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venerable_vermin: October 2007
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Forgive O' Lord my li'l jokes on Thee, and I'll forgive thy great big joke on Me! Wednesday, October 24, 2007. Between Truths and Greater Truths. Like a lonely, aimless, wearied traveller. I try to find my way through the mist that enshrouds me;. Hibernating and waking intermittently, crawling ahead. I try to fight the unseen forces that bind me. A desert of mirage and glitter allures me. Yet a faint call from within checks my fallible steps. The familiar face in the mirror appears stranger. I know my fe...
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venerable_vermin: CONFESSIONS of a BORN SPECTATOR - A Poem
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Forgive O' Lord my li'l jokes on Thee, and I'll forgive thy great big joke on Me! Friday, April 29, 2005. CONFESSIONS of a BORN SPECTATOR - A Poem. The land of glory, antiquity, the land of religion,. The land of apathy, passivity, the land of corruption;. The land of colours, contrasts and omnipotent politicians,. The land of gullible masses and powerful magicians;. The land of snake charmers and ‘sacrificial offerings’ at the altar. The land of magic, mirage and vagrant breeze from the stars;. Yet be n...
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venerable_vermin: An elegy of desire
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Forgive O' Lord my li'l jokes on Thee, and I'll forgive thy great big joke on Me! Tuesday, April 05, 2011. An elegy of desire. Such is the power of motion/flow - May be a fissure in a volcanic crater, or a stone thrown in a placid lake, whence the ripples travel far and wide- unwittingly, involuntarily. And the unstable equilibrium is once again rendered unstable. Here below. Desire not, tender heart,. Ye, of baser earth make;. A furtive wish or a forlorn sigh,. Never does a powerful prayer make. 5:53 AM...
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venerable_vermin: The Balance Sheet of my Life
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Forgive O' Lord my li'l jokes on Thee, and I'll forgive thy great big joke on Me! Wednesday, April 27, 2011. The Balance Sheet of my Life. A snapshot in time,. This balance sheet of my life-. What assets, what liabilities? The Moving Finger presides;. Mere intangibles, to erect the sandcastles of hope? And an inventory of defunct dreams? Wednesday, April 27, 2011. Great Community here. Keep up the good work people. Backlinks. 11:03 PM, April 30, 2011. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). From the archive ...
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venerable_vermin: June 2011
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Forgive O' Lord my li'l jokes on Thee, and I'll forgive thy great big joke on Me! Saturday, June 11, 2011. A prisoner, a mendicant-. What deem, or redeem? Of visions or none,. What see or seem? A life strung with dewdrops,. What shells are washed ashore? Through Here to the Finale-. What's less, what's more? A toast to the merchant's love,. Alike to the innkeeper's gain;. Of tides that usher some joy,. And the ebbed residue of pa. Saturday, June 11, 2011. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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venerable_vermin: May 2012
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Forgive O' Lord my li'l jokes on Thee, and I'll forgive thy great big joke on Me! Monday, May 28, 2012. Tracing a solitary sunbeam,. Stargazing the dimlit expanse - suspiciously serene;. Lost all, and yet none, in a moment, in eternity;. On a chequered canvas, what crosses and noughts mean? Monday, May 28, 2012. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). CONFESSIONS of a BORN SPECTATOR - A Poem. A poem by Peter Meinke. About poems, bleeding hearts and One Tree Hill. Of Silence, In Words. A snapshot ...
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venerable_vermin: June 2012
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Forgive O' Lord my li'l jokes on Thee, and I'll forgive thy great big joke on Me! Sunday, June 24, 2012. Favourites from The Rubaiyat. Some of my favourites from The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, the eternal fountain to which I seem to gravitate towards whenever I tend to reflect on life and living. These are from Fitzgerald's transliterations, which, despite criticism from some of the purists, are remarkable in the way they have scaled the twin peaks of beauty and meaning. To fly- and lo! Well," murmur'd on...
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venerable_vermin: November 2007
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Forgive O' Lord my li'l jokes on Thee, and I'll forgive thy great big joke on Me! Tuesday, November 13, 2007. The enigma enshrouding life 'n death,. The eternal longingness for a few more breaths;. The fervent prayers, the unrelenting destiny,. The blatant truth, yet a morbid irony! She longed to see some more flowers bloom,. Quite oblivious, alas, of the lurking doom;. Full many a dreams she had once sowed,. Biding her time- to see them sprout and grow! It isn't she never desired to be free,. So do we l...
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venerable_vermin: A tale told by a joker (devoid of sound and fury)
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Forgive O' Lord my li'l jokes on Thee, and I'll forgive thy great big joke on Me! Saturday, May 28, 2011. A tale told by a joker (devoid of sound and fury). Accumulate not the woes,. O' oceanic eyes;. Nor the tiniest bejewelled drop,. From your reservoir, let slide. For you're Hope, you're Dream,. To my dreary eyes, you're Gleam;. As raconteur, in your playful banter-. Life's brightest hue, my cherished theme. Illuminate the night sky- my pole star,. With yesterdays and tomorrows, all afar;. A poem about...
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venerable_vermin: The ebbed residue
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Forgive O' Lord my li'l jokes on Thee, and I'll forgive thy great big joke on Me! Saturday, June 11, 2011. A prisoner, a mendicant-. What deem, or redeem? Of visions or none,. What see or seem? A life strung with dewdrops,. What shells are washed ashore? Through Here to the Finale-. What's less, what's more? A toast to the merchant's love,. Alike to the innkeeper's gain;. Of tides that usher some joy,. And the ebbed residue of pa. Saturday, June 11, 2011. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). From the arch...