She who perceived what dusky tones to lyric
visions and visitations drifting sea beats
her obsidian deep in bowels of rock
mermen watching neat
River spirit maidens ask freedom's turquoise
within midnight's black grimace God gleams white light
against rainfall sky her fair deploy was
Love's only employ
Sappho's obsidian dust incubating
on Earth ~ Aphrodite's coal its sound inert
no beetles can roam its aura's fast converts
implacable hurts —
Muse awaited no crown pharoah’s lips fleshy
in cosmic time concept will bell excell
grecian pudding spiced hot on cypress table
obsidian spell
Soft dew drops upon unbound black hair curling
sprinkling coloured leaves of body's flesh tree
jet night pale blossoms wrapping barefeet pitch
woman cracked stone itch …
Amidst obsidian leaking indigo
Sappho's loamy dream creating blackout moon
sleepy swoons across mossy floor encircle
legs entwine quirkle —
Hierophants composed illusion stories
she did not believe, dark related truth’s scout
as sure as fire heats every sunset closing
Sappho’s stone reigns clout ~
{Poet’s Note : Fourth Poem of Set of 5 SPOKEN WORD poems written in SAPPHIC STANZAS }
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Life offers to support, first open to Love’s thorns
Sun not changeable, hands to give of own horns
centre in flesh where patience and Spirit mingle
Heart is where they jingle
World our mirror, transparency it holds bold
magical meanings with musical moments emit
highest are those whose existence is not known
hoist ideals beauty sown
We will say, Sisters! we ourselves have achieved
opalescent Sacred Sun wants figures of eight
firmly in lap of luxury, the bait
to lament no more
Brothers no longer hold score, treasure inside
entire planet home, Lesbos to Egypt, no hide
see crystal clear with fine papyrus and ink
so very dear, cheer
Universal power arranges spacious
awareness without thoughts jumbled enchanting
awe at abundant good fortune Heart opened receptive we sing
At wedding feasts nothing further needs adding
Femmes ! to moment sway not nay, syrtos in hay
stepping back to allow for Spirit’s addition
groom in white and black
Union is You _________>
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{Poet’s Note : Third Poem of Set of 5 SPOKEN WORD poems written in SAPPHIC STANZAS }
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Power of moment equals power itself
intuition is direct perception true
free from any reasoning constrictions
truth redemption raw
Intelligence with insight fresh dwells in Heart
recognition of holy inheritance
calls going out never return unanswered
ONE listens raptly
Sisters ! we are pure existence, finely cased
resist not this, lest offspring rings no lacy face
cast no emotion asunder, scatter on waves
judge not Dark Nights of Soul
Identify viable passions, what’s best
explore possibilities, differentiate hest
trust your ideas and commitments, no fear
away from crowds, hear
Will of Supreme desires meshment of leaves
birthed not to resist parts of One, reject no eaves
return to states of harmony now urgent
acceptance of all
Equalise resistibility to trying seasons
timid is need to fathom everything new
lose not ourselves in futures still to arrive
motions of waves ebb
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{Poet’s Note : Second Poem of Set of 5 SPOKEN WORD poems written in SAPPHIC STANZA }
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Trust is substance of things hoped for truthful
kaleidoscopic is mythopoeics of Spirit
collective consciousness seeks sensibility
single songs rooted
Ecstacy rests on belief and compassion
inductive reasoning no toil to rich soil
task completion depends on harmony
fulfilment follows
Use alignment of dimensions acutely
Sisters ! impresss subjective on cosmic mind
ether surely holds what is ached for not sold
bold with Absolute
In relationship serve finely each other
allow answers to birth deeper questions
making muddy unconscious conscious to Light
Love is stardust kites
Wise are wise only because they love tender
foolish are foolish because slender is Heart shut
shadows burn when ascension is not earned
fall not into rut
Timeless presence is what we look for, Femmes !
we are thingness of life, seeking I-ness of life
form comes then disappears like pears on trees
let NO-thing come with ease
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Some celebrate the beauty
of knights, or infantry,
or billowing flotillas
at battle on the sea.
Warfare has its glory,
but I place far above
these military splendors
the one thing that you love.
