[Poem] Broken Spin Tops

A sage showed me
A broken top
A mage he was
Great Agastya

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When he spun it
On his brown palm
He danced a little
To make its motion strong

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A beautiful dance
With strange rhythms.
He spun another
And his dance changed

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“The brokenness
Is what make things be
My dance now, is
Unique and special,”
He then said to me

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Watch, a top on each finger
A top on each of his toes
A dozen tops on his head
And one dances on his big nose
Gyrating to different motions
Of one tiny little sage, the dwarf mage

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I look at all the broken shards of my soul
And wonder if they have given my dance a new spin

[Poem] The Solitary Painter

The painter marvelled at his creations
Alien road traveled in coloured pigments
His brush had moved to strange machinations
Mind possessed by incorporeal figments

He hardly understood what he had done
Even his mistakes held great mysteries
He decided to take a public run
Exhibit in one of the galleries

Perhaps other people would bring greater insight to his comedies and tragedies

A solitary man came the first day
“Wonderful, wonderful,” he’d walk and say
His finger stopping an inch away from paint
Without touch, the paintings’ magic was faint
“But those two don’t fit the theme,” he complained
How could he see the magical pattern

When he refused to be sucked into another world by the magical lantern?

(Note: People are normally not allowed to touch paintings in galleries. This nice man was just following the rules.)

[Poem] The Lost Demigod (Allallu Bird part 2)

The god lies in the centre of the ring
Son of Earth and Sky,
Female creatures dance around him and sing
While opium makes his mind fly
Girls from the village join the dance sometimes
Enticing him to dance with seductive rhymes
Still he sleeps, dream and forgets, his ennui and pain consumed
Till She(Danu) comes, who can make his fire burn as bright as the sun

[Epic Poem] Part 15: Fastest Rhetoric Gun in the West

[Epic Poem] Part 14: Nietzsche and the Didgeridoo

Cowboy philosopher Shorty
Greets them with a drawled, ‘how-de-do‘
Mary responds quite politely
But Anna is still haunted by Nietzsche’s didgeridoo

“So you want to know whereabouts here is,”
Shorty says, after tea and lemon tarts
“Not a simple question, worth a treatise,
But I’ll put it simply, lest I stop your hearts
We first thought it was heaven, when we arrived
Melange of different ages and amazing minds
But then Nietzsche came, and so we then divined
Menage neither heaven nor hell, a space outside time
Where the laws of the universe sometimes go on break
And we’ve even got an overly pink candy floss lake”

“So, why are we here?” asks Mary.
“Profound question,”Shorty replies,
“The answer could be twenty three
Sent here for a purpose, you were
Just what it is, I’m not sure
Perhaps you’ll find an answer in China Town.”

Image: Terrence Hill (I used to love watching his reruns on television as a kid)

[Poem] The Norns

In a grove, by a well, grows an Ash
In a cove, by the well, dwell the Norns
Thinking of them as three would be rash
For Urdr, Verdandi and Skuld are three in one
What was, is, and will be: one purpose sharing full temporality
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Every morning they take a rooster up the lonely Ash tree
To give the morning wake up call to the gods of Asgard
They then spin the threads of Fate for all those awake
Spinning for every other, they are fettered to this mundane gruel destiny

Though Verdandi does enjoy her porridge…

Hail Urdr! Hail Verdandi! Hail Skuld!

What was, is, and will be.

[Poem] Simple Technologies from Ancient Dreams- Postal Mosaics

Long ago, I was flying in the sky

People below sculpted landscape

Manipulation of light and shadow

To create a tapestry of images

Each image was a postal code of sorts

Made up of even smaller images

At fifty thousand feet I glide to the yellow dragon’s third head on the right

It’s eye made up of smaller dragons, roses, and cats as I get lower

I descend to the blue cat’s tail that turns into a mosaic of dancing girls

I descend to the middle girl’s hand, and land in my backyard’s green T-Rex

An address

(I don’t know why they didn’t just invent GPS though, if they were flying the skies and were smart enough to do all this stuff. Maybe this method held additional advantages for their situation)

Image: Pinterest: Paul Van Scott