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Hemera’s Interruption A collection of original poems By Liam Robb Copyright © 2009 Liam Robb
The Call
Lamb and Lion Tamed Angel-Tongued Song
Hawkstars and Starhawks Hemera’s Interruption Dada Poem
Má Xaet Viala
Dark Time of the Day Creep, Crawl, Stand 20
Artwork and photography by: Liam Robb Peter Lilja Akbar Nemati Kevin McGee NASA
The Call The North, Rising Mountains far beyond Sand and Stones beneath The heartbeat of the Earth below The bird-song of the Trees The East, Raging Storms and Thunder plains The Breeze that gives life to us Smoke born of forest fire Earth-churning Gale and Gust The South, Smouldering Hearth of Home And blistering desert Sun Molten burning of the Core Where rivers cannot run The West, Gentle sighing of the Stream And whales from the Deep The Rain that falls to nourish us Seashells, homes to keep
Lamb and Lion Tamed
What is your substance? She asked in jealousy. The machines of hypocrisy Are in her decreed Irrational and purposeful Lamb and Lion tamed Beyond the light of judgements made Blackened by the Flame Of mechanical pyres built inside An uncertain lie Is she all you thought she would be Lashed by her disguise? Mirror Queen she cannot fall Into the shallow soil So raise your sweet-grim mistletoe And toast to no avail In witness to the ever long Lasting breath of foil She hides beneath her skin and flesh A heart of blistered steel Scratch and screech inside her chest And cling to puppet veins She is the child of scissor thoughts Lamb and Lion tamed Lamb and Lion tamed She speaks of peace, affinity For dancing stars and crawling bards Scars and tears mislaid Awaken in her shards of fear And from her bosom take The sparks of wisdom she tried to hide Beneath her sunken face With a smile she reveals The wires, bolts and chains All that makes the Lamb lay down With the beastly Lion, tamed
Angel-Tongued Song The Seagull sings And the rope, it snaps Who says that you can’t Take that deceit right back? Circle-bound and blazing Alight with trembled minds What peace would you offer her? A lost child left behind Just dance the way that you were taught And pray for wizened feet Avoiding uneven, perilous ground Soft laughter you may meet In dignity Betrayal defeated Impenetrable belief A curse is laid on her womb Unspoken vows of solemnity Entombed she is bound by cries Of Gulls, the sea and sky unity Violins sound for all to hear A wretched angel-tongued song And choirs of silver-scaled fish Are troubled, answered by none Of the spirits that did decree to them That they will never be misled Witness your promise now my loves Their strings now left for dead
Hawkstars and Starhawks In the sky, Hawkstars and Starhawks Are dancing towards the ground By the pendulum’s swing neither one shall be King In the feverish chaos unbound If my childless blood could speak its limits I wonder which it would choose: The Hawkstar is dying, fading from sight The Starhawk is blazing, consumed They speak of myths and fairytales They may be kind to you To me they laugh and sneer and flaunt “We are the things you cannot do” When the Queen raises her head to sniff The uncertain, salty air Her crown it falters, diamonds askew Should she steady-tread the ground there? Or is it a triumphant smile she wears On her secret face? Is it she who draws light to hawks And lays them down to waste?
