#3474 Oct 9, 2012
who first spotted the lack
not that is the slip
in between the cup and lip
but down under a hot mug
yet if it comes to that
a plate would merely be
over the top
something then to stop the drips
or keep the pea soup off your lap
complicate the washing up
stop a single splash
and sit here for the waiter's tip
sad without a cup!
#3475 Oct 9, 2012
the wan delicate skin
sticks for just a smidgen
too long until,
a naked clove
comes out successfully
virginal as the dawn
its ripe sex on
for quite some time
#3476 Oct 9, 2012
I haven't written you in a long time.
A sudden window winks open.
The sky has my Father's beaten face.
I miss you...
I missed how you comforted me the way you comfort me now with your wide-eyed lucidity, the languor of the patient unfurling of yourself, luxuriously disregarding the latest betrayal like a headline stark across the front page of my face.
But I will not write about it here, along the margin of your insides, although you are in love with such unsung facts - as there are things more relative than scaling the air's ladder into the previous line...and why not ?
Who cares if someone else would never believe that such things may not also be poetic ?
But now I want only to talk of you.
How many like you have I already composed with such authentic chords of truth, loud and clear within them.
My beloved one-night stand who never stops coming to love me at all the right times; after unbearable grief or after every rare moment of contentment, even joy.
You who never lie except when I want you to, if only to augment a distant but more vital truth.
I love you, dear poem.
I love you because you hold pain up upon the quiet of your palm, raising it so I might see it in the best possible light.
#3477 Oct 9, 2012
A half dried tongue hinges
on the sense of promise
coloured and deepened
in the airy red of butterflies...
Sense of flying in my mouth
I gulp it down and down
and I expand
like a poppy bulb in my throat...
A full-throated promise
hinging its neck in my breath
and there's the whole pipeline
of something certain and stiff
And shapely that stays.
If only I could play with your mouth
In your own purple garden
A white, white, tongue trapped
in a cage of teeth...
Promises caught in words.....
Meaning is the taste
of swollen oranges.
#3478 Oct 9, 2012
Architects are the most convicted poets
their diagram becomes our practicum
they retrieve the heart its minarets and pinnacles
to sanctify the bodies residence
in hypostyle and gable, mibran and muqarna -
On heights to free belief from any need
like the pistil-centered rays through the rose-window
transform the sun into something more pure than light
and the soaring angles at the sight lines of the ziggurat
suggest a perpetual departure - air-without-end.
And spirit's in the arch, the hard vissour
rewarding calculations and finding cool spaces
for the soul that breathes beneath.
From plane to plane, stone to stone, flute to flute
building gardens in the fire of God's vacuity, and
feeling the cornerstones sponsor stories of desire.
So enter what you are: the horizon unseen by anyone.
The sun of my perfection is glass
Wherein from seeing into being pass.
Place re-places skin; succor's bodied in building
inviting emotion to motion, moving room to room
to know rapture as an enclosed and infinite transparency.
Breathe the ease: be safe with the ziyyada.
For you are on foundations even on the windy roof
where a dancer poses against the clouds, and as
she raises her arms into an arabesque.
The sky behind her falls in love with shapes again.
“ Woodstock Anyone?”
Since: Oct 12
#3479 Oct 9, 2012
An uninvited man should never
wear musk around me
How did you know to wear musk?
Am I breathing?...... Too loud?
Move away from me
Come back to me
Bare your chest for me
Let me brush my parted lips
across your skin
Let me breath you in
An uninvited man should never
do that to me
How did you know to do that?
Arms around me
My name in your breath
on my neck
Let me go
Kiss me there
#3489 Oct 10, 2012
L'AMOUR NOUS SEPARAE.
Through all time, love has strung beautiful art,
Does love now weave this vision in my heart?
Have two stars been taken from the velvet sky
Do they look back at me as I look into your eyes?
Love does not seperate us in lands so far,
Love does make this a trial so hard......
May I ask fo one night to shrink this land,
May I have you for just one night, only to reach your hand?
If my wish I may have not, then let us kiss with our thoughts and minds,
Let our words carry us together on winds of divine.
Love does not seperate us in lands far away,
But if love does ring pure and true, I'll promise that I will get to you some way......
#3490 Oct 10, 2012
No uttered words the poet speaks
no skies of golden hue
no tales of unrequited love
they were lost when I lost you.
No words to caress my loveing heart
and gone the dreams we swore we'd live
but alone within the poet dwells
no uttered words......none left to give.
