Nothing like amusement to lighten up to life. :-)
Indulgent
Yes Yes Dear
Tell me more dear
Turn dear
Am in dear
How did it happen?
Just hush dear
...and enjoy.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Hunger --2001-2003 somewhere
This is part of a group I wrote in 2001 0r 2 I think. By that time I was exploring new people and new places and new paradigms. But the internal urges don;t ever really change do they? Just the ways to satiate them undergo alteration. :-)
Hunger
Jungle drums
beating
Amazon flows
backward
Red river
afire
Sharp tongues
licking
Seemingly
cold banks
Electric arcs
dance
Heaven's gift
consumes
Needle teeth
penetrate
Expanses cry
needing
Lost
lightning rod/ rain maker.
Hunger
Jungle drums
beating
Amazon flows
backward
Red river
afire
Sharp tongues
licking
Seemingly
cold banks
Electric arcs
dance
Heaven's gift
consumes
Needle teeth
penetrate
Expanses cry
needing
Lost
lightning rod/ rain maker.
A Good DAy from Monuments Series
Another monument. A paean to the joyful world we all inhabit when we are open to it.
A Good Day
Walking with wonder
Hopping from cloud to cloud
Living for the sheer joy of it
Spinning cartwheels of love
It's a good day to be alive!
A Good Day
Walking with wonder
Hopping from cloud to cloud
Living for the sheer joy of it
Spinning cartwheels of love
It's a good day to be alive!
Lifted from Monuments Series
I studied a bit with a Tao master at one point in my life. He told me of a custom in his country to make "monuments" at least twice a year. a monument is an item or a work of art or performance..something you create with the understanding that it is a monument to the creator/God/Deity..whatever your concept of the Divine is. Even if it is just a paper bird, the act of creating it from start to finish to celebrate and glorify the divine is what makes it special.
Lifted
Tired bird,
exhausted,
bows
to the inevitable,
plunge.
Weary,
of struggle,
surrenders,
to the dark
below.
Only,
to have the
downdraft,
lift her,
to even greater
heights,
than she
would ever,
have
soared toward,
on her own.
Lifted
Tired bird,
exhausted,
bows
to the inevitable,
plunge.
Weary,
of struggle,
surrenders,
to the dark
below.
Only,
to have the
downdraft,
lift her,
to even greater
heights,
than she
would ever,
have
soared toward,
on her own.
XX from JP series of Love And Amistad
XX
You, love,
are the music
that plays
passionate strains
in my head,
brightens
my steps by day
and leads
my spirit up
glittering spiral steps
to dance
among the stars
How could I not love you?
You, love,
are the music
that plays
passionate strains
in my head,
brightens
my steps by day
and leads
my spirit up
glittering spiral steps
to dance
among the stars
How could I not love you?
Music from JP series of Love And Amistad
MUSIC
Your strains
accompany me
in every waking hour
and beyond.
I dance
through all my days,
to your
composition.
And laugh
in trills,
finding joyful music
in dark
and cloudy places
Because
you are ever there..
conducting.
Your strains
accompany me
in every waking hour
and beyond.
I dance
through all my days,
to your
composition.
And laugh
in trills,
finding joyful music
in dark
and cloudy places
Because
you are ever there..
conducting.
Fire and Wind from JP Series of Love and Amistad
Fire and Wind
My sorcerer,
hair dark as night,
blue eyes backdraft
of laughter and light
and ..........
something more.
Deep within their depths
i hear the cadence
of your spells
just below thought
in my silence
i feel your influence
a winding around
my heated skin
a magic private breeze
You are always
with me and
always ........too far away
My sorcerer,
hair dark as night,
blue eyes backdraft
of laughter and light
and ..........
something more.
Deep within their depths
i hear the cadence
of your spells
just below thought
in my silence
i feel your influence
a winding around
my heated skin
a magic private breeze
You are always
with me and
always ........too far away
VII of E Series from Love and Amistad
VII
You are the rock
around which I swirl and twirl
in sinuous rhythms
splashing laughter and love
over your strong soul and body
Enticing, seducing
and in the end surrendering
to the warmth and solidity of you.
You are the rock
around which I swirl and twirl
in sinuous rhythms
splashing laughter and love
over your strong soul and body
Enticing, seducing
and in the end surrendering
to the warmth and solidity of you.
II from E Series of Love and Amistad
II
With you at my side
..gentle amused guide..
I know i can ride
the sea of life
As you calm
my turbulent soul waters
and steer me
..ever so firmly..
into seas of serenity
And am finally free
to love me
Because you are there.
