of anyone but your Soul,
What happened by your hand --
Waylaid at roadhouses --
Is enough.
Be who you are.
It is your last notice --
You have no more time."
I heard a lion roar
And then she vanished.
By then a handmaiden
Brought some tea,
But I set her free
To find her own soul,
While I polished
My wands and swords.

~V



(http://www.exoticindiaart.com/artimages/ba48.jpg)

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: Michael on December 26, 2007, 11:52:37 PM

good one V
and good mood

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: nichi on December 29, 2007, 11:26:48 AM

Merlin Speaks

"Do you remember how I taught you the fog," he whispered,
"And gave you the means to distract any foe,
Shapeshifting your form into the bending trees,
To hide in plain sight from the destroyers
Or to don the hawk's wings as you fly
To seek your destiny?
You do it well, Katarina, but you are sad.
Your longing for me has you captured
In the trees ... you use the fog as the end
Of your tears, and thus
The fog has come to control you.
It never was the end of all --
It was the means to save your life,
And now, you hardly hear me
Calling to you through the mists,
'This way, this way, my love.' "
"I know, I know," I answered, eyes burning,
"But I hear you now! Is it too late?"
As he smiled I reached for him,
Opened his robes and walked into him --
Inhaling, at long last again,
His scent of myrrh and musk.

The crows on the branches bobbed and laughed...

~V~

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: nichi on April 08, 2008, 09:15:08 PM

“We’re lacking something – something good,” the young man sang,
As I stood amongst the fans, leaning on my cane,
My body half-gone, without despair,
Dancers’ torsoes nudging me from each side.
Jostled thusly, I remembered the times
I sang on the stage, always with a point to make,
Moving left and right with the members of the band,
Playing the keyboard, shaking the tambourines,
Trying not to irritate the bass player with my whiteness,
Watching the tragic girl in the audience,
Baring her breasts, drinking too much,
Dancing for her life – but being dragged
To her seat by one or two, as she laughed too loud …
Ten beers at her table, as her cohorts
Tossed a coin, and the loser
Came to us at the stage’s foot,
While the winner mauled her,
And I shouted to my stage-sister,
’Get him out of here,’
He would stand there, with a stupid grin,
Beer in hand, watching my sister,
Swaying, wondering, eyes hardly open,
Groping the air, for either her or his chair,
Reaching neither …while the tragic girl laughed and cried.
“The chromosomes divide – multiply and thrive
And the strong survive – yeah the strong survive .....
We’re lacking something – something good,” the young man sang,
And I remembered my anger that night,
Making a scene, getting us fired when
I could no longer hold my genteel southern detachment
Stepping off the stage, fierce:
”Get out of here and leave her the hell alone let me call a cab for you
darlin, come on come on with me you must leave
this hellhole,” and standing with her til the cab came,
While she hollered her phone number out the window
At the rehearsing rapist, lamenting, “Call me, honey...”
But still, she left, and got free for a moment in time.
Sleep well, get some rest, wash your face,
Look at the sky ---
Folly is so fierce...

The dancers rubbed their hips with mine,
As I leaned on my cane, remembering a man
Who asked me once, “Aren’t you flattered
When someone whistles at you?” 
As if the world was not full of predators,
as if he wasn't one,
and smiling
That I would no longer have to defend this paradox --
Not this one, anyway.
I swayed left and right, even with my cane,
With all these hopeful spirits, and sang along,
With full joy, because the gods know
I still know that Dionysian nihilism,
Rend-me-take-me-make-my-body's-purpose ---

”We’re lacking something – something good
It’s a long night, it’s a long night,
But it’s all-right, it’s all-right,
It’s alllllll-right….”


Darwin by 3rd Eye Blind (http://kspahr.imeem.com/music/eaMYAUjJ/third_eye_blind_darwin/)

The chromosome divides, multiply and thrive
And the strong survive, and the strong survive
And the spaceman flowered an ape
Then cut out on the date
And now it's much too late
The space ship has escaped
Let it go
We're lacking something good
Something good, yeah
Is this all for nothing, oh
Good, something good, yeah
Boom-tick-tick and who skipped the long day
Boom-tick-tick
Chromosome divides, multiply and thrive
And the strong survive, yeah the strong survive
And the grandson of an alien wears his snakeskin boots
Shows his reptile roots
He shows his reptile roots
We're lacking something, something good
Something good, yeah
Is this all for nothing, yeah
Show me the goods, something good, yeah
Let the record blow up
Boom-boom, tick-tick and who skipped the long play
Who picked the record and who amped what you say
I wanna sing a song that's my own
I wanna be the DJ
We're lacking something
Let the record blow up
Something good
Something good, yeah
Is this all for nothing, yeah
Boom-boom, tick-tick
Show me the goods, something good, yeah
Chromosome divides, multiply and thrive
And the strong survive, yeah the strong survive
Chromosome divides, multiply and thrive
And the strong survive, and the strong survive
And it's all right, it's all right, yeah
It's a long night, it's a long night
A long night, it's long night
It's a long night, a long night, a long night
A long night, it's a long night
All right, all right, all right
When the plane takes off you'll know it
When the plane takes off you'll know it 