No music swells within my soul
just silence surrounds my heart
and the solitude engulfs my world
when the poet and love depart.
Lost is the beauty I once could see
and the glory that I saw each day
sadly this poet pens his last farewell,
no more love can I convey.
But what's the poet's soul to do?
to release the love I feel,
for I'll surely die and wither
if that love I now conceal.
I must hide the hurt and heartache,
just smile to friends and say,
I'm just fine......love doesn't matter,
and try to deceive them that way......
For a different face I'll show them,
to barricade my pain,
to hide my shattered spirit,
from the love I've ne'er attained.
But the pain within shall kill me,
not soon but through the years,
for the poet knows his anguish,
when alone I shed my tears.
And at night when dreams come calling,
with her voice, her smile,....her eyes,
a single tear upon my cheek,
hides the pain my heart belies.
For I loved her soul completly,
and was consumed by beauty's bliss,
I had shared her inner thoughts,
but had never shared her kiss.......
And when death comes to this poet,
and to Heaven I pray my soul ascends
I'll smile before her beauty,
for eternity never ends.
So will this poet regret the life,
which stole away the years?
no, I'll simply recall the love,
I felt in all her tears........
And when my love has joined me,
and we meet in Heavens bliss,
our regrets will quickly perish,
as we kiss our first sweet kiss.
And the words will quickly flow again,
from thoughts, to hand.....to book,
I'll not write of God or Heaven,
when upon your face I look......
So the poet's again a poet,
for the words were always there,
I just didn't see much beauty,
when your love I couldn't share.
So our souls will find the love at last,
that in life they could not seek,
and I the poet, soon find the words in you..
the words...... I could not speak.
#3491 Oct 10, 2012
The love of field and coppice,
Of green and shaded lanes.
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins,
Strong love of grey-blue distance
Brown streams and soft dim skies
I know but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.
I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror -
The wide brown land for me!
A stark white ring-barked forest
All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon.
Green tangle of the brushes,
Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops
And ferns the warm dark soil.
Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When sick at heart, around us,
We see the cattle die -
But then the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady, soaking rain.
Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the Rainbow Gold,
For flood and fire and famine,
She pays us back threefold -
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze.
An opal-hearted country,
A wilful, lavish land -
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand -
Though earth holds many splendours,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown country
My homing thoughts will fly.
by Dorothea Mackellar (1904)
#3492 Oct 10, 2012
"THE PARENCHYMA OF MY LIFE."
I felt it just then
myself to be hunched
element of flesh....
Warm and light in transcendental youth
filled with hot blood.
I pressed my fingers into the snow
and raised my hand spread between
the forest with the sun piercing
an ice sky.
White transient avenues
clear fingers a smear of dirt on my palm
snow in clumps on on the tips of my fingers....
Blood rushed in warbled lines
through my pigmented water hide.
The snow melted in delicate spells.
My heat and calcium
electricity and space...
is nothing but elemental harmony
a bonding of universal intention.
As the snow passed through its stages on me
I will pass into the earth,
and the earth into the processions of universes.
There is nothing wrong with me.......
I am exactly where I'm supposed to be.
#3493 Oct 10, 2012
"AN EVENING WATERFALL."
Droplets in the late sun
a shower of silver coin
into the dark valley.
Tracer shafts of sunlight
they pinpoint the breeze
in a burst of radiant sparkle.
Or are pulled out like streamers
curving to forces
that hold the planets in orbit.....
Going on, going out, and falling forever
a mere chalice-full
out of that vast blessing which pours
down rivers like the Ganges,
the Rhone, the Rio Negro.
All day, every day
these silver globules pour
into the valley where no one watches......
Folk have lept from these heights,
to oblivion, wrapped
in irrelevant words of cities.
#3494 Oct 10, 2012
Sitting alone close to the heater
Adjusting the cushion of the two seater
My mind wanders back to times past
of long days that couldn't last.....
Carefree days and our lives of leasure
When nothing could stop the pleasures
Of our longing to be together
And our love could handle all weathers.
It's a cold night all alone
The warmth has left this cosy home
The empty hours cause such pain
As my mind wanders back again and again....
Where did things turn around
When without a sound
The carefree days were gone
And the love we once knew, seemed so wrong?
Living alone is so lonely
The life's gone....if only
The heart would again begin to glow
I'm sure the warmth would show.
Life is so lonely......I'm so lonely
If only........if only.
#3495 Oct 10, 2012
"TOWARDS THE BEGINING."
Sorry I've been out of late
I've been outside re-working fate
I haven't even had the time
To spell the words out when they rhyme.