Hemera’s Interruption Welcome to the Wild Ones Welcome to the Wild Welcome to the Wild Ones Welcome to the Wild Dancers are like wolves in here Its boundary marked with trees The fish are singing in the stream Of all that could have been Welcome to the Night Sky Welcome to the Night Welcome to the Night Sky Welcome to the Night Stars are mine and yours alike Eyes that can either watch or hide From shadow springs the nervous fox Gone in a flash of red over rock Welcome to the Fire Stories Welcome to the Fire Welcome to the Fire Stories Welcome to the Fire Tales of love and tales of joy Tales of tragic heroes felled Owls lament the loss of altars Before which they have never knelt Welcome to the Storm Dance Welcome to the Storm Welcome to the Storm Dance Welcome to the Storm As rain and lightning wash over us The fire spits and thunder rolls The fidelity of heart-drenched power Strikes far regions of the soul Welcome to the Song Bird Welcome to the Song Welcome to the Song Bird Welcome to the Song Now dawn has broke and sparrow sings Nyx slips back to her westward home Her daughter’s turn it now is To raise the world in her golden throne
Dada Poem Extraordinary Costumes Designed depth But can appearance, particular costume, Be a message in advance? Although more conceived, created The own exciting effects hurry A role must pleasure the actors Discussion, daring and their realization Is grown Given for the give Frightening, sparked theatre created audience Cannot design even eased information Unconscionable talismans are zealous but gaunt Fastidious, abstinent and kinetic Valediction is but a jaded intimidation And their cadent incursion is Otiose
Dark Time of the Day or the Honey Bees
The Amalgamation of trees, in which there sits a nest of honey bees, it’s there that all the troubles lie for all who do not want to die Die you fool, what is there in life, that has long become stale with strife and begs, for all that was once dear and strong, to no longer hammer rights and wrongs The dark time of the day is when bees hum their long-forgotten pollen song, dancing with the deadly sting of the most productive, though slightly stalling thing Its in the day dark that we stop and for a moment question all we’ve got, and its in the silent clarity that we hear the creeping buzz of bees
Creep, Crawl, Stand Creep There is no shelter here A show of grim and gruesome luck Beneath the caves and hollows deep Where from the bells do sound The mass is passed, libations cast Into the frightful nighttime void Though lilies grow here in the dark Their stain is never seen nor smelt Crawl The water rises here Overlapping knees and feet When stones are cast across the pass Echoes long are caught and reaped Fingers scraping to the bone Sand and stone crack nail and pore The chill of unknown atrocity Of earth, of under, of human bane Stand The air is hot out here Though sun and moon are blotted out The sky does rage with greed and lust For menace, blood and fallen sons When skin is blackened by the fall Of all they ever knew of ‘world’ When hair is singed from the scalp And eyes forever faded out
20 It is an uncertain day But more certain than the last
When mountains that once stood tall and gleamed Can say what shall come to pass It’s no mere guess, it’s a feeling Down in the depths of my chest
That stars are burning in the future Burning deep to set my mind to rest The sparks of the past are fading fast And tomorrow’s light is warm to touch It is this, you here, this gushing flow Unchaining shackles I’ve pulled too much Down into a dark abyss Where sun and moon are meaningless And through all the unwanted eyes All you need is one lone caress 20 is the time and place When face and mind and body glow It’s here inside this roaring wind
Where the untold will be all I know
The Call
Lamb and Lion Tamed Angel-Tongued Song
Hawkstars and Starhawks Hemera’s Interruption Dada Poem
Má Xaet Viala
Dark Time of the Day Creep, Crawl, Stand 20
Artwork and photography by: Liam Robb Peter Lilja Akbar Nemati Kevin McGee NASA
The Call The North, Rising Mountains far beyond Sand and Stones beneath The heartbeat of the Earth below The bird-song of the Trees The East, Raging Storms and Thunder plains The Breeze that gives life to us Smoke born of forest fire Earth-churning Gale and Gust The South, Smouldering Hearth of Home And blistering desert Sun Molten burning of the Core Where rivers cannot run The West, Gentle sighing of the Stream And whales from the Deep The Rain that falls to nourish us Seashells, homes to keep
Lamb and Lion Tamed
What is your substance? She asked in jealousy. The machines of hypocrisy Are in her decreed Irrational and purposeful Lamb and Lion tamed Beyond the light of judgements made Blackened by the Flame Of mechanical pyres built inside An uncertain lie Is she all you thought she would be Lashed by her disguise? Mirror Queen she cannot fall Into the shallow soil So raise your sweet-grim mistletoe And toast to no avail In witness to the ever long Lasting breath of foil She hides beneath her skin and flesh A heart of blistered steel Scratch and screech inside her chest And cling to puppet veins She is the child of scissor thoughts Lamb and Lion tamed Lamb and Lion tamed She speaks of peace, affinity For dancing stars and crawling bards Scars and tears mislaid Awaken in her shards of fear And from her bosom take The sparks of wisdom she tried to hide Beneath her sunken face With a smile she reveals The wires, bolts and chains All that makes the Lamb lay down With the beastly Lion, tamed
Angel-Tongued Song The Seagull sings And the rope, it snaps Who says that you can’t Take that deceit right back? Circle-bound and blazing Alight with trembled minds What peace would you offer her? A lost child left behind Just dance the way that you were taught And pray for wizened feet Avoiding uneven, perilous ground Soft laughter you may meet In dignity Betrayal defeated Impenetrable belief A curse is laid on her womb Unspoken vows of solemnity Entombed she is bound by cries Of Gulls, the sea and sky unity Violins sound for all to hear A wretched angel-tongued song And choirs of silver-scaled fish Are troubled, answered by none Of the spirits that did decree to them That they will never be misled Witness your promise now my loves Their strings now left for dead
Hawkstars and Starhawks In the sky, Hawkstars and Starhawks Are dancing towards the ground By the pendulum’s swing neither one shall be King In the feverish chaos unbound If my childless blood could speak its limits I wonder which it would choose: The Hawkstar is dying, fading from sight The Starhawk is blazing, consumed They speak of myths and fairytales They may be kind to you To me they laugh and sneer and flaunt “We are the things you cannot do” When the Queen raises her head to sniff The uncertain, salty air Her crown it falters, diamonds askew Should she steady-tread the ground there? Or is it a triumphant smile she wears On her secret face? Is it she who draws light to hawks And lays them down to waste?