I was talking with someone here not too long ago about what it's like to write something while listening to rock music. This 'paradox' piece is what it's like, and that's not necessarily good.. It mixes in. Yet, it can't be rewritten with the same stream of pulses.
V

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: nichi on April 18, 2008, 05:03:10 PM

I am the voice who fades away at birth
To whispers on the wind
To the joy of children
To the grace of elephants
To the whooshing rustles
Of tiny leaves spinning on a breeze.
You are deaf to me now,
But I wait and watch the hours
To turn your head
To twist your back
To stroke your neck
To grab your flailing arms
And right their clumsy reach.
You are numb to my touch,
But I gesture, and gesture
In front of you I dance
Like a madwoman in fits,
Naked-breasted, arched --
Dripping, to make a track
For you to find me.
You are blind to my light,
But I shine it on you,
When your eyes are open,
When sleep settles,
When twilight falls,
When your dreams at last
Bring you fumbling to me.
Even I do not understand
Why you do not recall
The contract that we made,
The one you buried like treasure --
Or why you can’t remember
That I am here, waiting.
I am the one you meet at death,
But you must know me now --
Your flesh will live.
Your life will move.
Your heart will fill.
Your throat will sing the world.
I am the voice who whispers in your dreams.
You sense it in the fog
And split the wavering lines.
One night, you are sure you hear it.
(At last!)

”Come to me, come to me, come to me, come to me---“


V

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: Michael on April 18, 2008, 11:04:17 PM

rippling!

sends ripples down my spine

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: Jennifer- on April 19, 2008, 12:58:52 AM

Beautiful, Vicki  :-*

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: nichi on April 19, 2008, 12:58:33 PM

thanx, y'all.

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: nichi on June 12, 2008, 11:48:27 PM

Story and Song

Hands waving at the sky
I stand in the warm sea of flesh
Passing the candle's tip of fire
I don't belong here, I know
But to these ports I go
With legs dangling behind
As I light to the next
I must remember this good
This good and this warmth
Hands clapping, feet tapping
Tambourines shaking
The rhythm of the best of us
As nothing else matters
But the vortex to the sky
And our voices of praise
Of love
Of circling
Of joining
This heart planet
This endless stumbling journey
Of story and song
I must remember this best
Fingertips to fingertips,
Sweat to sweat
"Dear Sirs, here is how
It happened, and how
It went up in blazes...
How I loved this world
Where I never belonged."

V

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: xero on June 13, 2008, 01:18:26 PM

This i like

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: Michael on June 13, 2008, 02:16:55 PM

yes!

 :)

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: Jennifer- on June 13, 2008, 08:26:17 PM

 :)  :-*

Wonderful V!!!

(http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o203/spirit_muse51/pyramidpic.jpg)

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: nichi on June 13, 2008, 10:05:45 PM

muchos gracias ...

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: Nichi on December 16, 2009, 04:44:26 PM

The River of Lethe

1982 -

The creaky attics vainly call
Down branches to the basement halls,
Do you think I to you will fall
Some morning? They think time is all,
Enclosed and huddled in recall,
Of dreams and starry chance's draw.

There is a time when whistles fade
And far-wrung wires wile away --
In night's lost stillness stripped of day,
The foghorn blows and smokestacks bay ---
While people in white houses sweep
Their vigilance to silent sleep.
A whispering clock ticks for its keep ...
The loving lie, and strangers seep
Into a blurry background's wall ---
To mingle there in stories' all ...

 
VLambert

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: Firestarter on December 16, 2009, 05:01:10 PM

Thats a good one V - your poetry has always been the best :)

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: Nichi on December 16, 2009, 05:16:10 PM

TA, E ... I was reminded of these in here this evening. They aren't my best, but they captured something... Felt to share.

 :-*

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: Michael on December 18, 2009, 11:37:50 PM

good stuff V

Title: Old...
Post by: Nichi on May 20, 2010, 08:36:57 PM

Oneness

Enslaved to this wild, dusty dance,
I twirl and prance -- pretty, foothard --
For all these morbid, ghoulish guards
(So graceless in a graphic stance),
Where vinegrown walls wail to romance
And hopeless claw-beasts clamor, marred
By moonlight's fire, to muse me -- bard
Of doomed desire -- love's dark lance ...

