poeta trilingüe; poeta ecléctico

Ask, and ye shall ascertain. Delve, and ye shall discover

[emipoemi]

Ellen Yah!!

Ellenya isn’t short of words, She’s filled 3000 pages. She entertains the whimsical And with delight engages. She rides the high and mighty wave Imagination rolls: From Struggle Street and catnipped cats To parties with lost souls. Her form may be repetitive While teetering on stale, Yet she ensures her rhythmic works By their own worth prevail. She may rhyme for the sake of rhyme, Yet she’s a children’s child, Her heart chaotic casual, Her spirit wispy wild. A poem written ev’ry day Is in itself a feat, And after seven years or so, She still has not been beat. With flowery euphoria She writes for all to see, But Ellenya has one little flaw: Her musicality.

–EDP

for @ellenya – tenacious in her endeavours! archetypically silly!

[el-de-la-tinta-negra-y-roja]

[emipoemi]

#aménhermano ¡bien dicho!

[emipoemi]

Your talent is impressive. Hope you are letting the ink spill still :)

The ink still spills when inspired, yeah. Going through some rough patches nowadays, though, to be fully active on here. But I’m glad you enjoy my work. Thanks for reading.

[emipoemi]

You Do You

The most important thing to bear in mind Is you do you, and leave the world to find The method to your madness.

–EDP

[emipoemi]

Hello Dagger

Hello Dagger, my old friend, I see you at my side again. So often have you tempted me To break ties with my pen.

My hour of darkness hangs on me– There’s ne’er a shred of light to see; Mother Mary speaks no words to me– The world won’t let me be!

Hello Dagger, with your gleam You boldly tempt me all the more. I’m but a shadow of the man That I had been before.

I stand a solitary stump On someone else’s rotting road. I hear them say that walking tall Would shake me of my load–

But Dagger, they keep maiming me! First at my feet then at my wings! Life has no roads – we make the roads; But I’m still bound by strings.

I’m tired of their contradictions! I’m tired of their senseless lies! I’m tired of being happiest Whene’er I close my eyes.

Yes, hello Dagger, this time round Your timing is most opportune. What reason has the world to mourn A rover bathed in gloom?

My prayers in Heaven never ring, My pen to mighty be has tried– So Dagger, swiftly do the deed, I’m already dead inside.

–EDP

[emipoemi]

Broken Solitude

Alone, alone, Again all by myself, My knicks and knacks with cricks and cracks Strewn drearily about the shelf Above my bed.   This is no comfort zone– No days can pass without tears being shed. The murky puddle at my feet Grows larger as my sorrow deepens, Whilst I, rolled in my sheets, Stare blankly at the gloomy walls,  Striving against the thralls of sleep For fear that I might drown. Pain wracks me to the bone! The prickly eiderdown That perforates the blanket scars my skin; My tattered heart bleeds purple With three horrendous wounds, Septic from the sheer chagrin Of always being opened With never any chance to heal.   A life well seems on loan– For but a while we’re at the wheel, Cruising through uncertainty ’Til we be cast into eternity. Our blind desires may often lead, And stray us from the rugged course In search of smoother land. Yet with remorse on burning sand We find ourselves lost and alone At the hefty cost Of having nothing that we need.   I threw it all away. And though I much believe in yesterday, I’ll never hold that happiness once more. And though the sun beyond my window Shines brighter than it has before, This caustic pain shall never wane In solitude.   A life is nothing to be rued, And yet I brood Within the arms of silence.

–EDP

[archimedeslost]

Tumblr Genie

Gonna scream into the void for a minute and probably anger someone accidentally, but please hang in there...

I wish we didn’t just heart bomb, I wish we’d actually read and comment and ask questions. All of us, ALL OF US would like to know what part you liked, what made you laugh, what made you cry, what made you think, what brought you beauty, what brought you darkness. All. Of. Us. Are craving validation through human interaction, hearts are cool so make it rain if you feel but every time someone does, I wonder how they read ten distinct and abstract pieces in under 15 seconds, and had nothing to say.

I wish we’d message other poets more. Leave your feelings on their work. I’d rather get two notes of actual critique or personal experience than a hundred fake ones, you would too.

I wish we would share each other’s feelings about all of our writings instead of just leaving a simple heart, but as long as you read it, that’s cool too. If you want to, tell me what it meant to you, what you felt while reading it, anything. I LOVE that shit.

I wish we understood that the amount of time and care we’re puting into what we write, and that most of us only post so someone, anyone would read it. We don’t just want the most “notes”, we want you to treat it like art and react to it, in real life.

