Heart given completely yonder story untold

November 11, 2016November 12, 2016 Geetha B Breath, Gods, Heart, Heartpath, Oceans, Poetry, Shakespearean sonnet, Sonnet, Uncategorized, Water Alexandrin, Bath, Black, Bleak, Blue, Breath, Chests, Circles, Cold, Concentric, Eccentric, Fairies, Heart, Lilies, poetry, Pool, Sands, Shakespearian Sonnet, Shores, Sins, Sonnet, Story, Sunrise, Tears, Throne, Walk, Widows, women

Heart given completely yonder story untold

11 November 2016

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In circles concentric on blue shores that unwind

Green grass for the meadows sun fed light for the trees

The mindset eccentric sees where normal is blind

Black tears for the widows that in the bleak night freeze

In the cold of the dark sad women stitch a path

Where lilies grow whiter than snow in the prairies

Where the walk in the park ends in waters of Bath

A pool glowing brighter than wings of the fairies

From the waters that split we will see the Gods rise

Lurches from blue oceans swallowing all the lands

Save the throne where I sit entranced by the sunrise

Forgotten all my sins as water seeps into sands

The breath that defeats me lies within chests of cold

Heart given completely yonder story untold

Reading of the poem:

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The Ash Grove – Laura Wright

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qak5Vb209Ng

Mets du corps dans mon zèle envolées en tirades / Put body in my zeal a soaring in tirades

October 30, 2016October 31, 2016 Geetha B Alexandrin, Bilingual poetry, Poetry, Sonnet, Uncategorized Alexandrin, poetry, Sonnet

Mets du corps dans mon zèle envolées en tirades

(Poème écrit en Alexandrin sous forme de sonnet. Voir la traduction ci-bas ou ici)

30 octobre 2016

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De ces mémoires voilées de vieilles voilures festives

Colorant les yeux vides d’un arc en ciel carcan

Des oripeaux avides du retour d’un antan

Couleurs blêmes dévoilées rentrées intempestives

Verra-t-on revenir étendard blanc cassé

Serviteurs en mêlée en cohue générale

En des corps emmêlés vague de tête magistrale

Se relate avenir d’un terrain trépassé

Je vécus en oiseau quand un temps vit malheur

Quand les lacs dérobaient de son essence la Terre

Quand les bleus enrobaient faisceau qui déblatère

Centre d’heures en fuseau pour un monde dit meilleur

Equipe-moi de ces ailes mets la fin aux brimades

Mets du corps dans mon zèle envolées en tirades

Lecture du poème:

Regrets – Mylène Farmer & Jean-Louis Murat

Put body in my zeal a soaring in tirades

(translation of a poem written in Sonnet form in Alexandrin. See original above or here)

October 30, 2016

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Of those veiled memories old festive canopies

Colouring empty eyes of a shackled rainbow

Of the tatters needy return of yesteryear

Of pale colours unveiled in unwanted inflows

Will there be a return of a broken white flag

Servants within a mob in general disorder

In the tangled bodies wave of masterful head

Recounts itself future of a forgotten land

I then lived as a bird when time lives misfortune

When the lakes were robbing of its essence the Earth

When the blues were cloaking a ray that misconstrued

Center of hours axis for a world said better

Equip me with those wings put end to bullying

Put body in my zeal a soaring in tirades

Reading of the poem:

Regret – The Winery Dogs

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BOE-CA8HrFo

Winter shrill

October 28, 2016October 28, 2016 Geetha B Alexandrin, Choices, Light, Occitan Sonnet, Poetry, Snow, Sonnet, Spring, Uncategorized, Winter Alexandrin, Autumn, Carpet, Choices, Corner, Death, Moon, Mourner, Occitan Sonnet, poetry, Shadows, Sonnet, Spring, Vein, Winter, Woodlands

