The lords above
by Michael Nikoletseas
He lifted his sward
in the shape of the tent
liquid light weighing
pressing forward
the danse below
numbed the sinews
the gates of tranquility
unlatched
pause
the dance below
eternal
repeated
he lifted his sward again
the lords above knew
but not of the dance below
End of the poem
15 random poems
- On Visiting The Tomb Of Burns poem – John Keats poems
- How To Achieve Self-Realization, The Mother of All Knowledge?
- Гавриил Державин – На возвращение графа Зубова из Персии
- Ballade Of Autumn poem – Andrew Lang poems
- CIA Dope Calypso by Allen Ginsberg
- Untitled XXIX by Yunus Emre
- Statistic by Shivam Pandya
- Нина Воронель – Осенняя симфония
- Epigram on Jessy Staig’s recovery by Robert Burns
- Thought. by Walt Whitman
- NOCHE MARINA by Victoria l.mora paoli
- Fancy
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Прощание с саблею
- Years of the Modern. by Walt Whitman
- AN ODE FOR BEN JONSON by Robert Herrick
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
