Poetry Writings Artwork and stories from Neil Furby

Nov 24, 2008 at 10:46 o\clock

The world oldest poem

Bridegroom, dear to my heart, Goodly is your beauty, honeysweet, Lion, dear to my heart, Goodly is your beauty, honeysweet. You have captivated me, Let me stand tremblingly before you. Bridegroom, I would be taken by you to the bedchamber, You have captivated me, Let me stand tremblingly before you. Lion, I would be taken by you to the bedchamber. Bridegroom, let me caress you, My precious caress is more savory than honey, In the bedchamber, honey-filled, Let me enjoy your goodly beauty, Lion, let me caress you, My precious caress is more savory than honey. Bridegroom, you have taken your pleasure of me, Tell my mother, she will give you delicacies, My father, he will give you gifts. Your spirit, I know where to cheer your spirit, Bridegroom, sleep in our house until dawn, Your heart, I know where to gladden your heart, Lion, sleep in our house until dawn. You, because you love me, Give me pray of your caresses, My lord god, my lord protector, My Shu-Sin, who gladdens Enlil's heart, Give my pray of your caresses. Your place goodly as honey, pray lay your hand on it, Bring your hand over like a gishban-garment, Cup your hand over it like a gishban-sikin-garment. ...Michael Himick Museums of Istanbul: http://www.focusmm.com/istmuseu.htm

Nov 16, 2008 at 00:48 o\clock

Swing sofa

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Nov 15, 2008 at 00:35 o\clock

Rusty swing

The rusty swing creaks in the evening air

 birds  around sing  around the  sound

 

grass below grabbing at the poles 

pulling down down down

 

swing users long gone long gone

to lives of rigid  dream scapes

 

children bound thenselves  pushing swings

their own reliving their own swing time

 

 back and forth back and forth

birth and birth and birth and birth

 

till on to the final slide up the steps

slide down slide slide down 

but no return no return

 

 N Furby