THE EMPEROR’S parcel
To the newly wedded bride
To my dear friend
Our loved one his queen.
For my invisible present to present
Rapped in red rose
Painted to ponder and to consider:
Another stride on your life’s journey you’ve attained
Where no master is or servant
But partners in a pact;
Helpmates on a road whose length
Perceived by none lest each treading his own.
Your steps the countless years of fancy to end
And true reality magnificently to attain
Out of this world of feign affection
Where the butterflies might not kiss the coloured petals
Yet must blossom their fruits.
And after all their well wishes
All the happiness
Below and above the heavens
Would I still wish you
If even they never find your way;
Search them if even all your days
And you will find it someday.
Tuesday, 9 August 2011
Monday, 25 July 2011
Poetry
From within it comes
From that invisible portion of man
And it’s brought out
To be heard by the crowd
Relaxing, making happy, seeking
To cheer whoever has the hearing,
Like the soul of anything that seeks
To comfort the other soul.
My poem a song and prayer
That nature sings to itself
And rings its bells to its maker,
Has ever been and will be made louder.
Nature met it
Already here, they met it
They will leave but it will stay
Stay with the maker even in his presence.
This immortal entity
Is produced by the mind
Written by the hands
And read in sound by the mouth
Poetry, my poetry, is life without which
We march to the grave in mournful
Songs; in lines so short but meaningful,
All that has been, and yet will be.
To those who will only hear and criticize
Not even to cheer,
I leave you to ponder endlessly
Over it, in noisy struggle, as I rest peacefully.
From that invisible portion of man
And it’s brought out
To be heard by the crowd
Relaxing, making happy, seeking
To cheer whoever has the hearing,
Like the soul of anything that seeks
To comfort the other soul.
My poem a song and prayer
That nature sings to itself
And rings its bells to its maker,
Has ever been and will be made louder.
Nature met it
Already here, they met it
They will leave but it will stay
Stay with the maker even in his presence.
This immortal entity
Is produced by the mind
Written by the hands
And read in sound by the mouth
Poetry, my poetry, is life without which
We march to the grave in mournful
Songs; in lines so short but meaningful,
All that has been, and yet will be.
To those who will only hear and criticize
Not even to cheer,
I leave you to ponder endlessly
Over it, in noisy struggle, as I rest peacefully.
The sudden rain
Some few steps into the compound
‘Umbrella’ mommy’s voice came out
Stopping legs to make meaning of that shout
Sparkling bright light through the dark brain tunnel
The eyes rose up
To open its shielding lids
Brightness overpowered by dimness
In array for battle, the sky
In wait a signal from the dark clouds
Seated on the mountain shaped horses
With their piercing cold arrows on the skin
Taken away all on its path
The rain on the poor earth
Lying calm at its feet
Legs in a mounting confusion
Will have mouth coming to its rescue
When uttered the sound of retreat
‘Ok’ so suddenly the whole body
Begging the little thing
To cover its head, the little thing
‘Umbrella’ mommy’s voice came out
Stopping legs to make meaning of that shout
Sparkling bright light through the dark brain tunnel
The eyes rose up
To open its shielding lids
Brightness overpowered by dimness
In array for battle, the sky
In wait a signal from the dark clouds
Seated on the mountain shaped horses
With their piercing cold arrows on the skin
Taken away all on its path
The rain on the poor earth
Lying calm at its feet
Legs in a mounting confusion
Will have mouth coming to its rescue
When uttered the sound of retreat
‘Ok’ so suddenly the whole body
Begging the little thing
To cover its head, the little thing
Sleep
Tomorrow they will come
Just like yesterday and today
Our sour mouths be sweetened
When our ears picked out
From the palm trees
Their secretes attentively
It will blow through the night
While it yet stays
At the same time
At the same place
The flow of its turbulent currents
Moving to and fro
The night awake to keep
The void in the air to share
When in their huts they lie
Yet already gone
Into another world
Unknowingly, already gone
Just like yesterday and today
Our sour mouths be sweetened
When our ears picked out
From the palm trees
Their secretes attentively
It will blow through the night
While it yet stays
At the same time
At the same place
The flow of its turbulent currents
Moving to and fro
The night awake to keep
The void in the air to share
When in their huts they lie
Yet already gone
Into another world
Unknowingly, already gone
like…
like a falling fleece
from within to nourish
your soul to clean
the table of anger to free
like tear drops
on the growing land
into my abode
the bright mountains above
the arid heart to water
like gay sparrow rhymes
on the tree top high
will wipe away all
my sorrowful heart tall
from within to nourish
your soul to clean
the table of anger to free
like tear drops
on the growing land
into my abode
the bright mountains above
