poims wot i rote

Posted on September 4, 2018 by Nik

Desire

What’s not to love about a little love poem ; ) Waiting   impatiently to savour  the smokey taste  tobacco wine chocolate dark  traveller’s lips upon mine softly once more to hear that husky voice  chattering like water coursing across mossy mountain rocks singing    the delirious song of being  into my soul under my Read More

Posted on February 23, 2018 by Nik

Fallen Angel

It’s winter – I’ve been writing a love poem for death – maybe it’s a Scorpio thing, I don’t know, but here ya go.   what heaving wings fell through the black night spinning down to earth, hot body crouched  in the moist ground pressed over naked form – the beloved crumpled wings and heart a kiss Read More

Posted on August 12, 2016 by Nik

Syzygy

poetry – I mean, who fucking has time for poetry?   but,   there is a moment when the light hits you and you don’t feel separate   a radiance obliterating every atom and  purpose as you stand basking, blissful, desolate at the edge of the world

sacred tree of life
Posted on August 2, 2016 by Nik

saved by beauty

Our one world will be saved by beauty when we remember how to see with the eyes of a child into the golden heart of every living thing. We will feel deeply the earthly memories etched into the mountains of home the forgetfulness in the oceans heave, the forgiving

Posted on January 5, 2015 by Nik

Invitation of the Ancients

Lithe bodied,  we dance tall swaying arcs of verdure leaning into curved mists of space and aeons as heaving earth-body pulsing in tune,  exultant sun,  sultry moon we sink our roots,  feeling deep around you,  and swirl with wind,  and stars reaching,  we rise upon the long song,  of creation.

Posted on January 2, 2015 by Nik

The Return

Ekphrasis to Rilke’s Turning Point (below) letting all the deep rivers of the world – rush in / cracking open the quartz prism of your being – you surrendered – you no longer had a choice

Posted on December 4, 2014 by Nik

The One

Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou can’st not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold lover, never never can’st thou kiss, Though winning near the goal – yet do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, Forever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Keats – Ode Read More

Posted on December 1, 2014 by Nik

Letting go

This evening the burgeoning crescent moon hovers low  over the western pacific a veil of ocean mist rising up  to kiss beyond  the mountains – where I lay in these steaming waters – earthly aromas rose geranium, thyme rustling bamboo leaves quiet cricket’s trill…

Posted on October 22, 2014 by Nik

ship in the night

(ghazal) I called to my lover pining, under the moon yet alone I remain waiting, under the moon Searching heavens deep, she is sailing mid silent stars, scintillating, the moon Bold round gate, to silver garden framing ferny path to heaven, calling, the moon Sublunary torment – fruit of desiring sweet, gravitas – gratifying, the Read More

Posted on September 16, 2014 by Nik
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equinoctial

Half moon waxing or is she waning did I lose my sight heaving moon half dark half heavy moon light pulling at this floundering soul one long or lonely night and somewhere peers an owl west or east at the speckled sky sitting naked up-on the roof lanky cat and I as from the north Read More

Posted on October 16, 2011 by Nik

The Temple

Inside this temple are mountains and rivers there are forests of oak, mountain lions and moss Seismic shifts and lightening bolts are inside innervating every silent thought

Posted on February 24, 2010 by Nik

the temple

Inside this temple are mountains and rivers there are forests of oak, mountain lions and moss Seismic shifts and lightening bolts are inside innervating every silent thought All the dancing impulses of nature are here laughter, grief, hunger swirling in the winds and time There is ecstatic music, echoing through these chambers and starlight – Read More

Posted on February 24, 2010 by Nik

Oh

Oh great goddess, mother of creation, this earth What silent hunger causes big breasted women to wander in my dreams. Oh happy happy death – this fool asphyxiated in the heaving depths of the cleavage of the beloved.

Posted on February 24, 2010 by Nik

damaged goods

“The world is not respectable; it is mortal, tormented, confused, deluded forever; but it is shot through with beauty, with love, with glints of courage and laughter; and in these, the spirit blooms timidly, and struggles to the light amid the thorns.” – George Santayana Lewis drives us to a deserted beach just outside of Read More

Posted on November 22, 2007 by Nik

the poetess

click play button to hear this poem: as I begin to read your poems their power enters my body. Your faithful, deep feeling words slip through my unsuspecting skin. I feel them enter my bruisey heart as air enters my lungs. there is an affinity. I dive into the pool. it takes me a dreamworld Read More

Posted on March 1, 2006 by Nik

an echoe from the shore

Pescadero. Baja California Sur. All she wants is for me to give her my love and she will give me the Moon. How could she not become the Radiant Goddess. Aphrodite. The Ocean and tides. How could any woman not bloom, in Love like a cactus flower, under the desert moon their beauty born the Read More

Posted on September 1, 2004 by Nik

into the dialectic

. . . A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me. ~ The Prophet. Khalil Gibran Drifting through the formless void, darkness all around. there is a shimmer of sound like the siren’s song reaching through space and time. And in an instant in an ocean of Read More

Posted on October 7, 2003 by Nik

The Mango

The Mango is anything but innocent it beckons with it’s fullness it’s soft golden belly, glowing from within, it says… sink your teeth into my plump curvaceous skin, suckle on my gorgeous ripe flesh and let the sweet juices trickle down your chin. Revel in the rapture of my glowing roundness and feel the warmth Read More

Posted on March 1, 2002 by Nik

for Judith, Medecine Woman, 2002

wise sand dune primrose bud flowers innocent of this fools search, speaks of youth and eternal light this does not age or fade, it just keeps moving through like star songs resonant beyond the Earth Vega in the Lyre, we remain ancient and always new what they say about age is gravity’s conspiracy there are Read More

Posted on January 1, 1993 by Nik

I was about to say

And I was about to say – the trouble With intellectuals… Is they skirt around emotion. Then he gave me a hug And stole my heart From its retreat Into the notion Dare must we Dare must I DARE TO BE TRUE!

Posted on February 1, 1986 by Nik

The Wild spirit of Lakeview

Percussive rain, drives hard and fast Against the cold, window glass, As hostile winds, howl through The deserted buildings, at Lakeview. So desolate, this place, in the night Bearing under winter’s blight And through the day, such animation As Ilka and Karina, in confrontation. Conflict of ego in angry conceit… Oh, a peaceable place this Read More

Posted on January 1, 1986 by Nik

Animal Farm

Time seems suspended as I go to pass Midst gray shadows, diffuse moonlight doth cast Damp air hangs heavy in a haze As still horses, from their boxes gaze Then around the corner I am silently met By Bolero’s, stony silhouette Between his and Dallas’ box I tread Toward my… waiting lover’s bed When dawn Read More

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