poims wot i rote

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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

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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

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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
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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

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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.

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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

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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…

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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

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

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Brenda reads one of mine…

 – start at 22m15s [youtube]http://youtu.be/rPo9jDP4-5c?t=22m13s[/youtube] . . . 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

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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

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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.

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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

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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

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Paternal Angst (or Ode to my Stepfather)

Rest in peace you fucker [look, though ignoble, I’m just ranting to get this out of my system, OK] his brutal strength crushed my spirit his iron fist rules made me passive aggressive his stupid love made me hate – at least him his dogma though, made me a free mind fear of punishment made Read More

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