Tiffanie Lein
Tiffanie Lein Poems
One friday by the pier
Bag in hand, and another
Above the clock struck vier*
Remained two people still under
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Threw a kite out to the heaven
A gust caught up and up it went
So did I, a thousand feet and seven,
Powerless in wrath of nature lent.
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In doubt I think my thoughts aloud,
Questions, answers: none but mine.
A thousand ears pick up my sound,
But only one can move to brine.
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a cow is a cow it cannot crow,
just stand on four by the green field hills;
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28 February 2008
We all have dreams.
Somebody's got to start somewhere
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Like hallowed sounds and voices lost
In silent, seething ire.
Wither to reel back of accost,
This wild and raging fire?
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25 Feb 2008
The name’s A, like a thunder cloud
Above your head I hover about.
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Silken movements through the air
Embraces the teeth of a gentle giant
Random motions on black and fair
Soothes the static so defiant
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I kicked a stone to gauge its fall
Ten, twenty feet to the aphsalt.
Inside my lungs a biter gall,
Of remembrance that was my fault.
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Dark shadows whispering soft
Haunting vision cloud the eyes
Senses stalled and motion lost
Reality cast far out in mire
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29 February 2008
The warmth that once upon a time resided
Snuggling near the beating drum
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The brown and hard small silicon beads
That slam into our caravan
Tire the camels that pull and lead
And mar the trudge across the land.
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Four years past in quiet bearing
Each day non I do not stand
At the road fork, heart just baring
But foiled by face twas feigned as bland.
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left behind a certain life
in attempt of something new;
escaped a certain inner strife
privi to only few.
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This world is rich in touch and sounds
Of green paperbacks and solid gold
Or maybe the nickel and copper around
Entwined in goods and cash enfold
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*3 Cities
1) Bella Donna.14 Dec 08
(Rome)
Posturing still as the sun shone high
Whiz of cars spitting out exhaust
Fixated gaze and a revealing sigh
Waiting, looking out for a lover lost
Flowing frock yet stiff as lime
Not once did she twitch a bit
All o'er her face, smeared of grim
Still; past periods of streetlamps lit.
Left hip lent to the weight of a basket
Woven of ivory ratan
Around her hands of time rocket
Witness evolution along setting suns.
The lady stands, the lady waits
Till the day she walks through diminished gates.
2) The Market.16 Dec 08
(Florence)
Frosty yellow halo burns
- As the street blinks its lazy eyes -
Hazy vision as the rain god churns
Chilly droplets, washing sleep good bye
Colours springing into life:
Hues of blue dancing in the rain,
Red slices through all like a knie,
Stopped by cream with sobering pain.
Wool spub to different lengths,
Pickled glass beaming out at us;
The cobblestone takes in a huge big breath,
As we tarry a lil, to make a fuss.
Exchange is done, we all pared;
The buzz of morn has now started.
3) The Orchestra.18 Dec 08
(Milan. Specifically, the Duomo)
14th century gothis marble
Perched atop the cascading spires
Imposing on the new and age-old fable
The past amidst this modern hire
Reverberate around the tunnelled walls
An organ, two, three, more:
Sanctioned pause and crescending falls
Bellowing magnet; crowd to its lore.
Three dimensional skills they prove
Tug, compress the rigged air pipe
Left and right fingers press and soothe
Two pairs producing tunes just ripe
Deserving a concert in the Kodak,
Yet here; attention they do not lack.
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