Time moves forward, then moves on
Before you know it time is gone,
Why stop to wonder what is wrong?
Because you've known it all along!
Tree's leaves blowing in the breeze,
Autumn's edge growing towards the freeze
Cleaning spaces that are dead
To make some space to rest my head.
Moving onward, moving out
Leaving fury, ending doubt
No longer will I have to shout
Just to express what I'm about......
#3496 Oct 10, 2012
What sadness here lingers
What beast is here wrought
What trial here burdens
What battles herefought...
In time and good fortune
I want to see clear
In memories lapsing
I lose all my fear.
To what it will suffer
The testing of time
To the ends it will follow
This short story of mine.
#3497 Oct 10, 2012
Missing you already
how I'd love to correspond
seems I just can't get enough
At last we sat
these poetry games we play
challenged my restless mind
If we could touch
there is this thin ecstatic
sence of comfort....
I find myself awash, in ease....
And maybe that kiss
spoken softly without words
with a wisdom far beyond
The emotions swell
spilling out before me like a river
un-dammed and set free
to wander wild.....
To meet you
seems my only want
to stop, and swooning, savor
our time frame.
#3498 Oct 10, 2012
Rejected, abandoned, mad, second best,
Sad, angry, bitter, depressed.
Alone, distraught, fearful, distressed,
Hoodwinked, bamboozled, confused, unrest.
Bewildered, burdened, scared, upset,
Overwhelmed, unloved, unappreciated,
And put to the test.....
I'm not special anymore
I'm as special as the hard cold floor...
You could walk right out the door
and never love me anymore...
And were would that leave me?
With the birds, the cats, and trees?
You'd be happy....you'd be free
You'd be just who you'd want to be.
Or would you
Be without me?
Be without me?
Do you want to
Be without me?
And could I
Be without you?
It's not about the torment
It's not about the pain
It's not about the lies you told
It's not about the shame....
It's more about the time we've spent
Playing this strange game
For what we've felt, and what we've learned
We'll never be the same.
#3499 Oct 10, 2012
"DEFLECTING THE INCONCEIVABLE"
I'm deflecting the inconceivable, something must be done.
Twisting life's riddles, I've only just begun.
Poking true absurdities at all of natures will.
Repainting life's destiny to enhance the simple thrill.
Fixing contradictions, applying different rules.
Building new acquaintances, adopting polished tools.
Spinning a new balance, trade in my perspectives.
Restructure tired bonds with option bought directives.
Promise old exceptions, backrooms filled with dreams.
Deceptive consternation replacing silent screams.
Pack my inhibitions, escalate my climb,
Analyze my freedom, and pace myself with time.
Augmenting my integrity and pointing a brand new way.
Unwrap my old beginnings, restructure how I play.
Undoing set traditions, disengaging knots of rope.
Refreshing dry ambitions is the ladder for my hope.
#3500 Oct 10, 2012
May I borrow for one lifetime
Your desert flower mouth..
Unlock your every window.
Begin a new story in the dark.
Test my mythologies
In the cave of your falling stars...
Eyes eat what you open
So madly kicking
Breathe fiery fantasies into
The grace of your radiance.
#3501 Oct 10, 2012
"THE GOLDEN BLOSSOMS of RAPTURE"
The fibers of the soul tangle then slide through our words to form the soliloquist citrus of our love in the singing nature of the art of our natural world;
In the beauty of it all we fall into each other as the resolute solvents in this fluid stream of consciousness that unfolds into the soft air as we have affected all and ourselves;
My lost heart and cold limbs fade at the transfiguration of our newly sublime news-feed through still hate fights hate, while love loves all, and time seems to stake out in these stark last frozen days of winter....
But it's okay.....because soon they will die like you and I and the one you have followed, and this time, will blossom;
Our lives intertwined with elevated joy, high above, the lonely routines.
#3502 Oct 10, 2012
"WALKING WITH NEANDERTHALS"
Does it make us human if what we don't understand we either worship or destroy?
If the river running past what we can see has never let us down, but fails to carry away what has always held us back....
And when dreams come rolling through the night how should we praise distance?
Love, I don't know anything else, locked up in the drudgery of defence.....from indestructible to destruction, resignation, resurrection, reincarnation...
All that bears the brunt of swift currents can be lost so easily in a careless moment.
Does it make us human, this desire for momentum to carry us beyond this world in which we live?
When the heat has gone too far, when the insulation is too thick.....
When the walls that bind us are not thick enough?
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