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[Nigelkun]

I told ya.. i don't do "emo/dark"

[kurosawa87]

I told ya.. i don't do "emo/dark"

Well emo is one thing, dark is just another. Emo is a feeling, dark is a situation and/or visual aspect. Your original work is good but sometimes you need to vary along the way because it will seem too crazy without that balance IMO.

[Nigelkun]

i am aware ... i meant emo OR dark ...
if you have read my poetry in my blog (link below my siggie), you'd see that i am a poet only when i am happy.. ( my sister is my polar opposite in that sense)
next one ( i could be a little melancholic too)

The Meandering Path
a path meanders,
through the woods,
tracing the contours,
of this sweet earth,
she went on this gallivant,
with her loved ones,
a sweet face,
whose dark eyes follow,
the path to its horizon,
wondering its origin,
right up to its end,
she dwelled,
on its purpose,
as she pondered,
her own destiny,
its possibilities,
its trials,
she thought,
long and hard,
falling behind,
being left behind,
her jet-black locks,
framing her creamy cheeks,
glisten in the setting Sun,
shining through leaves,
her countenance pink,
she saw a flower,
plucking it up,
she pondered on it,
she tucked the flower,
into her fillet,
and gathered speed,
to keep up with the group,
ah, the soft winds of autumn,
they carress her,
porcelain skin,
rosy cheeks,
her luscious lips,
quiver in the chill,
she beckoned,
her quick comrades,
to take rest,
as night fell,
round the campfire,
they sang songs,
of longing and love,
and of what can be,
she sighed wistfully,
the still of the night,
reminded her,
of the meandering path.

.... you know who i allude to aye?

[kurosawa87]

well i have read your poems, reason for I asked for a dark poem but it is your choice.

I like this one it has an open sense to it, very good with the nature perspective again and a little romance i see you have added.

You are becoming a universal type of writer, I envy you, good job

[Nigelkun]

please do clarify ,good sir, what is "a universal type writer"?
I may have mentioned it before, but i rarely read poetry ( hence you see my weakness) . I have only read Tagore's Fireflies and Lord Byron fleetingly, and cannot positively remember any of them. I devour novels at a prodigious rate though, some classics as well as some contemporary ( of late the Elsevier referex series have become my night cap material, bleh.) .. and have recently suffered the ignominy of reading the entire damn twilight series in a single sitting . (so forgive me if i make many errors.)

From our protagonist, of Nature's Gift to Man, a poem in his sleep

Embracing in the sweet wind



your gentle touch,
on my face,
sweeping across ,
soft caresses ,
a penchant for you,
developed over time,
familiarity of you,
a comforting thought,
i find myself,
at odds with myself,
for my soul’s on fire,
and my heart desires,
your tenderness,
your loveliness,
your sweetness,
your cuteness,
your sly cheekiness,
your devilishness,
your shy glances,
with all of that,
you peer into my soul,
and you discover me,
i give my whole to you,
for you make me complete,
I give you my all,
and everything that drives me,
is for you alone,
so embrace me,
as i shall embrace you,
along the lake,
upon the hill,
with the singing birds,
swaying trees,
the cry of the cicada,
in this summer breeze,
Embrace me,
in this sweet wind,
where we can fulfill,
our hopes,
our dreams,
and perhaps even,
our intertwined destiny

Here is a clip i made for the poem, an OPV? with still pictures and me narrating the poem - (sorry for being n00b at doing videos... and alsofor the WMV format and the soft volume)
Veoh - http://www.veoh.com/...9096912XpcXgxQG
Sendspace.. only because Youtube is being an idiot - http://www.sendspace.com/file/ue1ati

[Badsaints]

Oh this is so sweet. The vid goes with the poetry

[Nigelkun]

For Koharu,

The Autumn's Flight

Autumn leaves,
fall on earth,
scented breeze,
life in dearth,

nature prepares,
for long rest,
we shall despair,
pray for best,

come December,
the end it is,
we shall remember,
all that is,

your smile,
your grin,
your poses,
your demeanour,
your crazyness,
your statelyness,
your beauty,

they will endure,
as nature has,
your time with us,
well, has come to end,

Autumn's flight,
into the night,
will always be,
engraved in me.

Video -

[HPMusume]

ohhhhh~~~~
jeevz thats beautiful!!! you can really capture the emotion of ones heart, with perfect words!
im going to be making a koharu tribute video before december, a strong message to remeber the miracle girl.
i would really apreciate if you could help me with the perfect words for this film

btw, i never heard your version of the song for erina's next single.
im really curious what you would have her sing.

[Nigelkun]

haha ... i am still looking for a proper song mate.. she is surprisingly difficult to please.. you had put me in a difficult spot you know ...

thank you for your comment

[Koharusbiggestfanever]

*sigh* yeah,... tragic....