the arid heart to water
like gay sparrow rhymes
on the tree top high
will wipe away all
my sorrowful heart tall
© Emperor Leander David
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baby I came baby I go
baby I came
with uncontrollable
hands that gripped not
eyes that wondered about
even at the slightest movement
with weakened strength
a dull mind, a baby I will go
baby I came
learning from the scratch
a master to become
of my world, the other world to join
like a baby I came
with uncontrollable cry…
like a baby I will go
with uncontrollable
hands that gripped not
eyes that wondered about
even at the slightest movement
with weakened strength
a dull mind, a baby I will go
baby I came
learning from the scratch
a master to become
of my world, the other world to join
like a baby I came
with uncontrollable cry…
like a baby I will go
my star of inheritance
I raised my eyes high
Into the skies for a star
The god s left on my path
Bright they said its light
Reflecting through my eyes
I gave thanks
what my heart longed
so differently stored
like starch in a leaf
what the gods stored
in my hands to have this star
but another also shining
in its place brighter to contemplate
in its place to replace
along the waters of fate
my aging boat will ride
till my star of inheritance
gradual or in a haste
dark or bright I’ll find
Wherever the oars me take
To comfort, cheer, guide; a star
I need, even if not that star,
To pass through to that star
The gods me left
Matter most to treat all same
Not the second more
nor the first least
in order to be happy
and staying happy
Into the skies for a star
The god s left on my path
Bright they said its light
Reflecting through my eyes
I gave thanks
what my heart longed
so differently stored
like starch in a leaf
what the gods stored
in my hands to have this star
but another also shining
in its place brighter to contemplate
in its place to replace
along the waters of fate
my aging boat will ride
till my star of inheritance
gradual or in a haste
dark or bright I’ll find
Wherever the oars me take
To comfort, cheer, guide; a star
I need, even if not that star,
To pass through to that star
The gods me left
Matter most to treat all same
Not the second more
nor the first least
in order to be happy
and staying happy
©Emperor
Leander David.
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… Mi Amor, she said
My cheeks are full and heavy
Of her pack of kisses
Which now weighs heavy
Calling my attention
To what my heart should have formed:
The pact which has been ignored
It met me to cherish
To wipe out my tears
Which none should see;
To hold me in my pieces
in chains that I not tear
during abandoned times; like a company
their help, to aid and support.
My cheeks full and heavy be
but time and moments long passed
to realize and return.
So simple might it seem a return
in reality a difficulty to return
in grips with reality
like treated water entering the drains
Of her pack of kisses
Which now weighs heavy
Calling my attention
To what my heart should have formed:
The pact which has been ignored
It met me to cherish
To wipe out my tears
Which none should see;
To hold me in my pieces
in chains that I not tear
during abandoned times; like a company
their help, to aid and support.
My cheeks full and heavy be
but time and moments long passed
to realize and return.
So simple might it seem a return
in reality a difficulty to return
in grips with reality
like treated water entering the drains
in silence
oh in silence the head weeps
as heavy loads hang
on its top and on the knee
decorated caps hang
oh in silence the head weeps
as it wears away the hot floor
and dusty breeze from the shore
stayed for ages without a sweep
oh in silence
the head weeps
at its counterparts
unlike him enclosed to freeze
in offices and cars
oh in silence
the head weeps
in silence a battle to fight
in silence to lose or win
to exit or remain in silence
as heavy loads hang
on its top and on the knee
decorated caps hang
oh in silence the head weeps
as it wears away the hot floor
and dusty breeze from the shore
stayed for ages without a sweep
oh in silence
the head weeps
at its counterparts
unlike him enclosed to freeze
in offices and cars
oh in silence
the head weeps
in silence a battle to fight
in silence to lose or win
to exit or remain in silence
A straw to save
Quick flashes the eyes to see
Through the darkness
The struggling man
Who held on to the straw
in order not to drawn
his alert mind
the falling rain to cover
like an umbrella;
yet wetting his cloak
in preventing the falling rain
Through the darkness
The struggling man
Who held on to the straw
in order not to drawn
his alert mind
the falling rain to cover
like an umbrella;
yet wetting his cloak
in preventing the falling rain
Angel wings
Angel wings
Take over my heel
Lest I go the way of all the earth
Lest a victim I‘ll be when it comes
Angel wings
Ride me high
Above the cloudy sky
Above the falling tear drop my fear will fly
Angel wings
The raging winds blow
The falling hail your wings will hide
But not my view from the glorious rays
Angel wings
The time is come
To my aid now
… angel wings!
