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2012 Poetry Theme Challenges#07 A Kushy Number Metaphorical Voyage |
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As we are coming into NaPoMo, a challenge all of its own, the theme challenge is a little different this time.
Instead of set theme I am going suggest an artist and his work as different prompts for a write. That artist is
already popular on Tir and I think a few tributes to his work would be appropriate. So who is this guy, I think
you can guess from title of this challenge it is Vladimir Kush! Vladimir's hompage can be found at http://vladimirkush.com/ Good luck for NaPoMo! Jemmy XXXX |
A Kushy Number
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Kathy AndersonInto its warren dark and soft Cotton tail down no need to keep aloft Brown eyed doe nests safely with young, Green glade door no predator has yet sprung Under canopy of beautiful leaves Each animal may there sigh with no heaves, Quietly dozing or preening its hair None could find better a niche from despair Below the moon fair and fully glowing True loveliness reflected from suns shining.  A Beautiful Life - Vladimir Kush ----- Bright Blue It was no accident I saw bright blue stars Somewhere in southern skies, Homeward bound a heart you'd hold Could claim the same dreams Dare to hope that hope will stay. It was no accident bright blue stars I saw within clouds in your bright gaze, These days would pass from grey To bright blue azure above green waves Great swells washing away fears instead.  Bright Light - Vladimir Kush ----- Folderol Wounded spirit seeks succor by babbling, Oh naive troubled soul your words blathering Over a mug of deep golden brewed ale, Speak no more to the wind of thoughts set sail. Find yourself a bonhomie to spill to To rest your passionate voice from the spew queue, Take the beaujolais cup without quail, Speak no more to the wind of thoughts set sail.  Flown with the wind - - Vladimir Kush ----- Stages Paint me a field of poppies in the hour Of my awakening to deaths power, The power of life clinging memories A token of the past, preserved fresco's Taken down with time whose colors I lost The lost reconstructed in thoughts embossed Like the fabric of a thousand more lives Relived in imagination that gives Credence to old ages yellow'd pages; Even roses live on in new stages.  Daisey Games - Vladimir Kush back to list |
Divena CollinsPart 1; How It was. In ancient times in the land of Nod Druids slept in the forests of Dod Mystical mists engulfed tall trees Water nymphs swam seven seas A magical sun shines only by night By day moonshine was burning bright. Wild life left for the golden sands Fish decided to live on the lands Grew legs to stroll along with ease Walks this day in woodlands breeze A magical sun shines only by night By day moonshine is burning bright. The trees in forest told all the news Opened with ancient leaves to view Barks peeled back to an open book Only the wise can take a good look A magical sun shines only by night By day moonshine is burning bright.  Atlas of Wander - - Vladimir Kush Part 2; The Love Shell. The druids travelled from far and wide Mounted dolphins that swam the tide Made their way through water spray Way past where the mermaids play The book of trees ne`er told lies Truth was found betwixt loving eyes. On the sea shore of golden sands Two lovers sat both holding hands An evil sea serpent from the deep Woke up suddenly from his sleep The book of trees ne'er told lies Truth was found betwixt loving eyes. He then conjured up a wicked spell And turned them both into a shell The druids found them eventually Entwined together for all eternity The book of trees ne'er told lies Truth was found betwixt loving eyes. So back they went to the Land of Nod Back with the druids to the forest Dod For this magic spell shall be broken Within the book the tree had spoken The book of trees ne'er told lies Truth was found betwixt loving eyes.  The Shell - - Vladimir Kush back to list |
Ryter RoethicleA falling star streaks above the Earth The trail behind it heralding its death. The scent so strong speaks of its decay And smells of all that winter takes away. The ending that started the beginning Is merely Fate sat at a wheel spinning A rising star awakes across the Earth A sight of wonder as the day gives birth. The scent of freshness and new born life Gives man hope for freedom from strife.  Comethalley - Vladimir Kush ----- Fire of Love I am the smith and our love is the fire Kissing stirs the coals and makes the flames higher There are times when the heat becomes white hot What it heats is oft times placed in a tempering pot This often causes me to heavily perspire A love that always gives us all that we require Even when tamped there is still that warm glow That leaves a feeling others vainly seek to know What we have, others work hard at to aspire I am the smith and our love is the fire.  Fiery Dance - Vladimir Kush ----- First Moon When she said "Love" the first time There was trembling in her words. I wished, "If only time came and went Spent forever with her in my arms". Looking at the beauty of the moon, Kissing for always those tasty lips. This peace and wonderment attained I feel connected through space and time. It is made all the more wondrous Because I'm sharing it with her.  Astronomer - Vladimir Kush ----- Unwanted Love What memories of spring do I recall Too few to sate my desires at all Or perhaps regret, and ignore the liars, Early spring is when love lights her fires. New found life is the same everywhere Experiment, experience, find then care And then forget or perhaps regret it all Because of pain, not tried new love at all. Now comes unhappy and a wish to forget, Next is summer and a time for regret.  Articol - Vladimir Kush ----- Zen Conversation The dark abyss of a soul is never empty It's the part of your soul no one should be Your private thoughts echo there And afraid that there may be sharks Just undiscovered thoughts through ages Hidden secrets waiting there avoiding sages Thoughts, feelings and precious moments And afraid that there may be sharks. Looking with eyes that see in the dark Listening with ears that hear in the silence That may betray, revealing what you're not And afraid that there may be sharks. Using sense, realising everything is nothing. That can be found by searching the mind Except temporary wafts of a good idea And afraid that there may be sharks. As though we stood at the edge of the ocean Questioning whether to wade into the water Its ok as long as you stay between the signs But still afraid that there may be sharks. Eating wild fruit, learning how to fly, what more is there to live for? Confession - Vladimir Kush back to list |
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