Archive for January, 2013


In vain disbelief (a ghazal)

 

Children are crying, in vain disbelief

Mourning and waiting, in vain disbelief

 

Forgotten the rumour succumbs as well

Corpses are falling, in vain disbelief

 

Preceded by tears the later forlorn

From sorrows coming, in vain disbelief

 

Oh’men, precarious death has came, amen

Angels departing, in vain disbelief

 

For to be has finally been, oh is

Ricardo chanting, in vain disbelief

 

My attempt for http://dversepoets.com/2013/01/31/formforall-ghazal-sonnet/

(Form is not my thing, but I enjoyed the exercise)

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wings

a war

singing in the night. Drunken

hard as a figurative dawn

without trees, no God

burning on the sand

clouds dark

moon falling

the herd,  a coloured skin

prevented

they came and smoked out the cattle

first

how much will you love

in the white distance of the skies

endless

unrimmed

 

young people talk

eyes watching, and I stand

at the back, reversed

while birds drip laments

 

death is carving names on bark

with stainless blades

 

a pendulum swings of flutes

the process

I was smoking

http://dversepoets.com/2013/01/24/meeting-the-bar-creativity/

again again you know and gay

I have a little squared mind

that bit after bit rounds itself around

from line and trace and myriads of strokes

again

again

turns sound and bound

just whole

you know

 

it was straight before

I was fond of it

now it’s round

again

but I’m fine and gay

aligned

astray

just grounded in yawn

 

a yawn

a yawn

you know

and gay

o voo das plumas

http://soundcloud.com/ricardo-andrade-8/o-voo-das-plumas

 

O voo das plumas

A flecha em plumas,
zumbindo ao estio,
arqueando ruma

– dedos em cio.
Etérea ao eixo,
gira ao sacrifício,

do cego-solar pio –
a flecha, sem plumas.

by Ricardo Andrade and written after a poem by a friend:

Flighted (Octain)
 
Fletched for balance and direction
loosed upon a humming summer,
arcing green, the arrow leaves her
 
tight-strung fingers’ spurt volition.                          
Hurtling, volatile, her volta
pivots, bent on immolation
 
dazzled, solar, sinks, a tumbler
fletched – imbalanced, wrong direction.       

By Becky Kilsby
2012

Thanks, Becky!

http://dversepoets.com/2013/01/19/poetics-foreign-tongues/

a plain view is growing

sometimes I enjoy a plain view

of the process

something like a balloon

bulging out from clay

both earthly and ethereal

 

no no

a tree well founded

surrounded by decaying fruits

no no, excuse me,

flowers!

 

or a swarm of flies over smelling shit

ok ok

in the sewage of a prosperous city

– rectilinear city

sprawling

 

yes, I have mixed feeling about the Kafkanian process of growing up

there’s a secretary preparing a dossier about it

the process is growing

 

 

http://dversepoets.com/2013/01/12/poetics-growing-up/

 

 

a scene from sea

a crab grabbing at the oyster

(an absent pearl)

the light phytoplankton

observing

 

http://dversepoets.com/2013/01/10/the-medium-is-the-message-dverse-meeting-the-bar/

uncovering

<p><a href=”http://vimeo.com/57055131″>uncovering</a&gt; from <a href=”http://vimeo.com/user11909581″>Ricardo Andrade</a> on <a href=”http://vimeo.com”>Vimeo</a&gt;.</p>

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unrest unrest uneasy ? unrest unr

unrest unrest unrest unrest unrest

freaking ? unrest unrest unrest unr

unrest unrest unrest unrest STOP !

P.           E.          A.         C.          E.

( please  excel  a caesura  elipting )

http://dversepoets.com/2013/01/05/peace-within-and-without/