Take over my heel
Lest I go the way of all the earth
Lest a victim I‘ll be when it comes
Angel wings
Ride me high
Above the cloudy sky
Above the falling tear drop my fear will fly
Angel wings
The raging winds blow
The falling hail your wings will hide
But not my view from the glorious rays
Angel wings
The time is come
To my aid now
… angel wings!
Sleepy eyes
Oh stay awake sleepy eyes
And never give in to their threats
Of fanciful dreams and tiredness
Withhold not your supporting arms
When all others shy away
For fear of the roaring dusty winds
Which scatters the fragile tendrils
Stay awake oh my sleepy eyes
Round and round your eyelids went
Round the statues and residence
Around; through the corners of the park
To the statues back
Here they came to depart
Anytime they came to depart
Anytime they formed their pact
Here they reviewed the past in the present
Through orders slow to be acted
To achieve their focused future
And never give in to their threats
Of fanciful dreams and tiredness
Withhold not your supporting arms
When all others shy away
For fear of the roaring dusty winds
Which scatters the fragile tendrils
Stay awake oh my sleepy eyes
Round and round your eyelids went
Round the statues and residence
Around; through the corners of the park
To the statues back
Here they came to depart
Anytime they came to depart
Anytime they formed their pact
Here they reviewed the past in the present
Through orders slow to be acted
To achieve their focused future
the endless sea
When I awake and gaze out
Through the morning sun
The Atlantic, that ocean I see
As I search the shores to see
Not the sea shore but the sea
A vast body of water , all I see
Around me , behind me
They hold their smoke pipes up high
Dreaming and digging the shores away
Forgetting my world exist
Our world of falling rain
Of railing winds and floods
Of the Catherina’s and her sisters.
If we've seen her on solid grounds
How much more,
Where the swamps surrounds.
Through the morning sun
The Atlantic, that ocean I see
As I search the shores to see
Not the sea shore but the sea
A vast body of water , all I see
Around me , behind me
They hold their smoke pipes up high
Dreaming and digging the shores away
Forgetting my world exist
Our world of falling rain
Of railing winds and floods
Of the Catherina’s and her sisters.
If we've seen her on solid grounds
How much more,
Where the swamps surrounds.
MADNESS
Very quick we are
To send them packing
Very quick we react
to change their place of abode
but very slow they are to detect them
those who will throw away not cloths
or walk to talk
yet their actions the same
made on our streets
madmen who steer the wheel
and put the sane to sleep
early in their prime
the sleep of dead, a painful sleep
more than those who walk to talk
madness in the home they portray
when in anger their deed
madness from men and women
on their women and their men
bleeding bruises, hurting the heart
separation and even enmity
all from madmen and women who walk not
to talk or throw away their cloths
To send them packing
Very quick we react
to change their place of abode
but very slow they are to detect them
those who will throw away not cloths
or walk to talk
yet their actions the same
made on our streets
madmen who steer the wheel
and put the sane to sleep
early in their prime
the sleep of dead, a painful sleep
more than those who walk to talk
madness in the home they portray
when in anger their deed
madness from men and women
on their women and their men
bleeding bruises, hurting the heart
separation and even enmity
all from madmen and women who walk not
to talk or throw away their cloths
Our clothing
A designer a Needleman
Among others you’ve turned me
To sew a special cloth
Well fitting it will be,
Without a measure it will be
To bring out the hidden you
Like a just lighted candle
in the fearful dark
a clothing to suit all
the frequent changing cloud
a clothing to wear once
never to be removed
because the dusty winds by day
and the biting air by night
would not penetrate and tarn its white
brightness; the true sign to other designers
fashion could make others nicer, but my
clothing would be for a life long
just as it was from the beginning
when it was first sewed;
in similar sizes and colours,
without any change in texture
without a single uncertainty
the surest way to live long
pick it not from a freezing shop
the changing sky know not
what you wear that would not
be removed; the shield against
the dusty winds by day
and the biting air by night
which would penetrate and tarn
our white brightness like us
a perpetual sign to others
a ruler among men have they been
false kings whose ruler ship like ill wind
has brought no good;
for long life it would be
