POETRY
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Sharp Colours
Sharp colours next to one another
Embracing each other in harmony
The light tucked away here and there
Depth marching in with big strides
Thought provoking oftentimes
Folds of thoughts and emotions,
music and quiet all parcelled in one
The flowers in the margins
Lit candles and abbots present
Unsung birds and fishes out of water mostly in the now
These are many journeys I have made
The road paved with stepping stones
Prudence and Patient school friends,
always there in company
Trials and errors, triumphs with relief
A suitcase full of memories and souvenirs
The contents jotted here and there
Many conversations with the compositions
The “I” becomes the little “me” all dressed as Jack
and this Jack pops out of the box with mirth and often
Liberation in full swing
Lavish in travels to unfamiliar domains
The journey ends
Meditation is over
The composition is there asking for acceptance and peace.
Embracing each other in harmony
The light tucked away here and there
Depth marching in with big strides
Thought provoking oftentimes
Folds of thoughts and emotions,
music and quiet all parcelled in one
The flowers in the margins
Lit candles and abbots present
Unsung birds and fishes out of water mostly in the now
These are many journeys I have made
The road paved with stepping stones
Prudence and Patient school friends,
always there in company
Trials and errors, triumphs with relief
A suitcase full of memories and souvenirs
The contents jotted here and there
Many conversations with the compositions
The “I” becomes the little “me” all dressed as Jack
and this Jack pops out of the box with mirth and often
Liberation in full swing
Lavish in travels to unfamiliar domains
The journey ends
Meditation is over
The composition is there asking for acceptance and peace.
Doha, March 2014
Copyright © Pepi Martin
Closed Doors
Intriguing elements in unison with mystery
These are the closed doors
You see it as privacy, she feels hostility
You are from West and she is from East
Alas, many oceans afar
Etched faces reflection of years gone by
Silent narrators of many tales passed
Memories all multi-layered within
These doors are bystanders
With eyes on both camps
Coloured in different shades
Adorned with portrayal doorknobs
They stand firm on the ground
Keep the foe away, ward off the evil
and welcome the loved ones likewise
Closed doors are hostile in her world
Open doors are like open arms
Letting the energy flow in,
bringing the light and the sun,
nestling love and warmth in hearts.
These are the closed doors
You see it as privacy, she feels hostility
You are from West and she is from East
Alas, many oceans afar
Etched faces reflection of years gone by
Silent narrators of many tales passed
Memories all multi-layered within
These doors are bystanders
With eyes on both camps
Coloured in different shades
Adorned with portrayal doorknobs
They stand firm on the ground
Keep the foe away, ward off the evil
and welcome the loved ones likewise
Closed doors are hostile in her world
Open doors are like open arms
Letting the energy flow in,
bringing the light and the sun,
nestling love and warmth in hearts.
Doha, February 2014
Copyright © Pepi Martin
Poetry
Poetry is not all about verse and rhyme
When portraying your emotions,
how can you think about the balance of it all ?
Your thoughts are like an aged mountain
Your poetry is an eruption of the volcano
Life is neither customised nor a designer’s creation
Pour out your heart and let the words storm
Take your fragile heart to a corner
Shower it with kindness
It needs all the love and understanding
Heart to heart, you converse
Your soul is there within you
Your soul is your truth and honesty
Your quest is found in folds of decency
You see the chosen path and the guiding light.
When portraying your emotions,
how can you think about the balance of it all ?
Your thoughts are like an aged mountain
Your poetry is an eruption of the volcano
Life is neither customised nor a designer’s creation
Pour out your heart and let the words storm
Take your fragile heart to a corner
Shower it with kindness
It needs all the love and understanding
Heart to heart, you converse
Your soul is there within you
Your soul is your truth and honesty
Your quest is found in folds of decency
You see the chosen path and the guiding light.
Doha, September 2013
Copyright © Pepi Martin
Getting Lost
Love to get lost in the medley of music
with the highs and lows, ebbs and flows
Here and there with each minute passing
I’d like to be in this sanctuary
The stripped canvas awaits in submission
It will be given a new life, like no other
Love to get lost in tapestry of colours,
bounty of all shades
So the journey commences
Sitting there with the anticipation of the untold
Listening quietly to the brush strokes and caresses endlessly
Pondering, bare facts and wonders
So, this quest of many layers starts
Is it a pre-planned trip,
cautious and aiming for perfection
or is it a voyage to the unknown ?
The subconscious is very much present,
the music plays a big part and
the colours and brushes in the grip of moods
This is what’s all about.
with the highs and lows, ebbs and flows
Here and there with each minute passing
I’d like to be in this sanctuary
The stripped canvas awaits in submission
It will be given a new life, like no other
Love to get lost in tapestry of colours,
bounty of all shades
So the journey commences
Sitting there with the anticipation of the untold
Listening quietly to the brush strokes and caresses endlessly
Pondering, bare facts and wonders
So, this quest of many layers starts
Is it a pre-planned trip,
cautious and aiming for perfection
or is it a voyage to the unknown ?
The subconscious is very much present,
the music plays a big part and
the colours and brushes in the grip of moods
This is what’s all about.
Doha, August 2013
Copyright © Pepi Martin
Demands
With a heart of gold but clouded mind
In search of peace and sanity
Lost in your thoughts and kingdom
Going through rights and wrongs, ifs and buts
Demands set upon yourself from no one but you
Regrets running riots, creating confusion
No letting go, holding tight to the past
Maybe’s and regrets of the time gone by
Now and present in the moment
Lucid thoughts invited
Tranquillity at heart
Kinder to yourself and others
Enveloped in this bliss
Curtains pulled back
Sunrays streaming through
Hopes and dreams marching hand in hand to you
Solitude is good when you are with your friends,
called good reflections.
In search of peace and sanity
Lost in your thoughts and kingdom
Going through rights and wrongs, ifs and buts
Demands set upon yourself from no one but you
Regrets running riots, creating confusion
No letting go, holding tight to the past
Maybe’s and regrets of the time gone by
Now and present in the moment
Lucid thoughts invited
Tranquillity at heart
Kinder to yourself and others
Enveloped in this bliss
Curtains pulled back
Sunrays streaming through
Hopes and dreams marching hand in hand to you
Solitude is good when you are with your friends,
called good reflections.
Dubai, May 2013
Copyright © Pepi Martin
Nomadic Life
Paths crossed
Friendships made
Memories rushing in
Journeys made
Company treasured
Art sessions loved
Energy good
“Rainbow Colours” born
Here today, there tomorrow
Plans in action, plans on hold
It comes the time we have to part
Alas, nomadic life thrown at us.
Friendships made
Memories rushing in
Journeys made
Company treasured
Art sessions loved
Energy good
“Rainbow Colours” born
Here today, there tomorrow
Plans in action, plans on hold
It comes the time we have to part
Alas, nomadic life thrown at us.
Doha, May 2013
Copyright © Pepi Martin
Copyright © Pepi Martin
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