Sea-fever by John Masefield

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This poem has struck a chord in me…being Maltese and very much a sea person!

Image obtained from google images
Image obtained from google images

Sea-fever by John Masefield

I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,

And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,

And the wheel`s kick and the wind`s song and the white sail`s shaking,

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And a grey mist on the sea`s face and a grey dawn breaking.

I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide

Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;”

Obtained from the poem

Sea-fever by John Masefield

Valentine`s Day…

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http://satset.blogspot.com/2010/12/cute-teddy-bears-baby-teddy-bear-get.html

Image courtesy of google images

This week was lovers` day..so let`s dedicate this poem from the Black Lilies collection to all the lovers out there..especially those who for some reason cannot be together at the moment…

Fourteenth of February

Fervently hailed, All Lovers` Day-

With arrays of red-littered paraphernalia

Cluttering frosty shop windows,

Cleverly designed to lure the passing onlooker;

Diamond rocks nestling on bangles, necklaces and rings,

Of si;ver, tawny gold or platinum.

The cute, furry bear,

Clutching his equal-in-size liver-red heart,

Sitting on a platform of chocolate paradise.

Displays of frilly, intimate regalia

Clothing the ultra-lithe, alabaster-white

Female mannequins, curiously writhed

In unnatural positions

Frame the windows,

Passively summoning,

The wanting male.

A multitude of restaurants

Parade their hearty special menus,

Advocating aphrodisiac

Culinary creations,

For the love-struck merry couples-

A day of birth for some and death for others,

One for Cupid`s mischievous banter!

Copyright  Black Lilies, by CJ Knight, first published in  2010.

Christmas is upon us!

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I have not blogged for some time now…since Summer and I apologise to all those of you who have followed me and expressed an interest in this blog. I have been swept away by the common mundane frivolities which occupy us and wheedle through our lives, preventing us from truly dedicating ourselves to the activities which we enjoy and  truly makes us feel wholesome!!

So, since Christmas will soon be upon us, I will share an extract from a poem in the Black Lilies collection, entitled: ‘Feast of All‘:

Christmas is Spontaneity;

Bounteous wreaths

And merry treats,

Resplendent homes, cottages and mansions.

O what a Time of Times!

With chubby little faces

Cuddled up at fairy-tale-looking fire-places,

Singing many carols

Of times woe-begone

And examples which have shone

To fill the World of Coming.

Singing Xmas carols

Singing Xmas carols

Flurried paces,

Warm embraces,

Illustrate human sentiment-

But where do I sight the craving,

For the very shadow of the celebrated One?

And with these thoughts I wish you all a lovely, wholesome Christmas, with all your dear  loved ones- feast and celebrate but never forget the true significance of this event and together, let`s seek to make Christmas, an every-day event in our lives!

 CJ Knight 19th December 2012

Hamlet

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Hamlet is the story of a wretched prince whose father was killed by his uncle, who then married his mother! Can`t forget that his girlfriend dies as well!

Hamlet Castle, in Helsingor, Denmark

Hamlet`s Castle, in Helsingor, Denmark- Image obtained from copenhagenet.dk

My ultimate favourite piece in Hamlet is:

To be, or not to be- that is the question;

Whether `tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles

And by opposing end them?

So what is being said in these few lines? It`s basically a wrestling with his inner self: should I bow down to fate or should I rebel?

Can we apply this to our daily lives?

Feelings…

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A Rose: Photo courtesy pkflower.com

A Rose
Photo courtesy: pkflower.com

FEELINGS

I feel,

Like a rose whose petals have withered away

And disintegrated in the rudimentary dust,

Or,

Like a tiny nestling, who, after mastering enough courage

To flap his wings and direct his path towards the heavens,

Was rudely interrupted-

When a vicious spear tore at a wing and

The bird veered sharply from the route.

Or,

Like a babe who felt the change

Between the gentle, warm stillness of the womb

And the freezing reality of the icy outside;

A terrified shriek assaulted the air

And resounded throughout.

COPYRIGHT – BLACK LILIES- CHRISTIA J KNIGHT

You can interpret this poem as the emotions which are triggered when something does not work in our lives after much has been invested e.g. when you`ve been working so long at a particular project- be it a relationship or a career and it all falls apart- years of toil and it all ends suddenly and all that is left is a ‘shriek’ of utter desperation.

My friend Shakespeare and I

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It started when I was still in junior school, a dreamy teenager, my interest in the great master William Shakespeare. Many thought his work was arduous and too complicated- conversely, I thought it was like a roller coaster, fascinating, full of wit and banter and so very applicable to our 21st century.

Shakespeare courtesy wikipedia.org

William Shakespeare courtesy wikipedia.org

The first play I ever read was As You Like It.

My favourite part is Jacques` speech in Act 2 Scene VII:

All the world`s a stage,

All the men and women merely players;

They have their exists and their entrances’

And one man in his time plays many parts,

His acts being seven ages…’

He then goes on to describe the different stages in one`s life, until the end part, where we end up with ‘sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything’.

If that is not powerful and topical enough for people out there nowadays, you can judge!

Threshold

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THRESHOLD reproduced from Wikipedia.org

THRESHOLD reproduced from Wikipedia.org

SENSELESS

Pensive moments blister this accident in time,

Furrowing the brain with paramount precision,

Clouding the fine dividing line between Truth and Surreality,

Delving into the dark pit of the Hidden Enclosure;

……………………………

A reveling regime of chaotic occurrences,

Plaguing the mere existence of the Inner Self.

 COPYRIGHT – BLACK LILIES- CHRISTIA J KNIGHT

A short, abstract poem which presents us with a scenario- a sudden occasion makes one think of certain events which evokes dark memories….

What is the real meaning of this poem?

It may be interpreted in several ways and can actually portray a state of continuous anxiety and paranoia or a continual battle between a façade and the outward image.

Is this something which we frequently come across during our lives? What is your reaction to this poem?

Do we see others adopt this stance? Do we really know what goes on behind a seemingly composed countenance in a very stressful situation?

What is the ‘fine dividing line’ or threshold which we all have? What is the tipping point?

What makes a gentle person suddenly become violent or insane?

Beauty from within…

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Here it all starts then…my journey into the blogging world where I will present you with some of my work and discuss it in detail.

I will also share with you my favourite writers and poets of all time.

So as a very first start, this is the opening quote which I chose for Black Lilies taken from Ode on a Grecian Urn by John Keats.

John Keats From www.poetryfoundation.org

Painting of John Keats reproduced from http://www.poetryfoundation.org

Beauty is truth, truth beauty,’- that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know“.

This powerful statement says it all really..beauty is in reality and falsity is the exact antithesis of beauty..so to put it simply, everytime people indulge in fakeness, corruption and lies they are in essence losing their ‘beauty’ and of course being beautiful from within, is a much harder task than just appearing beautiful on the outside!

These are some of my thoughts…what are yours?