Winter shrill

28 October 2016

The whispering voices marked the pace of slow feet

We crawled into corner that spun shunning all light

We grappled with choices pulsing vein to meet fleet

Like starry eyed mourner death to us more than white

In dead leaves the choice is what we win in defeat

The springs did adorn her from green woodlands in sprite

The autumn rejoices courting floors it will meet

Their carpets had borne her she would shower them bright

A look through my window to waning springtime frill

The flowers that simmer with a slain chirping tune

The echo rang mellow like on mocking bird hill

Snowflakes in land glimmer under silvery moon

His head on my pillow now calling winter shrill

The lights then grew dimmer shadows fade all too soon

Reading of the poem:

Loeyndomsriss / Heimta Thurs / Thurs – Wardruna

Dagr – Wardruna

Algir-Tognatale – Wardruna

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V-Rj1GS9anA

Ablaze

October 27, 2016October 28, 2016 Geetha B Alexandrin, Occitan Sonnet, Poetry, Sonnet, Uncategorized Alexandrin, Crickets, Dance, Dark, Desire, Fire, Glory, Grass, Light, Lightning, Logs, Maze, Music, Nightingale, Occitan Sonnet, poetry, Runes, Sonnet, Spaces, Thunder, Winter, Woodlands

Ablaze

26 October 2016

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On a cold wintry night when the logs bade fire

The fog covered the moons white silvery faces

The dark shadows bowed slight from weight of desire

Like drunken addict swoons revealing his traces

The shadows followed light opposed to each aspire

Consume glory in spoons display your best laces

Centered twirl in the might of your glorious sire

Talk music draw the runes of transitions’ spaces

Dead grass called to crickets solemn dance to amaze

As the nightingales sang to dark secrets unwound

The woodlands bore thickets that circled in a maze

Thunder clapped with a bang lightning twirled all around

The surges broke pickets more than wood set ablaze

Knowing deadly bells rang as his face hit the ground

Reading of the poem:

Odal – Wardruna

Raido – Wardruna

Naudir – Wardruna

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eeJ-z6lgojU

Les intentions palustres posent un tréteau si las / The marshland intentions lay a tired trestle

October 7, 2016October 7, 2016 Geetha B Alexandrin, Bilingual poetry, Intention, Italian Sonnet, Moon, Ocean, Petrarch Sonnet, Poetry, Sonnet, Uncategorized, Vision Alexandrin, Amours, Avenir, Bilingual poetry, Clair de Lune, Future, Intentions, Italian Sonnet, Lacustre, Lilas, love, Moon, Moonlight, Oceans, Palustre, Petrarch Sonnet, Poésie, Poésie bilingue, poetry, Sonnet, Vision

Les intentions palustres posent un tréteau si las

(Poème écrit sous forme de sonnet Italien, Petrarch, en Alexandrin traduit en anglais ci-bas ou ici)

6-7 octobre 2016

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L’entends-tu qui virevolte le temps de nos amours

La danse des cerises moites en tiédeur des étés

Les reflets qui miroitent dans tes yeux hébétés

Le silence de révolte points de croix en ajours

Le dédain qu’on récolte au royaume des atours

Où les yeux ne convoitent qu’apparence apprêtée

Champ de vision étroite fleur de chair appétée

Médisance désinvolte le déclin des toujours

Me verras-tu venir en un temps composé

Des océans illustres de blancheur des lilas

Verra-t-on avenir à nos pieds déposé

Les amarrages lacustres pour enseigne qui lit là

Clair de lune revenir dans un corps reposé

Les intentions palustres posent un tréteau si las

Lecture du poème:

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Cyclo – Zazie

The marshland intentions lay a tired trestle

(translation of an Italian sonnet written in Alexandrin form in French. See original above or here)

6-7 October 2016

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Do you hear it twirling the old time of our love

Dance of sweaty cherries in the lukewarm summers

Reflections that sparkle in your eyes that were dazed

The revolt of silence cross points in openings

The disdain we harvest in kingdom of attires

Where the eyes but covet appearance that is primed

Narrow field of vision desired flower of flesh

The casual slander declining forever

Will you see me arrive within a composed time

Of illustrious oceans of whiteness of lilacs

Will there be a future at our feet to settle

The moorings of the lake for a sign that reads here

The return of moonlight in a rested body

The marshland intentions lay a tired trestle

Reading of the poem:

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Don’t Leave Home – Dido

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tLpsDamWdIM

Le lent déroulement somnolent d’une vie brève / The sleepy slow progress of a short life / I lenti progressi sonnolenti di una vita breve

September 20, 2016 Geetha B Alexandrin, Italian Sonnet, Life, Petrarch Sonnet, Sonnet, Still life, Uncategorized, Vie, Vita Alexandrin, Chimère, Chimera, Ciel, Cielo, Crippled, Dolori, Douleurs, Firmament, Firmamento, Fortezze, Fortresses, Gioia, Heaven, Infirme, Italian Sonnet, Joie, Joy, Lacan, Life, Pains, Petrarch Sonnet, Sonnet, Storpio, Tormenti, Torments, Torri, Tourments, Towers, Trapanazione, Trépanation, Vie, Vita

Le lent déroulement somnolent d’une vie brève

(poème écrit sous forme de sonnet italien Petrarch, en Alexandrin, traduit en anglais ici et en italien ici ou ci-dessous)

20 septembre 2016

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Trépanation dessein la somme de mes douleurs

Elles respirent les contraintes senteurs d’une vie d’antan

Quand douces chimères étreintes côtoyaient les carcans

Usures de vie essaim grandiloquent doux leurres

Recherchez en mon sein il subsiste des terreurs

Des outils de maladresse des arrêts d’élan

Des tours des forteresses fixations de Lacan

Des projets des dessins esquisses de vagues demeures

Il naît un firmament mon ciel de vie en rêve

Décadence et rupture histoire de vieux virages

De cette joie en tourments j’ai vécu douce trêve

Il n’est infirme ment au ciel la vie en crève

En point de croix suture le froissement de ces pages

Le lent déroulement somnolent d’une vie brève

Lecture du poème:

La lettre – Lara Fabian

The sleepy slow progress of a short life

(Translation in English of a sonnet written in French. See original above or here)

September 20, 2016

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Trepanation purpose the sum of my pains

They breathe the constraints scents of life of yesteryear

When sweet chimeras embraced neighboured the restrains

Wear of life grandiloquent swarm of soft lures

Look within my breast there remain some fears

Tools of clumsiness halts of momentum

Towers fortresses Lacan’s obsessions

Projects drawings sketches of vague mansions

It was born a firmament my life’s sky in dream

Decay and break-ups history of old bends

Of this joy into torments I lived a sweet truce

It is not crippled lies to heaven from which life dies

In cross-stitch suture the rustling of these pages

The sleepy slow progress of a short life

Reading of the poem:

Yeliel – Lara Fabian

I lenti progressi sonnolenti di una vita breve

(traduzione in italiano di un poema scritto in francese. Leggere l’originale qua o sopra)

20 settembre 2016

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Trapanazione scopo la somma dei miei dolori

Essi respirano i vincoli profumi della vita di un tempo

Quando dolce chimere abbracciate costeggiavano catene

Usura di vita sciame magniloquente di morbide esche

Guardate nel mio petto ci restano timori

Strumenti di goffaggine immobilizazzione di slancio

Delle torre delle fortezze delle fissazioni di Lacan

Progetti disegni schizzi di vaghi palazzi

E nato un firmamento mio cielo di vita in sogno

Decadenza rottura vecchia storia di rigiri

Di questa gioia in tormenti ho vissuto dolce tregua

Non esiste lo storpio mente al cielo la vita crepa

Punto croce sutura il fruscio di queste pagine

I lenti progressi sonnolenti di una vita breve

Lettura del poema:

Toccami – Lara Fabian (Mademoiselle Zhivago)

Chef d’orchestre à lutrins âme église qui médite / Conductor with lecterns soul church that meditates

September 6, 2016 Geetha B Bilingual poetry, Dreamtime, Italian Sonnet, Mémoire, Memory, Music, Petrarch Sonnet, Poetry, Resurrection, Sonnet, Soul, Time, Uncategorized Alexandrin, Ame, Cello, Chef d'Orchestre, Church, Croix, Cross, Douleurs, Eglise, Illusion, Italian Sonnet, Pain, Petrarch Sonnet, Quatrains, Sonnet, soul, Temps, time, Violencelle

