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Silver transformations
Thursday, February 5. 2009
30 pieces of silver
sent one man on his way
dispensed by fearful theocrats
sneering as their hired help
danced in fateful jerks
and now a philosopher’s stone
transforms the state of silver
engineered by frantic alchemists
preening with their captured help
shapeshifting like quicksilver
sent one man on his way
dispensed by fearful theocrats
sneering as their hired help
danced in fateful jerks
and now a philosopher’s stone
transforms the state of silver
engineered by frantic alchemists
preening with their captured help
shapeshifting like quicksilver
Batman haiku
Tuesday, July 15. 2008
Well, I tried out Suanie's Batman haiku contest, but wasn't good enough apparently > hmpf < 
Well, I wasn't surprised really, as it's kind of obscure I think (my haiku that is).
Anyway, the contest was to do a haiku (poem with three lines - five syllables, seven syllables, five syllables) on anything to do with Batman. So after racking my brains for hours and hours (minus a few hours), and with the fame-multiplier effect of Heath Ledger's death in mind, I came up with this:
What do you think?
...
On another note, it seems that the 'Heath Ledger Online Community' haven't given up on him yet! They still have a "Contact Heath" link with some addresses, and say
Maybe they know something we don't? A sequel perhaps?
Well, I wasn't surprised really, as it's kind of obscure I think (my haiku that is).
Anyway, the contest was to do a haiku (poem with three lines - five syllables, seven syllables, five syllables) on anything to do with Batman. So after racking my brains for hours and hours (minus a few hours), and with the fame-multiplier effect of Heath Ledger's death in mind, I came up with this:
The dark night returns
And brings a joke or, is it?
A metaphor, think.
What do you think?
...
On another note, it seems that the 'Heath Ledger Online Community' haven't given up on him yet! They still have a "Contact Heath" link with some addresses, and say
If you have gotten a reply, or if the address you used does not work (i.e. your package is returned to you as "return to sender") please let us know (heathledger.net)
Maybe they know something we don't? A sequel perhaps?
Filler post - poem
Tuesday, January 29. 2008
Well here goes for a quick filler post; I'm still trying to write a chapter on theory that's turning out to be more difficult than I thought...
A poem titled, umm... dunno ... titles are always the last thing I do in a poem... ummm
A poem titled, umm... dunno ... titles are always the last thing I do in a poem... ummm
beauty
The beauty within us
Struggles to survive
Inside is a gem
That is alive
The struggle inside us
Is a mistake
The beauty is spotless
The struggle a fake
01/08
The beauty within us
Struggles to survive
Inside is a gem
That is alive
The struggle inside us
Is a mistake
The beauty is spotless
The struggle a fake
01/08
A couple of poems
Thursday, December 20. 2007
Well, Une fois n'est pas coutume ('Once is not customary') as the French say, so here's a couple of poems I wrote recently. One darker, and the other more hopeful 
shooting
shooting the hours
with a liquid gun
blasting the minutes
with a mind-ray stun
the tiredness crumbles
the particle waves
sitting in silence
in a lonely bedsit
blazing the memories
in thermal hate
scared to realise
the childhood fate
the walls have holes
light rays spill in
focusing spectral colours
on a lonely heartache
Dec 07
forgiveness
forgiveness is
a heavy soul
a hammer of steel
a weight of gold
a spear of hope
a ray of light
the light of love
Sep 07
To give credit where it is due: these were inspired (more or less) by Christopher Moon, whose workshops I have attended, and who has opened my mind to new ways of understanding myself.
shooting
shooting the hours
with a liquid gun
blasting the minutes
with a mind-ray stun
the tiredness crumbles
the particle waves
sitting in silence
in a lonely bedsit
blazing the memories
in thermal hate
scared to realise
the childhood fate
the walls have holes
light rays spill in
focusing spectral colours
on a lonely heartache
Dec 07
forgiveness
forgiveness is
a heavy soul
a hammer of steel
a weight of gold
a spear of hope
a ray of light
the light of love
Sep 07
To give credit where it is due: these were inspired (more or less) by Christopher Moon, whose workshops I have attended, and who has opened my mind to new ways of understanding myself.
