In ogni caso, di sera, nel buio della tua stanza, rimani comunque sempre solo con i tuoi pensieri e nulla più.
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~ starry
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"Douce dame jolie" a 14th century medieval french poem and song by Guillaume de Machaut.
The following four stanzas comprise the entire translated song.
Sweet beautiful lady,
For God's sake, be compassionate,
Do not let me die in languish,
Without consolation or hope.
Pleasure and joy are in your gaze,
Which comforts and revives my heart.
For your sake, I am filled with desire,
Hoping for the reward of my service.
Your beauty and worth are beyond measure,
Radiant and noble in every way.
May God, in His infinite mercy,
Grant me the favor of your love.
You are my joy, my heart's delight,
In your presence, all sorrows take flight.
My devotion to you is steadfast,
Hoping for love that will forever last.
How beautiful is that.
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A cringe poem I wrote years back....
Don't try to invade my personal space,
Don't touch my body nor my face
No, not because of your gender and race
Neither because I' having bad days
It is for everyone, you're not the special case
Whether in public or in the workplace
Remember this basic rule always
"MAINTAIN AN ADEQUATE DISTANCE"
Not that I want to treat you like dirt,
I strongly mean these words, not a blurt
On my thighs and under my shirt
Certain touches cause great discomfort.
Trust me, it has nothing to do with the mood
Only that, touching someone without consent is really lewd.
Humble request, not to sound rude
Just try to act a little more prude
For long, in our society it brewed
A judgment rough and crude,
That the victim was supposed to be reviewed
But now that our senses have been renewed
All those cool dudes are really screwed
Because now legal measure will be pursued
You'll be surely sued
And judges will be the final ones to conclude
For sexual harassment
Or touching without consent
So you better act a little descent
Or jail will be your next segment
And all friends who've been through this,
Whatever you tolerated, whatever you underwent,
Play, push, pull or another torment
You need to suppress their dissent
And put forward your argument
Ask for help better not too late
Courage is all you need to generate
Be patient, be sedate
And at last, everything will be in a better state
Justice is not served in silver plate
No need to hesitate
And for sure, this movement, once you initiate
A lot will be able to relate
Your words should debate, activate and agitate
Your actions should illustrate, educate and generate
Don't dominate, irritate or isolate
And finally, it should cultivate and recreate
Our new and safe world
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Drew the cover for this year’s edition of Stanza, which features work from 30 non-binary artists and poets. Grab the anthology from Push/Pull, in-store or online.
🡆 More commentary & original digital mockup.
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No Longer Remembered 11.13.23
"Noct-Eternal Games"
i.
“I am hungry”
Cried the coyote to the night
The moon pulled aside her veil and spoke,
“You shall eat by my light”
Beneath their feet scurried rats,
Who looked up in wonder and awe
Seeing gods and angels
Across the moon's unveiled face, bats, they saw
In tandem flight who might have joined
But owls, downy from their daily sleep
How busy is the evening hour
In shadows, looking for their meals, they creep
ii.
We are hungry, squeaked the rats
Beneath the coyote’s feet they fled
Where once was dark is now full of light
Whose appetite they now must dread
The coyote snarled, “You’ll be my meal,
If no greater than tiny scraps”
So swift they scurried to dark and quiet places
Into giants’ dens lain littered full of traps
Oh prowling, howling hunters
Who, hoot and growl for food
As ghosts and whispers do they seek
Through town and slimming wood
iii.
Oh, moon, oh, light
Soft owls float at night
Bats and other beastly things
That hover causing fright
“If you show them all the beauty,
Of the night beneath your gaze
How might we even catch them
Through the woody maze?”
Bats and owls plead to moon
Who listens to their plight
And answers this and only thus
“I’ll turn away so you might see the light
And too the night”
iv.
So, coyote howled beneath the moon
Between them danced bats and owls
Below them all the rats and mice and critters nice
Hungry hunters give chase beneath the waning stomach growls
The moon refused to watch, all night, nor turning day
How could she choose who lives; who dies
As she’d observe their game would change
A just but cruel mistress knows not who survives
Seek out your meal, your hope, your life
With teeth and claw and will to live
The night is yours, pale face to show
To all a chance I’ll give, so please, oh please, forgive–me
@env0writes C.Buck
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the sense of accomplishment that i feel when i finish writing a piece even if its just a few paragraphs
it’s just sad that i can’t do anything with them.
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Saluto
Il mio cuore danza al pensiero di te vicino a me,
gli occhi si chiudono e le mie labbra le tue incontrano,
un abbraccio ci racchiude in un dono d’amore,
le nostre braccia annodate si stringono
e i nostri corpi all’unisono vibrano.