Hemera’s Interruption Welcome to the Wild Ones Welcome to the Wild Welcome to the Wild Ones Welcome to the Wild Dancers are like wolves in here Its boundary marked with trees The fish are singing in the stream Of all that could have been Welcome to the Night Sky Welcome to the Night Welcome to the Night Sky Welcome to the Night Stars are mine and yours alike Eyes that can either watch or hide From shadow springs the nervous fox Gone in a flash of red over rock Welcome to the Fire Stories Welcome to the Fire Welcome to the Fire Stories Welcome to the Fire Tales of love and tales of joy Tales of tragic heroes felled Owls lament the loss of altars Before which they have never knelt Welcome to the Storm Dance Welcome to the Storm Welcome to the Storm Dance Welcome to the Storm As rain and lightning wash over us The fire spits and thunder rolls The fidelity of heart-drenched power Strikes far regions of the soul Welcome to the Song Bird Welcome to the Song Welcome to the Song Bird Welcome to the Song Now dawn has broke and sparrow sings Nyx slips back to her westward home Her daughter’s turn it now is To raise the world in her golden throne
Dada Poem Extraordinary Costumes Designed depth But can appearance, particular costume, Be a message in advance? Although more conceived, created The own exciting effects hurry A role must pleasure the actors Discussion, daring and their realization Is grown Given for the give Frightening, sparked theatre created audience Cannot design even eased information Unconscionable talismans are zealous but gaunt Fastidious, abstinent and kinetic Valediction is but a jaded intimidation And their cadent incursion is Otiose
Dark Time of the Day or the Honey Bees
The Amalgamation of trees, in which there sits a nest of honey bees, it’s there that all the troubles lie for all who do not want to die Die you fool, what is there in life, that has long become stale with strife and begs, for all that was once dear and strong, to no longer hammer rights and wrongs The dark time of the day is when bees hum their long-forgotten pollen song, dancing with the deadly sting of the most productive, though slightly stalling thing Its in the day dark that we stop and for a moment question all we’ve got, and its in the silent clarity that we hear the creeping buzz of bees
Creep, Crawl, Stand Creep There is no shelter here A show of grim and gruesome luck Beneath the caves and hollows deep Where from the bells do sound The mass is passed, libations cast Into the frightful nighttime void Though lilies grow here in the dark Their stain is never seen nor smelt Crawl The water rises here Overlapping knees and feet When stones are cast across the pass Echoes long are caught and reaped Fingers scraping to the bone Sand and stone crack nail and pore The chill of unknown atrocity Of earth, of under, of human bane Stand The air is hot out here Though sun and moon are blotted out The sky does rage with greed and lust For menace, blood and fallen sons When skin is blackened by the fall Of all they ever knew of ‘world’ When hair is singed from the scalp And eyes forever faded out
20 It is an uncertain day But more certain than the last
When mountains that once stood tall and gleamed Can say what shall come to pass It’s no mere guess, it’s a feeling Down in the depths of my chest
That stars are burning in the future Burning deep to set my mind to rest The sparks of the past are fading fast And tomorrow’s light is warm to touch It is this, you here, this gushing flow Unchaining shackles I’ve pulled too much Down into a dark abyss Where sun and moon are meaningless And through all the unwanted eyes All you need is one lone caress 20 is the time and place When face and mind and body glow It’s here inside this roaring wind
Where the untold will be all I know
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