After the End: A Katuata w/Ragonelle Poem

With all of our highest dreams doused by flames of fire
We hide in our manmade caves
Where we live apocalyptic lives of satire
Into radiation graves

And God is weeping
In heaven’s vigil keeping…
Is Satan never sleeping?

Too long we looked away, blinded by arrogance
And destroyed Gaia, our home
To secure such a poisonous inheritance
Written in our wicked tome

And God is weeping
In heaven’s vigil keeping…
Is Satan never sleeping?

We refused to heed the warnings of wiser minds
Feeding desires instead
Bringing this destruction upon all humankind
Turning earth into deathbeds

And God is weeping
In heaven’s vigil keeping…
Is Satan never sleeping?


Note: Here I have combined the katuata with the ragonelle form of poetry instead of the renga.

The Katuata, (片歌, or “side poem” or “half poem”) dates back to 8th century Japan where it is found in the Manyõshú (the oldest collection of Japanese poetry.) It is an emotive verse, is intuitive rather than logical, and at some point asks a sudden question or makes an emotional statement, then responds to it. This can be a stand alone, 3 line poem; however, it is often written as a side poem to the renga. Finally, the katuata usually has a 5/7/7 syllable count. This can also be reduced to a 5-7-5 syllable count if desired.

The ragonelle was invented by Adaline Reilly, and has a rhyming scheme of a b a b with a syllable count of 12/7/12/7. There are no requirements for specific meter.

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Soul Mates

We are somehow connected in some spiritual way

Above days of temporality in an eternity captured

For you and me enraptured by passion unending

In heart dedication unbending without upending

Our lives in time in this world with love unspoilt

By the regularity of dripping dross of degradation

Caused by pain of unrequited love from the heart

Because we share the better part of the dedication

Of soul-bound affection sealed in courts of heaven

And leavened with mystical peace and equanimity

Beyond race and religion, tender age and gender…

We are soulmates 

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Out From Confusion: A Florette

Distant noise, closer confusion
Earth eruption, grand illusion
Falling quickly, so senselessly
Entering darkness painfully, no occlusion

Awaiting war, expected birth
Integrity slips, lose all worth
Flowers fall, all masquerading
Tossed aside in sham parading, creating dearth

Expectant saviour, lovely face
Heavenly light, another place
Flaming hellfire, rising tide
Battlefield earth intensified, toxic embrace

Ocean uproar, blinding lightening
Open doorway, nothing binding
Entering freely, freely freed
With loving sacrificial deed, angels singing


Note: the Florette was created by Jan Turner and consists of two or more stanzas for either of the two versions, the first consisting of quatrain stanzas with a rhyme scheme of a a b a, with an interlaced rhyme in line four, where syllable eight shares the “b” rhyme.

Syllabic:           8/8/8/12

Meter:               Iambic

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Providence, or The Eye of Horus

Eye that watches this world I watch watching me,

What do you see across a sea of ethereal eternity?

And what can you be to me who cannot see you

In view of my infirmity so common to humanity?

Do you blink or ever think to write in the story

Of life and the cosmos so rife with pain and strife,

Or perhaps this story is of your own telling told

To multitudes of celestial beings being amused

By violence and war, anger and hunger hanging

Over yet another world that never asked to exist

Or persist in perpetual motion to its destruction?

O Eye of Horus that never sleeps, keeping watch

In this universe torn by the curse of humankind,

Are you averse to penning some lines of peace

In this ongoing narrative so imperative to our life,

Eye that watches this world I watch watching me?

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Written On Empyrean Papyrus Scroll

Life is living words written on empyrean papyrus scroll

To unfold in undulating time tied to still, soothing space

In harmony with hope and aims we hardly understand

As the Fates seem to command our delightful destinies

Yet only to surprise us with reprisal in requital for sins

Of unknown origin committed for an unknown reason

In some season of unbridled passion pushing our souls

Beyond virtue to villainy without our ever being aware

So that we dare to pen our last chapter in this chronicle

Of love languishing on the shore of enchanting Elysium

Where our empyrean papyrus scroll will be read aright

As the dark night of our soul falls with call of judgment

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Angel Lover, Guardian Dear

I imagine I’ve discouraged you, so true to me, so untrue to you

I imagine I’ve made you cry, want to say goodbye, and fly away

I imagine I’ve made you ashamed, shame on me, I am to blame

Yet stay with me still to fill me with you in bright burning flame

Through an insane game of life while sipping ambrosia dripping

From your heavenly sweet lips in another fit of purest passion

That was fashioned by Eros for the satisfaction of deepest need

As you feed on me, feeding on you, ever true to love from above

Back to Nature: Escapril Challenge 5

Take me back to the earth of human birth

So to go forth in knowing my own worth

And let me feel the wind round every bend

While ocean waves kiss the shore in motion

With magical music of the Cosmos musing

Over this world so confusing while moving

Toward eternal flames of heaven leavened

With the souls of saints and sinners alike

And so I make this lasting return to nature

As the perfect portraiture of my character

 


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