With you at my side
..gentle amused guide..
I know i can ride
the sea of life
As you calm
my turbulent soul waters
and steer me
..ever so firmly..
into seas of serenity
And am finally free
to love me
Because you are there.
Secret Smile from E Series in Love And Amistad
Secret Smile
The thought of you
going through your day
lights my eyes
with tenderness
curves my lips
in secret smiles
and makes my soul
leap for joy.
The thought of you
going through your day
lights my eyes
with tenderness
curves my lips
in secret smiles
and makes my soul
leap for joy.
Map from the E Series in Love and Amistad
MAP
I long
to kneel by your side
my head
on your thighs
your hand
stroking my hair
and to
look up at you
smiling
to trace each dear line
on your
beloved face
That fine
most precious map
of life
experiences
which lead
you to that place where
at last
you found me.
In A World Run By The Republican Religious Right from Social Commentary Series
This was originally entitled The Good Woman. But since the inspiration came from Buchanan's run at the presidency and some of the concepts that were exalted by that run I decided to re-title it to give it it's proper frame of reference.
IN A WORLD RUN
BY THE REPUBLICAN
RELIGIOUS RIGHT
The good woman
Gave the frozen bleeding man
the shirt off her back and
continuing on her way
Was promptly stoned...
for indecency.
IN A WORLD RUN
BY THE REPUBLICAN
RELIGIOUS RIGHT
The good woman
Gave the frozen bleeding man
the shirt off her back and
continuing on her way
Was promptly stoned...
for indecency.
AIM Check from Social Commentary Series
When my children went off to college they went very far away (they to this day admit that distance from the parental units was one of the selection criteria). grin. My experience of their leaving was, I think, so much easier than the generation before mine. Between cell phones, AIM and email they never seemed completely removed from my world. This poem was actually a daily occurrence at that time (and I still do it know..either with Facebook or Google talk contact list.
AIM CHECK
Black letters in
a box of blue
I see them
and breathe
a sigh of relief
YOU ARE THERE!
My child is alive
and assumed well.
AIM CHECK
Black letters in
a box of blue
I see them
and breathe
a sigh of relief
YOU ARE THERE!
My child is alive
and assumed well.
This is my personal favorite. About a childhood experience that embodies the essence of life when I was young. It is from the Childhood's Echoes series and is intended to evoke the sound of childhood play and laughter.
AZALEA
When I was young...
there was an azalea bush
The Maiden Lady and her brother
planted in my name.
The Cookie Lady
passed out home-baked cookies
at her fence.
And we jumped
on a buried lump of coal
to make a diamond.
AZALEA
When I was young...
there was an azalea bush
The Maiden Lady and her brother
planted in my name.
The Cookie Lady
passed out home-baked cookies
at her fence.
And we jumped
on a buried lump of coal
to make a diamond.
Flowering from Love and Amistad Series
Let he who catches the metaphors---Enjoy! ;-) Smiles
FLOWERING
Pushing against darkness
penetrating nature's wall
striving toward the light
...life is fulfilled
Dancing in the breath
stretched arms seeking
head unfurling
...life is tasted
Surges from below
thickening in growth
velvet beauty bursting
...life is expressed
Velvet touches fallen
thickness drooping
futures pearls scattered
...life is perpetuated
Body folded inward
curled on dark comforter
power cold faded
...life sleeps.
FLOWERING
Pushing against darkness
penetrating nature's wall
striving toward the light
...life is fulfilled
Dancing in the breath
stretched arms seeking
head unfurling
...life is tasted
Surges from below
thickening in growth
velvet beauty bursting
...life is expressed
Velvet touches fallen
thickness drooping
futures pearls scattered
...life is perpetuated
Body folded inward
curled on dark comforter
power cold faded
...life sleeps.
Lotus Love from Love And Amistad
Lotus Love was written about an experience with a man who I still warmly treasure to this day. I have never regretted my decision to bypass the fleeting madness (we truly would have killed and affection for each other in short order if it had been pursued). The desire for him though, led me to attract some very wonderful things...so even the madness I do not regret for a moment... for the doors it opened in me.
LOTUS LOVE
I
Reached for love with
Eager and willing hands
I cupped around it
Oh, so gently,
As one would,
A lotus.
Slowly
I brought it to
My breast, heart yearning
Tremblingly open,
And so caressed
My face with
Its petals.
I
Drunk on its sweet
Scent, was thralled in wonder
To find such beauty
And magic born,
Of something
So fragile.
Then
Picturing it,
Black and wilted to but
A faded scent for-
Ever lost by
The heat of my desire,
I
Slowly knelt by
The water, and reaching down
Gently set it free.
