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Cigam Mai

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Yana Reznik’s Lost Performance

by Cigam_mai -- May 3, 2013

A microphone might capture notes
In digital perfection.
So also, with a camera lens,
But just in one direction.

When cameras work, and mics record,
They can catch performing, whole.
All that aside, they still can’t catch
Yana’s bright and brilliant soul.

Lost power to the battery,
Or a broken circuit board;
For whatever glitchy reason,
The device did not record.

It’s more than just the music’s sound,
And it’s more than just the sight.
There’s a very real connection
On a live performance night.

She can move a hall to silence,
Or a great, collective sigh,
Or free them from their mundane world,
As they close their eyes and fly.

Her fingers dance, caress the keys,
In acrobatic fashion,
And no device can catch, or hold
Her power, or her passion.

[Yana’s problem recording a performance inspired this poem. Besides being incredibly talented, stunningly beautiful, and full of life, energy, and joy… Yana is a creative Muse to many.]

05-May-2013 00:45:51

Cigam Mai

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Twister

I hear the Midwest oft transforms
When weather its tantrums performs.
-- Oklahoma, I hear,
-- Has tornados to fear;
I pray you’re all safe from the storms!

By Cigam_mai -- May 20, 2013
[No relatives back there; my prayers are for all my friend’s relatives.]

21-May-2013 10:09:12

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Shocker

When raging, you show little change
Of expletive use; very strange.
-- It’s really quite scary,
-- Your vocabulary.
A poet should have greater range.

by Cigam_mai -- May 23, 2013

[Any fool can toss an F-bomb, and they often do. It takes thought and skill with the language to show anger or displeasure in a creative, clever, and effective way… without resorting to the use of common expletives. Besides, YOU may think you are merely exercising your Free Speech right, but parents, teachers, pastors, and potential employers will probably judge you as coarse, crude, rude, and lacking in self-control. Just saying.]

23-May-2013 08:55:35

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Workbreak

Underneath skies untrue
A filament sun flickers a
Persuasive hue,
My walls are falls and
Fall they do,
As rocky bluffs expose tufts
And pillows hillock, esker and rolling hummock,
Printed with windless whiskers of thread
And cotton blossoms,
While muffled street
Pigeons are birds of
Paradise, and
Cupboards return to towering trees
Rising from
Carpet creeping to ceiling
Weald and woodlot freeing—

Sigh.
Back to
Work.
Bills.
Wills.
Dead.

24-May-2013 19:32:47

Cigam Mai

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I love the imagery, Wufric. You had me at “filament sun*; you have captured the true RS experience, as we let our imagination expose the reality of an interactive alternate universe. I hope that your “Back to” universe is not really as sad and forlorn as you paint it.

29-May-2013 11:16:39 - Last edited on 29-May-2013 11:23:06 by Cigam Mai

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Judgement

by Cigam_mai -- June 9, 2013

Well, I never meant to hurt you,
Yet poked you in the eye!
And all of my apologies
Just pile up to the sky.

You must know I see my failings,
As on my log I’ve sawed.
Rather than call me hypocrite,
I wish you’d see me: “flawed”.

[My friend Terah inspired this poem with a Facebook post that read:
“I wish people could look automatically into others' hearts. Sincerity is who I am. I never meant to hurt you. I am not and never will be perfect. I made a mistake and I apologized. I’d rather you look at me as flawed than a hypocrite.” I might also have pulled inspiration from Matthew 7:3-5.]

10-Jun-2013 00:55:24

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Creative Yanamation

by Cigam_mai -- June 20, 2013

How does it feel to be a Muse?
And so creatively infuse
Into artistic heart and mind?
Inspiring works of every kind.
We share a little time with you
And suddenly, the world seems new
With vibrant and creative rush
You guide our camera, pen, and brush.
You are the joy to everyone:
To dreary thoughts, you bring the sun,
And when you’re freed from house and room
You cause green fields to rise in bloom!
We, through our art, your praises sing
And thank you… for the YOU… you bring.

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A painting done over breakfast inspired this poem…
along with several of the pictures from my friend Yana's latest trip to Russia.
Today is her birthday. I'm hoping it's her best ever!

21-Jun-2013 10:49:03

Infinity Tao

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Hello - I'm unsure if it's the correct place to post my poem here (and that's even if it's considered as one!...) but I've made one about Nex some time ago. I hope you can give me honest feedback and point out the flaws... otherwise, keep up the fine poetry. I'm more of a lurker than a poster on those forums these days.

The Great Thaw

Dripping with the warmth of the coming age
The age of peace that beckons the unknown
The unknown shall rise
Down deep, in the dungeon where the wars of the gods still fought on
The icy tomb slowly melts
As it melts, the countless figures within their icy coffins began to move
As they move, their weapons slowly shone in the overhead light
The light was of peace but the motive of the weapon was of war
Eyes opening, the figures of the great War shall fight on
Forever unknowing their time of war is one that has passed
Down, down, down, deep within the great temple of ice
An ancient prisoner awakens
The prisoner shall wait for the call of the Unknown
Demons roar and spit at the willpower of the humans
Ogres grunt and heave at the bloodlust of the hounds
Aviantese, once thought as extinct, flies high and above the great war
Humans, once equals, hurt and kill in the name of their Gods
All races shall fight to their eventual end
The end that is the once-over war that should have ended
The ancient prison gate creaks, giving no signs of it opening
The war shall rage on
The countless deaths pale in the face of the ancient prisoner who waits
She waits, readying her powers
Battling the fools that knows not their place
Nex is waiting.

24-Jun-2013 18:53:42

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