All is possible my child - A Rubai Lullaby

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All is possible my child – A Rubai Lullaby*

All is possible my child

In moon-spill I shall keep you from the wild

Hold the savage thoughts far from you as you fall

I shall sing songs to you - keep you beguiled

My child possible is all

as into sleep tumbling you fall

wishes into futures tinkle as pocket-change sift

larks shall fly and self-songs sweetly call

My child all is a gift

twirling whirling on the drift

as jingling skeletons whitely dance

over each crested wave you I shall lift

Until time tumbles into sweet mouth surprise

unassisted you step to slumber, wake at sunrise

shake sleep from clear visioned dreaming eyes

stretch to walk strong-legged your horizon’s rise  

* combined the PA Rubbai Form Challenge including wordle words 

The Sunday Whirl

Poetic Asides


For those unfamiliar (as was I with the rubai or interlocking rubaiyat- the form is explained below) 
Poetic Asides Form Challenge 

Interlocking Rubaiyat: Poetic Form

By: Robert Lee Brewer | January 7, 2016

I’ve long been familiar with the 12th-century Persian work, The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, but I did not recognize it as a form. And without piecing it together, one of my all-time favorite poems (“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening,” by Robert Frost) executes interlocking rubaiyat to perfection. Just goes to show that no matter how much one thinks he knows, there’s still so much more to learn. Or at least, there’s still “miles to go before I sleep.”  
Here are the rules of the interlocking rubaiyat:   The poem is comprised of quatrains following an aaba rhyme pattern.
Each successive quatrain picks up the unrhymed line as the rhyme for that stanza. So a three-stanza rubaiyat might rhyme so: aaba/bbcb/ccdc. 

Sometimes the final stanza, as in Frost’s example above, rhymes all four lines.

No place for perfection in poetry

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No place for perfection in poetry

(an imperfect rondeauy palindrome)

No place for perfection in poetry

form flowing from wisped whispers

rustling leaves burst, blossom -fall

in spaces between beating blood

running hot and chilled pulsing-

horror, honor, mud, manna - all

No place for perfection in poetry

language of love, lusty mess of life-

yearning, yawps and yarns spun

filamented fibers floating - flying

weaves in and about and through -

back again–again until the tapestry

Time and vision written across -

the stars of navied night blaze –No.

No place for perfection in poetry

No place for perfection in poetry

the stars of navied night blaze –No.

Time and vision written across -

back again-again until the tapestry

weaves in and about and through

filamented fibers floating - flying

yearning, yawps, and yarns spun  

language of love, lusty mess of life

No place for perfection in poetry

horror, honor, mud, manna - all

running hot and chilled pulsing -

in spaces between beating blood

rustling leaves burst, blossom - fall

form flowing from wisped whispers -

No place for perfection in poetry

dancing dust

dancing dust 

on days’ gasps

when one is left

in the snare

of time’s dial –

pause –

remember -

in this cold slap of

mortal dust blowing

angels dance

on the sands

of a bright for-

ever shore  

sparkling -

The Sunday Whirl

Extreme Scheme Cooking

Extreme Scheme Cooking

Fold the fact in fear–flood the lines-lure the

old, the young and the all in-between spreads in

vicious bytes of hate –light, and burn to taste -

crease recipe in a malevolent page of history 

in the making - save on a shelf for a later era -

or -
stop stewing, brewing, cooking, looking for

fear, smell the proverbial roses and look - at the

sea and sky, mountain and meadow, and when

the blood dries and the streets are swept clean -

gather children about you - 

and  dance 

until doves

fly 

In the drum

Rain and shine, B R Hills, Karnataka, 120110 - deponti to the world

In the drum 

drum – drum – drum

power-voice the

people-mass

drum – drum – drum

spin the web of non-

think until the thread

breaks and into the

tail-spin spun insist 

of salvations-scream-

the sturm-drang drum 

shall fall silent as acid 

rain and blinking away

blind no more – 

all shall see 

a new day

as one