Ernest Hazvi Maengamhuru Poems

Where the wise men gather my heart longs to tread too,
they trace the faint voices rather cold. They evoke memories of old with much eloquence like the lone falcon’s hunt for prey. In it, they live my dream, and veil my inadequacies.

Where the wise men gather they breathe the most refined chant
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I and Lenore met.
We met…by fate or chance…but we met.
That was not the last bus home
but I had much ado that awaited me ahead
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Like we began at first,
you severed my wings when i was about to fly
and you pained me, as if you never erred.
When this life takes the gradual twirl,
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If I had lived before man
And purest of heart shown,
before sin’s suckling was sown
professing infinite love and true love shown.
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Easy became easy-,
for long I was bound when i returned to befriend you
I finally faced further off and slowly moved anew.
By this, easy became easy-
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When the man overlooks your loathing,
and talks about anything and nothing,
he hesitates, he says but a few.
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Nothing is forever,
strife, sorrow; never.
Even as the day lapses
behind my shoulder,
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Destiny said to a poor lad that came from afore
“Go back and sit in that quiet corner you were before
until you hear your name; the latter things will come”.
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In caring for my cryptic and prudent promises;
she cares not
in caring for a legion of long and keen chords;
she cares not
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Rejoice- I despise your rejoicing,
Rejoice my adversary while your mortal soul lasts;
for this is your whole stock and store.
Rejoice, but i will not fall again.
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