[Nigelkun]

Love

your beautiful, beaming smile,
lights up my darkest day,
your sweet fine pixie face,
brings warmth to the recesses,
of the deepest depths,
of my dark soul,

Have I been struck, with a strange affliction?
is it what the ancients called, a love addiction,
a craving so intense, so right and so true,
that your soul screams out for more,
your compassion, magnanimity and authority,
makes me wonder,
why was i asunder,

before i found you,
i was oh so blue ,
I needed a glue,
which entailed a clue,
I want to imbue,
my precious thoughts of you,
upon everyone,
even to my unborn son,
even when i am gone,
tales will be told of you,
prepared i am,
sure , I am,
undoubtedly I am,
in love with you,
your grace of movement,
your sophistry of speech,
your clarity of thought,
your intensity of passion,
all those endear me to you,

your drive for success,
is making my head a mess,
Now I need to address,
this growing abcess,
of need in my heart,
for I have naught but a cart,
to sweep up all my parts,
that have been rendered apart,
by your sweet smile,
as serene as the river Nile,
so without any rile,
i shall commit to thee my life`.

[Nigelkun]

anyhow, the continuation of :- would you call it a narrative? (are there any English Lit. Majors in the house?)

Nature's Gift to Man Chapter 2

We left our protagonists, in a peaceful field, with a soft breeze and the gentle beating of the immortal Sun. They were lying in the meadow, oblivious to the world. The birds chirping, and the trees swaying in the gentle breeze.Their bodies were close to each other, as they slumbered on, blissfully in a world of their own, hands clasping, on the soft grass. Whilst this scene of pure unbridled sweetness was unfolding, the skies changed rapidly, for a large rouge cloud of watervapour loomed in over the meadow, from the plainss, threatening to unleash its contents over the valley.

:drop:

Light droplets of rain started to fall down, gently rolling off the brows of the two protagonists, on to the ground, nourishing it. They awoke, and hurriedly looked around for shelter. He grabbed hold of her hand, and smiled, and pulled her into the wood. He knew there was shelter there, a little hut for trampers for he was there before he met her. It would keep them dry and safe, from the elements, and the darkening skies.

Running quickly, they reached the hut in a clearing in the woods.
She stopped and held him back, hugging him.
They were embracing in the gentle rain.
Idyllic and sweet, a literal overdose of pure bliss.

When it rained down a little harder, he smiled at her, motioning towards the hut. She nodded, and they walked into the hut, away from the pouring rain.
Inside, he started a fire in the fireplace, stoking the embers to life and checked his stash of wild mushrooms and food rations in the pantry. he then sat next to her, by the fireplace.
They realised that their clothing was damp. He shyly looked away as she removed her sundress, scanning the room for his blanket. Thankfully, she was wearing a camisole and shorts underneath the sundress. He proceeded to wrap her in his blanket, removed his shirt and joined her in his blanket, his bare shoulder on hers.
In front of the fire, their clothing dries and they drift off to yet another dream.

[Nigelkun]

a short poem..

Ai-chan,
Captain,
Chisa,
Karin,
all of them are,
pint sized packs,
of effervescent joy.

[Badsaints]

^As they say, good things come in small sizes

[Nigelkun]

^ Aye .. they do indeed...

My Amazon

She stood towering,
above the abyss,
of utter darkness,
there were many,
she smote them,
a sweep of her arm,
such was her might,
a mere flick of a finger,
sends enemies astray,
her strength,
ever growing,
her beauty,
ever blooming,
her height,
ever impressing,
Her smile,
ever benevolent,
her gentle demeanour,
makes me weep,
tears of joy,
and yes,
she is,
my Amazon.

[Nigelkun]

Continuation, Chapter 2 of Nature's Gift to Man,

He awoke from slumber, the blanket half way down his body. The fire had gone out, leaving glowing embers.
He gazed over to his side, where his companion was not there.
He heard a slight clamour in the pantry.
When he got there, he saw her.
She was in her dry sundress, and had a tartan apron on.
The first words he heard her say, beautifully enunciated, were like drops of heavenly manna.
" Coffee, or Tea?"
He replied, smiling as he did.
"Cocoa, my dear."
She smiled and handed him a hot mug of cocoa, dark as the night. She knows these things, as it is her nature to know such things.
( but she cheated... she used Milo.... )

He was aware of his half-nakedness the second he took the first sip of cocoamilo.
As the warmth shot to his face, blushing his cheeks, he dashed back to the living area to put his shirt on.

For being aware of his nakedness can only mean the story has begun.

[Nigelkun]

My Water Imp.

She gambols around,
in shallow water,
and smiled her wonky grin,
her eyes glisten,
in the glittering day,
'neath the tree,
by the creek,
she splashed water,
at me and our place,
she looked beautiful,
in her green bathing suit,
creamy complected,
dark hair in pigtails,
never thought,
i'd even dream of this moment,
my sweet water imp,
frolicked along the creek,
without a care in the world,
just the thought,
of Her and me.

[Nigelkun]

To my Toothy Princess
my grinning princess
teeth like pearls,
gleam in twilight,
straight flowing hair,
like the black veil of night,
drops of perspiration,
glisten in the moonlight,
as you dance with your all,
each move, filled with vigour,
inspire me to do the same,
like a sacred ritual,
we dance in rings,
in the forest clearing,
the bliss we feel,
will last forever,
you laugh rings clear,
in the crisp evening air,
echo throughout the forest,
i crowned your hair,
with a clover circlet,
my lady luck,
you have given me,
reason to be grateful,
for my worldly existence.

[Nigelkun]

"she ponders into the distance, wondering what will come, for she is about to leave, and never be part of it again.
She may miss her times together, though she never felt a belonging, when she finally had a connection, her time with them had come to an end. so she wonders at the distance, staring into the horizon, uncertain of what may come and what will be, after all, December is a mystery..."