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The Elements : A Glosa

If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one
Drying in the colour of the evening sun
Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay 

                                                                Sting, Fragile 

Fire
From the moment discovered
Doomsday was foretold
Traveling at breakneck speed, the winds
Bring news of war and suffering
It all finally comes undone
When humans were bent on conquering metal
There must have been only one reason
All the world to satisfy our wants
If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one 

Water
As the last drops disappear
And still we mine and plunder
Bottled necessity, so frivolous
Fast becoming the world's precious
Liquid gold as thirst becomes
The ultimate determinant of luxury
goods, branded Evian and Perrier
A dying child will not be the only one
Drying in the colour of the evening sun 

Earth
Whittling through space, paradise
At dawn, the mist creates a wonderland
To mirror the clouds high above
At noon, the lakes reflect the skies
Whatever color of the day
And at twilight, stars gently glow
The moon floating between the boughs
Oh, do you really believe it when Sting says
Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away

Air
Can you imagine, life without air
Where is our reason, and what is fair
And yet we annihilate trees
Without paying heed to realities
Who will be responsible, who will pay
We care not, if we keep silent
And ignore the writing on the wall
We scorn the over zealous news of the day
But something in our minds will always stay 

Oh, how fragile we are.


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 For dVersepoets OLN. A glosa in tribute to one of my favorite poets, Sting.
And thank you Samuel Peralta again for the gloss.



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Rain

The wind blowsAcross the fieldsThe whole world sighs
The rain fallsUpon the window sillThe little girl cries
Rain, rain go awayCome againAnother day.
by ninotaziz
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For the fun of it.And because it is raining gently at dawn.

Miracle

I knew nothing of the worldnot love, not wisdom, not life itselfTil I was handed miracles
born of love, real pain, pure joy @dversePoets



A semaphore by ninotaziz
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I seldom write about my girls. And yet, every moment I think of at least one of them. 
For dversepoets

Love, if you will - A Ghazal

Love has its story to tell, its own willEmbrace thy love or shun it if you will
Love at times, is all that is left insideWhen all else is gone except your true will
Love can lift you so high above the cloudsAnd yet crush you by those with untrue will
Grace all-giving,  is the essence of loveOften confused with either virtue, will
Love also burns, simmers and at times, yearnsFor release, and test with great undue will
Love can break you, makes you  forget reasonBecome undone, as passions unglue will
Love - hypnotizing in romantic  talesYet the storyteller survives through will


L'amour peut vous casser, vous fait oublier la raison
Comme passion briser votre volonté et résistance




by ninotaziz




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I love the ghazal, but find them very difficult to write. Practice is the only way I can get better at this! For dVersepoets.

Hikayat Kita on Air

A poem by Ilena

When I am angry,                                            I must not shout.
I must be calm, And take time out.
When I am sad,I must not frown.I must not worry,But smile like a clown.
When I do not know,I must not cry.I must ask, And think and try.
When I am alone,I must  not fear.I must go on,In good cheer. 
by Ilena
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After watching a concert a few weeks ago, my eight year old daughter Ilena wrote this poem.

Flying car

Flying car with balloonsany time for meto go to the mountain or the zoo
by Ikesha
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For the magpie tales 

Water water everywhere

There is an islandIn my hidden memoryMy birth land callsTasmania in my dreams
Days of innocence
Picnics by the beach
Til I crossed the Atlantic Ocean
And the great Pacific

I once waved to no oneby the harbor in Port DalhousieI think I lost my heart therehe enchanted a younger me
The Welland Canal passed byMy house on Dianne DriveI called out to the Adriatic Panama"Take me with you" I felt so alive!
Drenched under the rainbowof the mists of Niagara FallsCrashing upon the depths below in winter and in the fall
And years later, I sat byThe Rideau Canal in summerUpon its banks of green bladesIn absolute languid leisure
Once upon a time, heartbroken
I ran away to New York
Crossed the harbour to Ellis Island
Where I became an adult
 Today I stand uponthe shores of the South China Seawaves lapping at my feetI am home, contented and free


words by ninotaziz
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Karin of Manicdaily has us dreaming of water everywhere over at dVersepoets

Time markers

autumn leaves fallswaying in the coastal windsgraceful descent 
each moment markedby wisdom, regret and lovelife's cornerstones
blissful silence aswe watch the graceful descentof autumn leaves

silence béat
nous regardons la descente gracieuse
des feuilles d'automne
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For Haiku Heights and dVersepoets

The story of le pantoum

le pantoum
partout dans le monde
ancienne voix

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Ancient voice in royal discourse
Melaka, Venice of the East
Of diplomacy, of metaphors
Full of wit, of candor, of bliss

Melaka, Venice of the East
A land of grace and dignity
Full of wit, of candor, of bliss
Such was high society

A land of grace and dignity
The pantun, survived at all cost
Such was high society
Even when all was lost

The pantun, survived at all cost
Travelled across the oceans
Even when all was lost
Its brilliance par excellence

Travelled across the oceans
Ancient voice in royal discourse
Its brilliance par excellence
Of diplomacy, of metaphors

Melaka, all is not lost. 

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le pantoum
éclat par excellence
un souvenir

Melaka, Venise de l'Orient

by ninotaziz

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For dversepoets


This is a case of trying too hard I think. But it does cover the story of the pantoum in metaphor.

As Samuel Peralta illustrated in his article in August last year, the pantoum originated from the Malay world's pantun berkait (chained pantun). The first two lines of each stanza are generally a metaphor. Here I attempted to tell the story of what the 15th century Melaka Sultanate in the Malay Peninsula lost, its sovereignity in 1511, but the pantun went on to travel the world.

The verses in French further illustrate the story of pantoum which found a new home in France in the 18th century.

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From the legendary Malay Hikayat Malim Deman, there is an old royal lullaby composed entirely of pantun berkait, and it must be among the earliest of its forms. It is called Tetak Seranting. Here, I attach a shorter pantun on romantic love - which has always been a popular theme.

Nasi lemak buah bidara
Sayang selasih hamba lurutkan
Buang emak buang saudara
Kerana kasih saya turutkan

For love, I would abandon all else

- Ancient Malay pantun