Chef d’orchestre à lutrins âme église qui médite

(poème écrit sous forme de sonnet Petrarch en Alexandrin traduit en anglais ci-bas ou ici)

6 septembre 2016

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Les douleurs effacées en séries de hoquets

Vivre comme lampe qui suinte un passé langoureux

Fracture du temps éreinte mon élan amoureux

De ces temps trépassés j’ai formé des bouquets

Souvenirs déplacés comme images en loquets

De mémoire sont la feinte en mon corps douloureux

De vieux sentiers empreinte porte les tiers valeureux

En pointe de croix lassés habitants des troquets

Ressource en moi entrain résurrection dédite

Des plaies qui s’amoncellent illusion de travers

J’élèverais les quatrains à des places inédites

Moitiés d’Alexandrins ma version érudite

Musique de violoncelle pour un cœur en deux vers

Chef d’orchestre à lutrins âme église qui médite

Lecture du sonnet:

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Conductor with lecterns soul church that meditates

(Poem written as an Italian Petrarch sonnet in Alexandrin form. See original above or here)

September 6, 2016

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The pain that is erased in series of hiccups

To live like lamp oozing of a languorous past

The Time fracture that tires my loving momentum

Of these forgotten Times I created bouquets

The memories misplaced images in latches

Are the memory’s sham in my aching body

From old trails the imprint bears the thirds valorous

In advanced cross weary residents of cafés

Resource in me the flame resurrection denied

From sores that are piling a deformed illusion

I would raise the quatrains to newly found places

Halves of Alexandrines my scholarly version

The music of cellos for heart in two verses

Conductor with lecterns soul church that meditates

Reading of the poem:

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Stonemilker – Björk

Lionsong – Björk

Unravel – Björk

Les mille mots des plaisirs à échanger en douce / Thousand words of pleasure to be exchanged softly

August 1, 2016August 1, 2016 Geetha B Alexandrin, Bilingual poetry, Dreams, Dreamtime, Occitan Sonnet, Poésie, Poetry, Shakespearean sonnet, Uncategorized Alexandrin, Bilingual poetry, Déplaisirs, Dreams, Dreamtime, Eau, Fard, Fardeau, Maux, Mots, Occitan Sonnet, Plaisirs, Poésie, Poésie bilingue, poetry, Rêves, Sonnet

Les mille mots des plaisirs à échanger en douce

(Poème écrit sous la forme de Sonnet Occitan en Alexandrin. Voir la traduction en anglais ci-dessous ou ici)

31 juillet 2016

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La substance de nos rêves est un glissement de soie

Irréelle résonance qu’amplifie mon regard

Nos réunions si brèves qu’en chagrin je me noie

De cette maigre pitance créant soif d’un buvard

Des nocturnes relèves je préserve l’émoi

De charnelle délivrance recueillie sur le tard

Aguerrie par les trêves la reine réclame son roi

Pour plus ample réjouissance vive lui prêter un fard

Les mille mots des plaisirs à échanger en douce

De ces fards inconnus je désigne un trousseau

Eventail de désirs suis-je brune suis-je rousse ?

De mes chairs parcourues résistance le fardeau

Les mille maux déplaisirs en recoins que je pousse

Comme une cruche éperdue va se perdre dans l’eau

Lecture du poème:

Sans dire un mot – Emmanuel Moire

Thousand words of pleasure to be exchanged softly

(Translation into an English poem of a poem written in French in the Occitan Sonnet form and as an Alexandrin. See original above or here)

July 31, 2016

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The substance of our dreams is like rustling of silk

An unreal resonance that my eye amplifies

Our meetings are so brief that I drown in sorrow

This meager nourishment making thirst for blotter

From nocturnal relay I preserve excitement

Of carnal deliverance received at later stage

Seasoned by the truces the Queen calls on her king

For further rejoicing to quickly lend her blush (For further rejoicing stark to lend her shadow)

Thousand words of pleasure to be exchanged softly

Of these unknown blushes (shadows) I compose beauty kit (I compose a keychain)

A large set of desires am I brunette, redhead?