Occhi che sorridono e labbra che si gustano,
così il nostro incontro diventa unione.
-Rosso
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destroyed, available in transparent mirror (Transparent Mirror, paperback)
do you know what it means to lose yourself completely?
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t h e a u t i s m
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I servizi di questo albergo sono stupendi, ma...
... se salissimo nella mia stanza?
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i took the bus to the milky way, salem m. s.
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1978 Nissan Stanza
My tumblr-blogs:
www.tumblr.com/germancarssince1946 & www.tumblr.com/frenchcarssince1946 & www.tumblr.com/englishcarssince1946 & www.tumblr.com/italiancarssince1946 & www.tumblr.com/japanesecarssince1947 & www.tumblr.com/uscarssince1935
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Us aangan ka chand
Sham samay ek unchi sidhiyon wale ghar ke aangan mein
chand ko utre dekha hum ne, chand bhi kaisa? pura chand
insha ji in chahne wali dekhne wali ankhon ne
mulkon mulkon, shahron shahron, kaisa kaisa dekha chand
har ek chand ki apni dhaj thi har ek chand ka apna roop
lekin aisa raushan raushan, hansta batein karta chand?
dard ke tees tu uth’ti thi, par itni bhi bharpur kabhi?
aaj se pehle kab utra tha dil mein itna gahra chand!
hum ne to kismat ke dar se jab paye andhyare paye
ye bhi chand ka sapna hoga, kaisa chand, kahan ka chand?
🌙
insha ji duniya walon mein be sathi, be dost rahe
jaise taron ke jhurmut mein tanha chand, akela chand
Unka daman is daulat se khali ka khali hi raha
warna the dunya mein kitne chandi chand aur sona chand
jag ke charon koot mein ghuma, sailani hairan hua
is basti ke is kuche ke is aangan mein aisa chand?
ankhon mein bhi chitwan mein bhi chand hi chand chamakte hain
chand hi tika, chand hi jhumar, chehra chand aur matha chand
Ek ye chand nagar ka basi jis se dur raha sanjog
warna is duniya mein sab ne chaha chand aur paya
chand
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ambar ne dharti par phenki nur ke chheent udas udas
aaj ki shab to andhi shab thi, aaj kidhar se nikla chand!
insha ji ye aur nagar hai, is basti ki reet
yahi sab ki apni apni ankhein, sab ka apna apna chand!
apne sapne ke matle par jo chamka wo chand hua
jis ne mann ke andhyare mein aan kiya uj’yari chand
chanchal muskati-muskati gori ka mukhda mahtab
Pathjhad ke peDon mein at’ka pila sa ek patta chand
dukh ka dariya sukh ka sagar uske dam se dekh liye
hum ko apne sath hi lekar Duba aur ubhra chand
🌔
jhuki jhuki palkon ke niche namnaki ka naam na tha
ye kanta jo hamein chubha hai kash tujhe bhi chubhta chand
raushnion ki pili kirchein, purab pacchhim phail gain
tune kis shay ke dhoke mein patthar pe de patka chand
hum ne to donon ko dekha, donon hi bedard kaThor
dharti wala, ambar wala, pahla chand aur duja chand
chand kisi ka ho nahi sakta, chand kisi ka hota hai?
chand ke khatir zid nahi karte ae mere achchhe insha chand
Ibn e Insha
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No Longer Remembered 11.1.23
“No, I Will Remember, I Will Linger"
Were I not some drafty place
Some daft, some craft for space
When heart, not hearth, nor home aflame
What bitterness, remorse, whose blame?
Ghosts that haunt,
That laugh, chattering, and taunt
Too many chambers passing; locked
Too few, the memories, too few the house
What craft or deed or devil too
Shall take my body, my brick and mortar retinue
Much there is beyond the sight
In shadows formed, and bending light
How vast the night and all within
Where might I even begin
Rekindle fires within my breast
To heave against the spirit’s test
The body is a graveyard built to last
Overflowing with those who’ve passed
So great a thing of spirit, of body, of mind
The mind a maze, out past all things we’ve left behind
Rattle bones, don’t break, embrace
When lifted chin to meet your face
Within me, live, brightly and burn
Within me, thrive, so I might yearn
I carry with me still the ghosts of lovers, sinners, all
My body is not a material thing to burn or break or sprawl
Were I not some simple place
Would I become a home, remembered, loved; not to vanish, without a trace?
@env0writes C.Buck
Ko-Fi & Venmo: @Zenv0
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