Baronhawk's Nest

Fuck this
fecund gist
fickle breeze
flip-flop fit

irised moment
inked concrete
insignificant
incomplete

ideas idling
above reach
words waiting
finger tips

keyboard kissed
un-caressed
pages pouts
virgin white

hymen crisp
tout unbroken
idiom phrase
trite unspoken

love's labours
unconsummated
venusian vale
unirrigated

imminent thoughts
curbed curtailed
great foreplay
sans the sex.

I see colours
dead alive
smiling truth
naked unstylized

beside history
astride time
stripped bare
essential complete

black yellow
brown white
beneath the blue
underneath it red

running riot
pumped by beats
that same pigmented
ironed liquid

all under one
red, white, blue, yellow
fluttering freely
as in the breeze, it echoes.

Bukan hanya kata-kata
kuluahkan penuh makna
bukan hanya sandiwara
tinta luhur yang membara

perjuangan pentas pena
merentasi tabir masa
anak bangsa warga waja
tegap gagah di arena

bukan hanya keringatku
darah merah yang berderu
buat tekad azimatku
hidup daulat ampuh jitu

nan irama serta lagu
jadi sumpah dari kalbu
biar nyawa bagai salju
jadi wadah perjuanganku.

From afar She came
beyond the borders
cute by fame
exotic demure

coyly parading
smiles and favours
seductive secrets
enticing allure

her raven tresses
lashes that flutter
ticklish humour
flirting laughter

a gentle face
generously warm
a pair of eyes
that paints the dawn

a voice that lilts
in affable American
though when poetic
decidedly Britain

school girl crushes
fox-fairy smiles
funfair choices
womanly wiles

sacred stories
tell all tales
the gist and magic
a Pixie's parlay.

I sat watching
upon my stony bench
as she skims the water
skipping the lake's confines
carefully balancing
from one shore to the next
gingerly touching
and then gracefully sat
upon the throne of stone
a solemn and angry monarch.