From my flesh discovered resistance the burden

Thousand ills displeasure in corners that I push

Like an insane pitcher that is lost in water

Reading of the translated version of the poem:

The Hours – The Kays Lavelle

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GrewvHPdWpA

I will gather you dews from all morrows’ rainshine

July 28, 2016 Geetha B Alexandrin, Dewdrops, Morrows, Poetry, Rain, Ravens, Shakespearean sonnet, Sonnet, Sun, Uncategorized Alexandrin, Avenues, Bloodbath, Caves, Dews, Doorways, Footsteps, Greed, Heart, Heartpath, Midnight, mind, Morrows, poetry, Preps, Rain, Rainshine, Ravenous, Ravens, Shakespearian Sonnet, Sonnet, Subways, Sun, Troubled, Veins, Wall, Will

I will gather you dews from all morrows’ rainshine

28 July 2016

Meet me at stark midnight when the ravens are high

The tides walk my footsteps on a ravenous ledge

Where the dark meets the light on neither ground nor sky

Where the talk slips from preps gone to school of the edge

The clueless will flounder their thin minds a sheer fall

In brinks of no longer within a troubled sleep

Thickets a dire pounder no deep grasp to recall

Their greed getting stronger as the walls set so steep

Relinquish the doorways what goes in will come out

The will is in heartpath not within steely mind

The caves flourish subways from bare digging we flout

Brittle veins in bloodbath as hearts open they grind

Show me the avenues that carry your heart’s mine

I will gather you dews from all morrows’ rainshine

Reading of the poem:

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Change – Poets of the Fall

No End no Beginning – Poets of the Fall

Dawn – Poets of the Fall

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Lx3dA-vpTQ

Bat mon cœur pour entendre nos vieilles promesses stellaires / Beat my heart so you hear our stellar promises

July 15, 2016July 16, 2016 Geetha B Alexandrin, Bilingual poetry, Occitan Sonnet, Poésie, Poetry, Sonnet, Uncategorized Alexandrin, Bilingual poetry, Occitan Sonnet, Poésie, poetry, Sonnet

Bat mon cœur pour entendre nos vieilles promesses stellaires

(Poème écrit sous forme de sonnet Occitan en Alexandrin traduit en anglais ci-dessous ou ici)

15 juillet 2016

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Débride doux les silences enchaîne-moi les refrains

Consume-moi de plaisir dans des âtres abrités

Rempote-moi fleur d’aisance dans vase sans lendemains

Que l’on ne puisse médire que des cœurs agités

Recolle-moi comme faïence brisures marques de dédains

Que je puisse me relire kintsugi méritée

Ranime-moi les vieilles danses les valses pour mille quatrains

De mon flot en délire par murmure ébruité

Quand viennent las les soirs mornes et que le feu s’éteint

Ravive-moi de ces cendres un rayon de lumière

Que le fil des trois Nornes dans les cieux demeure peint

Que mon esprit méandres traverse landes et bruyères

Verdoyantes îles sans bornes que mon regard étreint

Bat mon cœur pour entendre nos vieilles promesses stellaires

Lecture du sonnet:

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Je n’ai que nous à vivre

Tien An Men – Calogero

Beat my heart so you hear our stellar promises

(Poème written originally in French in Occitan Sonnet format and in Alexandrin. See original above or here)

15 July 2016

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Unleash soft silences rhythm me choruses

Consume me in pleasure within sheltered hearth

Repot me free flower in vase without morrows

That others may speak ill only of restless heart

Affix me pottery pieces brands of disdain

That I may re-read me well-deserved Kintsugi

Old dances revive me waltz to thousand quatrains

Of my delirious stream by a murmur revealed

When the dreary nights come and the fire goes out

Revive me from ashes a tiny ray of light

May thread of the three Norns in the heavens stay stout

Let my mind meander through the moors and the heaths

The boundless green islands that my eye caresses

Beat my heart so you hear our stellar promises

Reading of the sonnet:

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Hold on to Love – Cranberries

Zombie – The Cranberries

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Ejga4kJUts

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Le lent déroulement somnolent d’une vie brève / The sleepy slow progress of a short life / I lenti progressi sonnolenti di una vita breve

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