We keen these stone-lust stumbled hours --
Lost to an empty winter's dream;
The waywards weep, and willows scream
For every mad waste crumbling towers
Unmoat around our siege: I plead
And writhe the grimmest woes this mire
Will soak or heed. The beasties bleed ...
Til morning blacks these melted pyres ---

The daily dire's cream ---
Astep we blur blazed beams...

V
1977

Title: Re: Old...
Post by: Michael on May 21, 2010, 09:34:39 PM

That's a very imagery packed experience V.
A highly condensed explosive feeling.

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: Nichi on July 07, 2014, 03:03:10 PM

1975

The Masque
 
Invisibly,
You send me to my tomb.
My bow long-bent,
I thank the phantom audience.
The performance is over again.
Recounting the lines,
I whisper in Solitude's ear
Confessions of error ---
The imperfections
Wringing displeasure
From your crooked brow.

I finger through the photos of the wake.

 
~VL

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: Ke-ke wan on July 07, 2014, 06:18:39 PM

Wow.  :)

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: runningstream on July 07, 2014, 08:46:17 PM

yes that s great

flicking through the photos i remembered how to

make a bon fire with movement

thanks

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: Firestarter on July 07, 2014, 11:36:02 PM

Excellent!

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: Nichi on July 19, 2014, 10:41:08 PM

Old, old, old~


Withdrawal

The lulls and empty sheets beg for the scrawl
Of any cryptic pen-tirade
Or any lilting quill's cascade,
To stave a sorry, throbbing space's spall.

Sometimes words' quarry voids that golden call
Who bade sweet reason from backstage
And raved love's verses to the page --
But yet through rubble glows the paper's awl.

Amok, ink's curse and comfort thinly runs,
Communion's wine slow-slovened by dry drunks...

VLambert

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: Nichi on August 01, 2014, 11:12:38 AM

Old, old, old...

Trenchcoat Trickster

A rogue?
I am a rogue.
Steal into night,
Peer at traffic,
Slap my sides,
Cough some smoke,
Tilt my hat,
Feel morose
About the act
While the man
Pulls past and waves.
Oh yes. Goodbye!
Goodbye.
So glad to see
You go ... er ...
This pocket watch
Is right again,
Though I don't know
What time it is.
Hmmm ... did I forget ...
There's something,
I can't remember
What habit beckons,
But it is calling
Loudly, somewhere.
This shallow curb
Won't trip me,
And the sewage-stream
Won't take me.
In beer joints
They avoid me --
Thank God I have
This trenchcoat!
(Keeps me stealthy.)
Play detective --
Make the clients
Tell me what
The mystery
Is.

VLambert

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: Nichi on August 01, 2014, 11:44:35 AM

Old, old, old


Winds own the man-made mussels hanging black
And idly dangling on your porched mobile.
The afternooon sun's castanets and heels
Danced cancrizans, atop the windblown clacks
Our laughter floated o'er --- a spirit soared
Unto the shell-strung marionette ballet.
(Heart's effort aired and clicked in finger-play.)

We marvelled at the sandcrab's easy bore,
So quick to dart when intermission fell
Upon us -- baffled by a blundering knot,
Who tangled more than intertwined the plot.
Creation's climax washed to ocean swells ...
Since then these ebon hands, rehearsing still,
Are fossils, captured on your sea-door's sill.

VLambert

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: Nichi on August 01, 2014, 11:47:06 AM

Old, old, old

Tea and Ashes

My thousand-lines are stuffed
Aside, scratched and scrawny;
Again I bid adieu,
Perfection.
Better now, to absorb water-stains
Collected, as
Waste-free coasters,
Holders for the tea and ashes.
Lucille, you inspired
Me madly.
I burned and wept in whiteness,
But not for you,
Sisterpoet.
You sing, and grow, and make.
I am lost, in Western verbage--
Trash of the architects,
Who chiseled stone,
Sepulchre-castles,
Way-lays for moat men,
Who murkily inscribed
Their ominous manuscript,
Everywhere.
These measurements our gods,
The Form our Kali --
They bring to us the nonlife,
Good-words, scrolled.
(Priests roll up the traps.)
This ink is my blood;
My daughters ... are photos.
And me...
Bones of stone,
Heavy and dense,
Overgrown by a well-read mother ---
Who chose from some
Thousand lines,
The right way to cause
The wanted
Effect.

VLambert 

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: Michael on August 13, 2014, 09:11:47 PM

Yes, evocative images. Enjoyed the reading.

