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Ephemera and the Ephemeron: New, original Swahili Poem
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Ephemera and the Ephemeron. A blog that serves as home for some blood-let words. Tuesday, August 12, 2014. New, original Swahili Poem. Hello friends, I wrote this original poem about Prometheus in Swahili. For those who speak the language, enjoy! Prometheus na Moto daima". Nilimuona yeye wakati moja. Alikuwa… akipiga unyende. Ulifungwa kwa jiwe mbovu. Jiwe la damu, jiwe la uovu. Alikuwa akilia kwa maana. Kuhusu jamii, alituota sisi,. Alidhani kuhusu alivyotupenda sisi,. Kwa hivyo, baba wetu. Mwezi, angan...
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Ephemera and the Ephemeron: January 2014
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Ephemera and the Ephemeron. A blog that serves as home for some blood-let words. Sunday, January 19, 2014. In the waking moments of slumbering nights,. I hear her whisper-. The sounds of silhouettes,. Like puppets at the gallows. I can't help but listen-. Violins screaming against strained strings;. I walk the fallow fields of the streets she. Created, sketched in recycled books,. Newspaper and receipts of faded memory-. At the expiry of an inebriated evening. I toast an empty glass to.
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Ephemera and the Ephemeron: December 2013
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Ephemera and the Ephemeron. A blog that serves as home for some blood-let words. Saturday, December 7, 2013. Original stream of consciousness poem-written on 12-6-13. thanks for reading! I saw you in hallways,. To make that motion. Teeth-bit and turned around. I move too fast. And pass the little things-. Like the rain,. Like the rain;. The sky wept tears. Of the never-ending, twice-risen-. The kind that can't. My heart is bountiful,. And I just can't help. That your smile would look. Lying next to mine.
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Ephemera and the Ephemeron: August 2014
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Ephemera and the Ephemeron. A blog that serves as home for some blood-let words. Tuesday, August 12, 2014. New, original Swahili Poem. Hello friends, I wrote this original poem about Prometheus in Swahili. For those who speak the language, enjoy! Prometheus na Moto daima". Nilimuona yeye wakati moja. Alikuwa… akipiga unyende. Ulifungwa kwa jiwe mbovu. Jiwe la damu, jiwe la uovu. Alikuwa akilia kwa maana. Kuhusu jamii, alituota sisi,. Alidhani kuhusu alivyotupenda sisi,. Kwa hivyo, baba wetu. Mwezi, angan...
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Ephemera and the Ephemeron: A love poem
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Ephemera and the Ephemeron. A blog that serves as home for some blood-let words. Monday, November 3, 2014. I wrote this original poem last night (11-3) and edited it today. Thank you, as always, for reading my work. I hope you enjoy it! I've loved you forever,. But forgot in a day,. By your delicate lids. The low, determined thrumming,. My carceral heart,. In ivory-vine and august scent,. As if a living censor,. Though in the twilight fever,. While the spirits flutter. In delirium and dying haze.
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Ephemera and the Ephemeron: (An elegy) To those left behind
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Ephemera and the Ephemeron. A blog that serves as home for some blood-let words. Tuesday, October 28, 2014. An elegy) To those left behind. New, original poem. I penned this on the 18th and edited it and typed it up today! I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for your support, as always! An elegy) To those left behind. Sharp, she focused. On the small movements. Swift, things creeping in the dark. Silent, sighs to their. Soft, the movement. Of rudderless mouths,. As if to stay,. Sessile, to the harbors-.
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Ephemera and the Ephemeron: The hungry
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Ephemera and the Ephemeron. A blog that serves as home for some blood-let words. Sunday, September 28, 2014. Here's a new original poem. It is a poem that praises human potential and the power of us to overcome the shackles that bind us, of the superstitious nature or the every day chains of negative thinking/every day manacles that hold us down. I hope you enjoy and thanks for reading! To the hungry ephemera,. Roses, embittered by eternal winter,. Shook the slumbering dew. From their trembling lids.
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Ephemera and the Ephemeron: March 2014
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Ephemera and the Ephemeron. A blog that serves as home for some blood-let words. Saturday, March 1, 2014. Culling and the catharsis. I left the station today. Shedding like a withered lizard. I wished for the comfort of her portico. And an elegy euphemized as. Rested my head on a granite. Even the dead are nameless here. Like the scarecrow of Golgotha. Sang to plaintive birds. No music in the still symphony. I am old now. Whispering to the willows. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Culling and the catharsis.
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Ephemera and the Ephemeron: November 2014
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Ephemera and the Ephemeron. A blog that serves as home for some blood-let words. Monday, November 3, 2014. I wrote this original poem last night (11-3) and edited it today. Thank you, as always, for reading my work. I hope you enjoy it! I've loved you forever,. But forgot in a day,. By your delicate lids. The low, determined thrumming,. My carceral heart,. In ivory-vine and august scent,. As if a living censor,. Though in the twilight fever,. While the spirits flutter. In delirium and dying haze.
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Ephemera and the Ephemeron: May 2014
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Ephemera and the Ephemeron. A blog that serves as home for some blood-let words. Saturday, May 31, 2014. Hey folks, this is a new original poem that I just wrote. I hope to type up and write the other poems that I've written. This has been a pretty prodigious period for writing, so I'd love to share them with you all. Thanks for reading! All that is human,. I began this journey. Broad-sword bound to the ideal. That everything is sacred,. The ebb and flow,. Like a sun-dial,. Constant, Continuous,.
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