my clothing like was first sewed
in same colour, size and texture
by the creator the then designer
before our contemporary needle men
Among others you’ve turned me
To sew a special cloth
Well fitting it will be,
Without a measure it will be
To bring out the hidden you
Like a just lighted candle
in the fearful dark
a clothing to suit all
the frequent changing cloud
a clothing to wear once
never to be removed
because the dusty winds by day
and the biting air by night
would not penetrate and tarn its white
brightness; the true sign to other designers
fashion could make others nicer, but my
clothing would be for a life long
just as it was from the beginning
when it was first sewed;
in similar sizes and colours,
without any change in texture
without a single uncertainty
the surest way to live long
pick it not from a freezing shop
the changing sky know not
what you wear that would not
be removed; the shield against
the dusty winds by day
and the biting air by night
which would penetrate and tarn
our white brightness like us
a perpetual sign to others
a ruler among men have they been
false kings whose ruler ship like ill wind
has brought no good;
for long life it would be
my clothing like was first sewed
in same colour, size and texture
by the creator the then designer
before our contemporary needle men
the free gift
Freely receive it
the gold that came forth
from the setting sun
twinkling from it position
Freely receive it
its reflection on the golden shores
the gathered cloud like an opening
a kiss provoking lips above the shore
as the sun through it sets
the gold that came forth
from the setting sun
twinkling from it position
Freely receive it
its reflection on the golden shores
the gathered cloud like an opening
a kiss provoking lips above the shore
as the sun through it sets
the wayfaring’s guide
Who will lead the way ?
people of the way their march
their echoes through the dark
the fun chase of the bats
Who will light the flame
without oil, to match
those whose apparels they guard
and are bleached in the light
Who will in sudden receive
a spirit so pure and clean
a move in return not in haste
but slowly to his pace
people of the way their march
their echoes through the dark
the fun chase of the bats
Who will light the flame
without oil, to match
those whose apparels they guard
and are bleached in the light
Who will in sudden receive
a spirit so pure and clean
a move in return not in haste
but slowly to his pace
Above the waters
On the waters above
we wish to be
surrounded by the whirlwinds
its rushing sound
a level so terrifying
a false step from above
a fall so swift
then the deep so sudden:
into the depths so deep
we wish to be
surrounded by the whirlwinds
its rushing sound
a level so terrifying
a false step from above
a fall so swift
then the deep so sudden:
into the depths so deep
Among the lilies
In search for that moment I never had
Behold, a vessel under the sun I found
Polished to sparkle, smooth around
Me, prepared to set sail awaits
Wherever the oars me take
To face the hoisted flag of Poseidon
Marching through its boisterous storm.
Your vessel among the lilies me hide
To become invisible to sight.
There it would rain
For the sun to shine through the rain
And their melodies heard again;
Their beautiful petals to remain
Because their thorny parts
A scare to predators became.
.
This calm around this vessel eats away the distance
The journey through the mind
In orders that can never be refused.
My wet palms I cleaned
Her sleepy eyes in order to greet
And putting me in a sleep
Away flew my cares and burden.
Hold on tight,
Frailty and feebleness
Would die away giving birth to us,
A new born.
Hold on tight,
Flies and bees
Around in search for nectar
From petals, the light exposes.
Hold your grip, still tight,
The grounds after rain
Slippery and muddy remains,
Our water and food would last
As we near the darkness
And for long would remain
So see not the fears so high
Nor the doubt around so tight
To feel ; and bear not their noise
In the dark, the bats.
My smile prolonged,
Your presence on my path
Beamed the light in my darkness
As I solely cherished those two hands
Which cherished each other ;
Your sleepy eyes because of another
Stayed open but close
To the side of each other.
Lasting vitality revived
By those walks together
Oh two hands which held each other.
Together you were seen
Together your thoughts were formed
Even in silence to commune
To share what one has not
Together among the lilies
Behold, a vessel under the sun I found
Polished to sparkle, smooth around
Me, prepared to set sail awaits
Wherever the oars me take
To face the hoisted flag of Poseidon
Marching through its boisterous storm.