Speaking of, I wish we treated each other’s pages like an art exhibit. You wouldn’t run through the exhibit, barely glancing at the titles, shoot a thumbs up to the artist and continue running. You stop. You stare. You ponder. You discuss. Do more of that. Especially for writers who are literally only posting original work with only the intent to be read with no personal gain in sight. We’re bleeding out here.

I’m not trying to gripe, you run your page how you want, you spend your time here any way you please, it’s your app. This is just a list of “wouldn’t it be nice”. Know that I’m genuinely greatful for anyone who has ever hearted anything I’ve ever written, and if that’s what you’re comfortable doing, that’s cool too. There is no right way to be here, and hell, maybe it’s me that’s doing it wrong. I can accept that I’m the asshole if all of this is nonsense. Just know that I love you all and when I react to your writing, I fucking read it first.

[emipoemi]

This is how Tumblr folks should act!! I’ve stood by these sentiments since my start here long ago, but experience at the beginning has taught me to lay low about it awhile. But Tumblr needs some spice and action now (as most have been complaining about how dull it has gotten), but spice and action won’t happen by waiting. You want spice and action!? Abide by these codes of conduct! The sensation of seeing heart bombs and weblogs of a piece is ephemeral. The sensation from messages received about that piece is everlasting. Keep that in mind.

[emipoemi]

Poetry is the halfway mark between literature and painting

EDP

[cryingoutinthemaddingcrowd]

You arrogant fools! For you fiddle about in the heart of stars, but can’t appreciate a ripe banana.

[emipoemi]

Day–O! He say Da-a-ay–O!

[sheispoetrying]

You are my sunshine, My only sunshine You sang this song wrong Most every day I’ll never know, dear How much I’d love you For you took Our sunshine away

-(a.e.) // skies are gray

[emipoemi]

If you need sunshine, Then make the sun shine, No need for sorrow When times are grey! You’ll always know, dear, Love’s all around you, So none can take Your sunshine away!

–EDP

[emipoemi]

Have I Yet Said....

Have I yet said how much I love you? How much I want to be with you? The twinkling stars that light my eyes Shine bright the whole day through.

Have I yet said how much I need you? How much I crave your company? The ardent fire that warms my heart Ignites in unity!

Your presence makes a garden grow With honeydew, Where only you Possess the lock and key. Your absence forms a pit of woe Within the heart That whilst apart Would have us atrophy.

So if my eyes have yet been seen, And if my heart has yet been felt, My mouth shall proudly sound my voice To all assumptions melt, And tell you just how much you mean To me.

–EDP

[emipoemi]

Valentine

My heart is a torch of affection In the moments I look in your eyes; My soul is a beacon of ardor In the instants of hearing your sighs; My arms encompass the heavens, My feet cannot touch the ground– I fleetly flit as a feather About the burgeoning heather Without a care for the weather Whenever you’re around. 

Ev’ry day is a summery solstice, Ev’ry night a serene equinox, Life ever dynamic with splendour, Time ever defying the clocks; ’Twixt shimmers we play to a purpose, ’Twixt shadows we playfully stray, While sharing a smile in the moonlight, A sleepless smile in the moonlight, ’Til sunlight seeps through the moonlight To start another day.   Whatever the future may harbour, And whether our fortune may be United by way of an alley Or divided by means of a sea­– By the glow of the tawny sunset And the gleam of the azure morn, Come what idle isolation Or trying tribulation, As each other’s consolation, We’ll never be forlorn.   By the shadow of the groundhog And the heavenly wings of the dove, The world is charmed with charisma On the day of the saint of love; As Eros releases his arrows, And the stars of lovers align– The thrills disperse on a whisper, A will-o-the-wisp of a whisper, As through your window I whisper: Will you be my valentine?

–EDP  

[autumnsunshine10]

Some say hope is a luxury we cannot afford. I say it is a necessity we cannot afford to lose.

(via autumnsunshine10)

.....hope and faith, folks! Without them, the darkness of reality shall engulf us, and weigh us down til we grow to seed!

