Messages Poems
Messages.
by Laurence Argyll Simon Noond
Memories of a time long ago,
Home made Ouija Board,
Are we ready; lets have a go!
Sherry glass from the cupboard.
Finger tips resting on the base,
Soon fear and panic on every face.
Almost fifty years have past,
Messages through a Sherry glass,
Messages from people long past,
......
To Taher Ben Hosien
by Abu Tammam
A pair of right hands and a single dim eye
Must form not a man, but a monster, they cry:
Change a hand to an eye, good Taher, if you can,
And a monster perhaps may be chang'd to man.
To An Enemy
by Maxwell Bodenheim
I despise my friends more than you.
I would have known myself but they stood before the mirrors
And painted on them images of the virtues I craved.
You came with sharpest chisel, scraping away the false paint.
Then I knew and detested myself, but not you,
For glimpses of you in the glasses you uncovered
Showed me the virtues whose images you destroyed.
To Georgie May
by Maxwell Bodenheim
The ruins of your face were twined with youth.
Vines of starlight questioned your face when you smiled.
Your eyes dissolved over distances
And steeped the graves of many loves.
Night was kind to your body:
The careless vehemence of curves
Softened beneath your darkly-loosened dress.
And your heart toyed with an emotion
That left you vague hunger poised over death.
Brilliant
by Bibhakar Dutta
In the presence of my silent voice
I want to spend times
With my simple rhythmic attitude.
This wandering mind desires
To see-oh my beautiful lady-
Your the newest mood,
Where the stature will ignite
The day's best performance.
Who says that the desire
Always deserves beyond
......
Messages.
by Laurence Argyll Simon Noond
Memories of a time long ago,
Home made Ouija Board,
Are we ready; lets have a go!
Sherry glass from the cupboard.
Finger tips resting on the base,
Soon fear and panic on every face.
Almost fifty years have past,
Messages through a Sherry glass,
Messages from people long past,
......
Brilliant
by Bibhakar Dutta
In the presence of my silent voice
I want to spend times
With my simple rhythmic attitude.
This wandering mind desires
To see-oh my beautiful lady-
Your the newest mood,
Where the stature will ignite
The day's best performance.
Who says that the desire
Always deserves beyond
......
To Georgie May
by Maxwell Bodenheim
The ruins of your face were twined with youth.
Vines of starlight questioned your face when you smiled.
Your eyes dissolved over distances
And steeped the graves of many loves.
Night was kind to your body:
The careless vehemence of curves
Softened beneath your darkly-loosened dress.
And your heart toyed with an emotion
That left you vague hunger poised over death.
To An Enemy
by Maxwell Bodenheim
I despise my friends more than you.
I would have known myself but they stood before the mirrors
And painted on them images of the virtues I craved.
You came with sharpest chisel, scraping away the false paint.
Then I knew and detested myself, but not you,
For glimpses of you in the glasses you uncovered
Showed me the virtues whose images you destroyed.
To Taher Ben Hosien
by Abu Tammam
A pair of right hands and a single dim eye
Must form not a man, but a monster, they cry:
Change a hand to an eye, good Taher, if you can,
And a monster perhaps may be chang'd to man.