For proof of this contention
examine history:
we all remember Helen,
who left her family,
her child, and royal husband,
to take a stranger's hand:
her beauty had no equal,
but bowed to love's command.
As love then is the power
that none can disobey,
so too my thoughts must follow
my darling far away:
the sparkle of her laughter
would give me greater joy
than all the bronze-clad heroes
who fought it out at Troy
-- from the Greek
----------------------------------------------------
They text,messages drown in furrows of soil irrigation,
Tittering rings hollow,filters hide what hearts should know,
I crawl past bogies,faces that mean nothing-
Modern Love is limping
They scroll endlessly,ghosted signals extinguished in flames,
Their faces lit by others' illusions,souls marooned,
Love needs medical aid
Their bosom are lumps of fat instead of human hearts,
Oaths deleted before we can see them,fade and gutter out,
Longing has download error,and desires lags-
Their sangomas miseducate them
#Sangomas---witchdoctors
You have named your daughter Sappho
you have named the hills with halo.
We take the next walk to a room
fed with different hues about blume
its chaining unbridled powers
bring the central motif in hours.
A 6th century poet Sappho
wrote verse on the Isle of Lesbo
Creating a genre called Saphics
the of which stil exists
Would that this poet were in Greece!
Her heart enchanted on its sunlit sands.
Her lover, kissing her porcelain hands.
His eyes, deep, dark as Kalmata olives.
The homes, white, with bright, blue tops.
Her heart beating so loudly, fearing it may stop!
But as the sun sets, she is far calmer.
Her head on his chest, she hears its Greek beat.
Then in Hellenic peace ,falls asleep to it’s melodic treat.
Sappho and Homer, she felt reincarnated.
To pen of love was always her deepest desire!
Deceased ages ago, but love brought back
her pen’s desire!
Dedicated to James
Thank you, dear friend!
8/31/2022
happiness wets me as
in torture,
drip by drip,
dropwise...
impossible to drink
the sea...
how impossible
is to count its sand...
herald birds
of spring,
mosquitoes sent
from rains,
dry leaves signs
of autumn,
advertiser swallows
of summer....
your love extinguished
from me while i
burned me with love...
Your love was only dry.
and mine only flood...
a lonely poet
adrift
yet
riding the crest
of a wave
strange to say
a success
in a patriarchal
age
twists of enigma
in
the joys
of imagination
multifaceted
intuition
eloquent
plain darts
of
detailed
fragments
spaced&
stressed
time then
time now
day in
day out
lest we
forget
persuasion
this way
& that
where
peace reigns
and
feet
move
as
we
dance
in
Spring sunlight
experience
shows
what you
please
and often
ask
yet
remains
forever
in memory
sorrows
of the night
dew
falls
tenderly
upon hearts
of loneliness
breath
words
soft spoken
disperse
the light
into
purple
shadows
soft
as honey
in
precincts
of pleasantness
blissful
sweet
murmers
delicate
as nectar
bring
mist to the eyes
loves
elegance
a safe neighbour
fair
to look upon
paler
than summer
grass
sweet flowers
to
treasure
as
the golden
sun
tyranny&
tenderness
of love
manifest
in particles
limpid
living streams
gold
tinted lines
quivering
lustres
of splendour
charm&
cloud the eyes
delicious
laughter
sweet sounding
flare
afresh
from a sacred
grove
caresses
revery
&radiance
bloom
in a whirlwind
of
longing
return favour
to the eyes
embroider
and salute
worship
devoted
to
beauty
There’s no moon
The Pleiades have disappeared.
It’s midnight,
I catch the no.48
I’m the only passenger.
Whatever your seed is,
it doesn't want my skin.
You never dream of anything of me:
hands, mouth, arms,
the weight of me on you,
tongue, sweat, old willy boy inside--
nothing of my kind allures.
You would rather some sweet Marie,
her body breasting you with nipple,
her perfume offering you delirious wine--
you want nothing of mine.
But, hey, okay--love me anyway, any way.
Love the life and joy of me, my smile.
Love my unquenchable desire; love that I can see you.
Love that I can have and hold you deep and dearly--
beyond tumble, beyond any touch or tingle.
Sappho
didn't want a beau
she wrote about her lesbian passion
and that sort of thing is always in fashion
posted too late for the clerihew contest!
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