LEGENDS, AND THE TRUTH THEY TELL


the seas remain constant
throughout all millenium
long after we are gone
people, cities and kingdoms

but the lores remain
to be called upon again
like the sea, they return
we pray, never in vain

epics young and old
lessons of yesterday, retold
the need to believe
keeps them within our fold

legends, the truth we try to tell
our visions of heaven and hell
yesteryears' tolling bells
and that, they will teach us well

 and that, they will teach us well.
 

Copyright © 2015 Zalina Abdul Aziz @ ninotaziz
All Rights Reserved.


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I see


I sense the velvet like
fragility of a moth
when I close my eyes

 I feel the tremors
of the earth
when I close my fist

I hear the eagles 
flying high
when I close my ears

 I recognize the rapid
flutter of dying love
when I close my heart

I dream of the senseless
march to destruction
when I close my world

I see the velvet like
fragility of a moth
when I close my eyes

Goodbye.

(what do you see?)



by ninotaziz

Copyright © 2015 Zalina Abdul Aziz @ ninotaziz
All Rights Reserved.

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First poem for 2015


Moon hope



There is a moon 
Hanging over the window tonight
And I feel it is soon
Someone will come to make it right

Trapped inside walls
Of my own doing, I hide
It has been a long fall
My tears of loneliness, long dried

The doors are unlocked
I could walk out I suppose
But what lies around the block
No one knows, no one knows

I hear the footsteps
I cringe even as they pass my door
I have been here forever
Never knowing what will come forth

There is a moon 
Hanging over the window tonight
And I hope it is soon
Someone will convince me to fight

Copyright © 2014 ninotaziz. All Rights Reserved.

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Inspired by Tess Kincaid over at Magpietales

For oppressed women and children who can't speak for themselves



S.U.R.R.E.A.L

 
 
bE Y Ond REal
time moves along backwards
hurtling like a comet
to a world where the music is
 
en C H an T ing
courteous, and archaic
expressions of love are
to die for
 
e MO tiona L  UPHeava  l s
are euphoric and the look
inviting one to the other side
i s   m o s t   a n t i c i p a t e d
 
S u R R enDE r
 
 
by ninotaziz
 
All Rights Reserved
 
 
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for dversepoets

N.U.S.A.N.T.A.R.A


if you have never been to this enchanted land, you would not be able to visualise the grace of hands brought together, to signify respect and welcome. the flick of fingers in rhythmic response to the gamelan brass orchestra - anger. love. goodbye. in a drama that unfolds through dance. and dance alone.

hands, beckon
anger. love. goodbye
the music begins


if you have never been to this legacy of romance, you would not be able to listen to the million fables brought together, to represent centuries of storytelling. or the flick of fingers in rhythmic response to the voice of the penglipurlara - makyung. wayang. mulung. in a drama that unfolds on  stage. alone.

stories, beckon
makyung. wayang. mulung.
the show begins

if you have never been to this world of grace, you would not be able to smell the million scents brought together, to represent centuries of tradition. or the flick of fingers in rhythmic response to the brass pots and wooden stove - cloves. curry. cinnamon. in a drama that unfolds above the fire. and fire alone.

spices, beckon
cloves. curry. cinnamon
the feast begins


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My list, that did not make the linky.

Inspired by Tony Maude at dVersepoets


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