Your vessel among the lilies me hide
To become invisible to sight.
There it would rain
For the sun to shine through the rain
And their melodies heard again;
Their beautiful petals to remain
Because their thorny parts
A scare to predators became.
.
This calm around this vessel eats away the distance
The journey through the mind
In orders that can never be refused.
My wet palms I cleaned
Her sleepy eyes in order to greet
And putting me in a sleep
Away flew my cares and burden.
Hold on tight,
Frailty and feebleness
Would die away giving birth to us,
A new born.
Hold on tight,
Flies and bees
Around in search for nectar
From petals, the light exposes.
Hold your grip, still tight,
The grounds after rain
Slippery and muddy remains,
Our water and food would last
As we near the darkness
And for long would remain
So see not the fears so high
Nor the doubt around so tight
To feel ; and bear not their noise
In the dark, the bats.
My smile prolonged,
Your presence on my path
Beamed the light in my darkness
As I solely cherished those two hands
Which cherished each other ;
Your sleepy eyes because of another
Stayed open but close
To the side of each other.
Lasting vitality revived
By those walks together
Oh two hands which held each other.
Together you were seen
Together your thoughts were formed
Even in silence to commune
To share what one has not
Together among the lilies
I gave you my heart
I gave you my heart
I placed in your hands
An ore that was inherited
By an entire community
And you deserted it
To be consumed by the raging winds
And fiery sun
I gave you my heart
In your hands I placed
The length of days and my life
Many years of nurtured warmth
And of selected choices
Of kindled thoughts
All at a risk I gave
I gave you my heart
I placed in your hands
Its keys as we rode triumphantly
Side by side the envying night sky
To shine your star and twinkle brightly
On my still waters but briefly
For a perpetual frown
I gave you my heart
I placed in your hands
My all and I had all what you gave out
Friendship for my love
To lose it all and become broken
Broken from my heart
To my hopes and to my all
Just like all others that came
I gave you my heart
I placed in your hands
A treasure and you rolled it
Through my fortress in a boat
Without even whispering to me
At where I lay in vigil to see
You in the distance, In the moonlit night
Your radiating smile
Like a flash of lightning in a cloudy day
They will come and go
But I will stay
Remain without the pump of life
The pleasures and the spices
All because of the cooing
The cooing of the migrating cuckoo
Whose feet hardly grips hard
The boughs of the tree of love
In tears the red balls will be
In sorrow the heart will stay
With imprisoned appetite
And weakened strength
Not knowing why I gave my heart
Nor how I place it in your hands
But a loss but a shocking silence
Like broken beads around the waist will be
© Emperor Leander David
NB
Inspired by Betcy
First publish by 'Our Empire' on Google blog
Made accesible to social media pages of
Walk The Talk Group/ JP International (Jubilee Projections International)
and their allied pages.
I placed in your hands
An ore that was inherited
By an entire community
And you deserted it
To be consumed by the raging winds
And fiery sun
I gave you my heart
In your hands I placed
The length of days and my life
Many years of nurtured warmth
And of selected choices
Of kindled thoughts
All at a risk I gave
I gave you my heart
I placed in your hands
Its keys as we rode triumphantly
Side by side the envying night sky
To shine your star and twinkle brightly
On my still waters but briefly
For a perpetual frown
I gave you my heart
I placed in your hands
My all and I had all what you gave out
Friendship for my love
To lose it all and become broken
Broken from my heart
To my hopes and to my all
Just like all others that came
I gave you my heart
I placed in your hands
A treasure and you rolled it
Through my fortress in a boat
Without even whispering to me
At where I lay in vigil to see
You in the distance, In the moonlit night
Your radiating smile
Like a flash of lightning in a cloudy day
They will come and go
But I will stay
Remain without the pump of life
The pleasures and the spices
All because of the cooing
The cooing of the migrating cuckoo
Whose feet hardly grips hard
The boughs of the tree of love
In tears the red balls will be
In sorrow the heart will stay
With imprisoned appetite
And weakened strength
Not knowing why I gave my heart
Nor how I place it in your hands
But a loss but a shocking silence
Like broken beads around the waist will be
© Emperor Leander David
NB
Inspired by Betcy
First publish by 'Our Empire' on Google blog
Made accesible to social media pages of
Walk The Talk Group/ JP International (Jubilee Projections International)
and their allied pages.
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