[emipoemi]

Sigrid (part 2)

Realized that I’ve been pitched in shade, Lay down on the bed that I made. It’s not easy to say, ’Cause you have it all–   And I’m beat with no rhythm, there’s no reason or rhyme, I gotta just focus and not waste my time.   In vain! Don’t say You didn’t mean to have me cast Away– I’m doing you a favour!   Tough luck! I know That this is just the way, it’s a shame! O woe, There’s savage in our blood!   Watch me keeping up my chin! Test me, I’m going for the win– whoah-oh! But here I’m working alone!   No more, it’s like we go to war, And I’m wondering what for– whoah-oh! I’m doing you a favour!   I tried to honour you, But ended up haunted and blue. Now I’m a singing ghost That you just ignore–   And I’m a beat with no rhythm, I feel helpless and low That I’m tempted to shut down and let go!   In vain! Don’t say You didn’t mean to have me cast Away– I’m doing you a favour!   Tough luck! I know That this is just the way, it’s a shame! O woe, There’s savage in our blood!   Watch me keeping up my chin! Test me, I’m going for the win– whoah-oh! But here I’m working alone!   No more, it’s like we go to war, And I’m wondering what for– whoah-oh! I’m doing you a favour!   There’s no easy way to say–   I’m just a beat with no rhythm, it’s not easy to be Living life being both chained and free! I’m just a beat with no rhythm, it’s not easy to be Living life being both chained and free! I’m just a beat with no rhythm, it’s not easy to be Living life being both chained and free! I’m just a beat with no rhythm, it’s not easy to be Living life being both chained and free!

–EDP

[abrighterspark]

week one recommendations

week one, here we come! thank you to everyone who nominated themselves - and don’t forget you can nominate other tumblrs (anonymously or not) if there’s a writer you really resonate with! you can find all the info and submit here.

these are my three favourite discoveries of the week:

@silencedartist : a writer who aims to connect to the reader through poetic observations of the world > “…in the tranquillity of silence, we converse with our soul”.

@emipoemi : a multilingual poet who i’ve been following for a while BUT who i recently discovered has a new poetry collection published! > “mon coeur est brisé, mais mon âme est éternel… (my heart is shattered, but my soul is eternal)”.

@illiteratewolf : beautiful rhymes and relatable stories > “i kill time whenever our hands intertwine…”

[emipoemi]

EXTRA! EXTRA! READ ALL ABOUT IT:

THREE POETS FEATURED IN @abrighterspark‘s WEEKLY NEWSLETTER!

GIVE THEM A READ; GIVE THEM A HOLLER; TELL THEM YOUR THOUGHTS AND IMPRESSIONS ON THEIR POETRY!

[emipoemi]

Amour Sans Fin

Tu es chérie,                                                   You are a darling, Tu es belle,                                                  You are a belle, Tes yeux brillent                                           Your eyes richly glisten Comme l'arc-en-ciel.                                   With a rainbow’s spell. Si ce beau visage                                         If this face so fair N’était pas un mirage,                                  Is genuinely there, Je semblerais faire de miel                           I shall seem as though honey Avec des émotions pêle-mêle.                     With my emotions pell-mell. O mademoiselle,                                            O mademoiselle, Je suis fidèle;                                                  In faithfulness I excel; Mon coeur est brisé,                                       My heart may be broken, Mais mon âme est éternel.                              But my soul knows no hell. Je suis bien haut                                             I am soaring high Comme les oiseaux                                         Like the birds in the sky Avec la requête solennelle de Jacques Brel.      With the solemn request of J.B. Et si je meurs                                                  And if I die Plein de telle douleur                                     Full of pain, high and dry, Qui supprime mon bonheur,                          And my bliss thrown awry, Je deviendrai un homme de sel.                   As a man of salt I’ll bid farewell. 

–EDP

[emipoemi]

Broken Solitude

Alone, alone, Again all by myself, My knicks and knacks with cricks and cracks Strewn drearily about the shelf Above my bed.   This is no comfort zone– No days can pass without tears being shed. The murky puddle at my feet Grows larger as my sorrow deepens, Whilst I, rolled in my sheets, Stare blankly at the gloomy walls,  Striving against the thralls of sleep For fear that I might drown. Pain wracks me to the bone! The prickly eiderdown That perforates the blanket scars my skin; My tattered heart bleeds purple With three horrendous wounds, Septic from the sheer chagrin Of always being opened With never any chance to heal.   A life well seems on loan– For but a while we’re at the wheel, Cruising through uncertainty ’Til we be cast into eternity. Our blind desires may often lead, And stray us from the rugged course In search of smoother land. Yet with remorse on burning sand We find ourselves lost and alone At the hefty cost Of having nothing that we need.   I threw it all away. And though I much believe in yesterday, I’ll never hold that happiness once more. And though the sun beyond my window Shines brighter than it has before, This caustic pain shall never wane In solitude.   A life is nothing to be rued, And yet I brood Within the arms of silence.

–EDP