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: Firestarter on August 14, 2014, 05:07:56 AM

Way awesome! :)

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: Nichi on February 05, 2015, 02:47:40 PM

Old poem.

Time

Time by me keeps still, by a smouldering fire
Whose hearth stares stone-faced at its faithful patron --
Dream-raker rolling chilling coals' desire
To ashen smut. Rubbed embers glare in chafed
Discomfort, sorer than the wintered thighs
Of hunters shovelling snow.  It seems unfair
To force each glow to bare its frenzied eyes,
When centuries of cold long-snuffed the flare
Love's warmth wants to survive. The freeze revives
In me with each hushed ember turned to dust,
These polar nights: the chamber's iron thrives
Without my need ... so stoke this fire I must.

VLambert

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: Nichi on February 05, 2015, 02:59:24 PM

Too Emily Dickinson/Gerard Manley Hopkins. My muse in those days had a germanic, guttural quality.

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: Nichi on June 23, 2015, 03:23:56 AM

Quote from: Nichi on August 01, 2014, 11:44:35 AM

Old, old, old


Winds own the man-made mussels hanging black
And idly dangling on your porched mobile.
The afternooon sun's castanets and heels
Danced cancrizans, atop the windblown clacks
Our laughter floated o'er --- a spirit soared
Unto the shell-strung marionette ballet.
(Heart's effort aired and clicked in finger-play.)

We marvelled at the sandcrab's easy bore,
So quick to dart when intermission fell
Upon us -- baffled by a blundering knot,
Who tangled more than intertwined the plot.
Creation's climax washed to ocean swells ...
Since then these ebon hands, rehearsing still,
Are fossils, captured on your sea-door's sill.

VLambert

Don't mean to quote myself - such a height of arrogance and conceitedness.

But I was reminded of this one today as I stumbled on one by Rilke. There's something at the core which is similar (though I know for sure that I hadn't read him when I wrote mine).

Do you remember still the falling stars
that like swift horses through the heavens raced
and suddenly leaped across the hurdles
of our wishes--do you recall? And we
did make so many! For there were countless numbers
of stars: each time we looked above we were
astounded by the swiftness of their daring play,
while in our hearts we felt safe and secure
watching these brilliant bodies disintegrate,
knowing somehow we had survived their fall.

Rainer Maria Rilke

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: Michael on December 05, 2016, 10:41:39 PM

Quote from: Nichi on February 05, 2015, 02:59:24 PM

Too Emily Dickinson/Gerard Manley Hopkins. My muse in those days had a germanic, guttural quality.

You certainly have a the flavour of Hopkins in your style, which is quite pleasant.

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: Nichi on December 06, 2016, 04:08:17 AM

Thanks, Michael. xo

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: Nichi on January 23, 2018, 03:36:40 AM

Old, old, old.

Love Poem

At night the moonbeams cast our hearts;
Through shadows, woodlings see
Two lovers from a starlight hide,
Whose souls fade in the sheen.

The unsurpassed joys drop in time
Like cones from evergreen;
Collecting those which fall to root,
We pluck love's plenty clean.

But love your absence never takes --
The echoes coyly tease;
In circling -- gone like autumn birds --
Your ghost is left with me.

If honeysuckle saved the rose,
Then ivy swathed the tree.
A robin's remnants soothe the soil,
I'll keep this love with me....

VLambert

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: Firestarter on January 23, 2018, 08:06:02 PM

Mind blown!

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: Michael on January 28, 2018, 01:55:15 AM

Sweet

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: Nichi on April 02, 2018, 03:08:48 PM

Good Friday

I'm going quite mad.
One minute, a disappearance of my life
into some warm and comforting sac -
The next, I stumble upon all life,
and feel all things -
the pain, the frown, the sheer joy
of the upward push into the air
The sensation of the currents
Underneath my feathers
The string at my tongue
And the heat of the sun
Which I forever elude ...
Don't look: this moment is mine
Don't look at the unpacked box
Or the hobbling of the weary
Don't look at the unkempt wildness:
This madness is mine.
The dead follow down the hall
And curl around the ankles
While I watch a tiny wren
Intimidate five squirrels.
Spirit still whispering,
"The only hope is me
And our wonder...."
The wren is nonplussed -
And thus, we will all push through
And rise again

And again.

~VLambert
April 2010

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: Nichi on April 02, 2018, 03:09:40 PM

I never shared the above because it was so rough, but I couldn't bring myself to tighten it up.

Title: Re: nichi poems
Post by: Ke-ke wan on April 03, 2018, 01:43:34 PM

Love it!!😘