Then, with longing,
I watched it
Float away.
LOTUS LOVE
I
Reached for love with
Eager and willing hands
I cupped around it
Oh, so gently,
As one would,
A lotus.
Slowly
I brought it to
My breast, heart yearning
Tremblingly open,
And so caressed
My face with
Its petals.
I
Drunk on its sweet
Scent, was thralled in wonder
To find such beauty
And magic born,
Of something
So fragile.
Then
Picturing it,
Black and wilted to but
A faded scent for-
Ever lost by
The heat of my desire,
I
Slowly knelt by
The water, and reaching down
Gently set it free.
Then, with longing,
I watched it
Float away.
The Pearl - from Love And Amistad
This is one of my most popular poems. I have received emails from both men and women relating to the experience. I hope someday to be able to compose a sister poem to this one...one where that opening is treasured and celebrated. Still waiting.... We live in busy times.
THE PEARL
As always, I lay dreaming
in the oceans of life.
Lapped in it’s ceaseless rhythms.
Lulled by it’s distant murmur.
Safe. Sealed to joy and foe alike.
He came, gentle hands plucking
me from my lifelong slumber
Tickled, sensitive inner folds.
Fire! turning gentle currents
into penetrating steam.
Burning! Animating,
causing tender flesh and
spirit to expand in longing
and, boundless need. Coaxing
until...All of me lay revealed.
The pearl, precious core and
essence of all I am/offer,
lay open to him.
Defenseless, in my desire to
have...and please.
But he, must have found it mis-
shapen in some way. For though
he stroked...and played for a while,
too soon, he laid me aside for
...quote..."More important things".
THE PEARL
As always, I lay dreaming
in the oceans of life.
Lapped in it’s ceaseless rhythms.
Lulled by it’s distant murmur.
Safe. Sealed to joy and foe alike.
He came, gentle hands plucking
me from my lifelong slumber
Tickled, sensitive inner folds.
Fire! turning gentle currents
into penetrating steam.
Burning! Animating,
causing tender flesh and
spirit to expand in longing
and, boundless need. Coaxing
until...All of me lay revealed.
The pearl, precious core and
essence of all I am/offer,
lay open to him.
Defenseless, in my desire to
have...and please.
But he, must have found it mis-
shapen in some way. For though
he stroked...and played for a while,
too soon, he laid me aside for
...quote..."More important things".
Futility from Social Commentary
This is from the Social Commentary series. At this time we had yet to even dream of 911...images of the Anger in the Middle East was of interest only to those into politics. I was watching the news with my son one night when the anger and passion of the people speaking of "Americans" caught me eye and I thought ..how sad ..to spend so much energy and hate on people completely oblivious to you.
FUTILITY
ON A FLICKERING SCREEN
I SAW
FIVE HUNDRED PEOPLE
GATHERED SWEATING IN THEIR STREETS.
PASSIONATE
IN THEIR ANGER
SHOUTING TO THE HEAVENS AND WORLD
THEIR HATRED OF AMERICANS.
AND I
TYPICAL OBJECT OF
SUCH EXPENDITURE IN EMOTION,
FELT PITY
FOR UNTIL THAT MOMENT
I'D NEVER KNOWN OF THEIR EXISTENCE.
AND I KNEW THAT WITH THE NEXT
FLICKER
ON THE SCREEN THEY WOULD
BE LOST TO MY ATTENTION AND EVEN MEMORY
OF JUST
WHO EXACTLY THEY WERE
AND WHAT THEY WERE SO UPSET ABOUT.
FUTILITY
ON A FLICKERING SCREEN
I SAW
FIVE HUNDRED PEOPLE
GATHERED SWEATING IN THEIR STREETS.
PASSIONATE
IN THEIR ANGER
SHOUTING TO THE HEAVENS AND WORLD
THEIR HATRED OF AMERICANS.
AND I
TYPICAL OBJECT OF
SUCH EXPENDITURE IN EMOTION,
FELT PITY
FOR UNTIL THAT MOMENT
I'D NEVER KNOWN OF THEIR EXISTENCE.
AND I KNEW THAT WITH THE NEXT
FLICKER
ON THE SCREEN THEY WOULD
BE LOST TO MY ATTENTION AND EVEN MEMORY
OF JUST
WHO EXACTLY THEY WERE
AND WHAT THEY WERE SO UPSET ABOUT.
Poems From Yesteryear
AOL took down Hometown where I had these poems posted. They are from the end of the century. 1996 -2000.
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