Best Clarke Poems
Within Passion's Dream
A Collaboration with Michael P. Clarke (Vladislav Raven)
Within Passion's Dream I hold you close beside the Ocean of Love.
I behold God's heavenly stars and they hold not the beauty of your temple.
You are the glory in my every thought and dream,
let me taste of your divine lips and love shall flow.
Come dance with me through love's divinity;
oh beauty of my heaven your love does sing.
You are all my tomorrows wrapped in a beauteous dream,
come my beloved in the love we share Within Passion's Dream.
Within Passion’s Dream, you are eternally mine,
as we nestle in the ardent arms of an orange-adorned full moon.
Let me enrapture you with the warmth of my legs and breasts,
entwining you in my vines, drinking deeply from the goblet of love.
Electrified by your sensuous caresses that awaken all my senses,
my beloved, your essence seeps into the pores of my very soul.
Whirling in ecstasy from the sweetness of honeydew kisses,
we twinkle through a star-studded Milky Way Within Passion’s Dream.
Within Passion's Dream I am enraptured by our love,
your temple joining with mine in a passion primal in its bearing.
Let stardust caress us as in love's magic we dwell,
your lips on mine and divinity's song is sung.
I lose myself in the eyes of an angel's face,
swimming deep within memories vision.
One heart, one soul, paradise our aim,
I find your eternal beauty ever before me Within Passion's Dream.
Within Passion’s Dream, I behold the wonder that is you,
sprinkling sunbeams and moonbeams showering me with your love.
Bodies and souls merging, we waltz to melodies
of a celestial symphony divinely orchestrated.
Like juicy golden grapes on a ripened vine,
unabashedly spurting their syrupy sweet wine,
tender tendrils of our love do gently unfold and
our hearts chime in rhapsodic harmony Within Passion’s Dream.
01-18-2017
Poem of the Day - 01-20-2017
Note: Mike wrote the 1st and 3rd stanzas, while I wrote the 2nd and 4th stanzas.
Thank you my friend, Mike for inviting me to collaborate with you on this piece, for your wonderful inspiration, and making it easy for me!
Cantas en mi Corazon
Una Colaboración con Michael P. Clarke
Spanish Version - Free Verse
Ven en mis brazos, tu templo tan cerca de mí,
Estoy perdido en tus ojos, la gloria del amor ahora veo.
Escucho la canción de tu corazón mientras estamos en el abrazo del amor,
Cuando en tu abrazo, sé que comparto la gracia de un ángel.
Ahora mi amado, yo saboreo tu glorioso amor,
Tus labios se encuentran con los míos mientras estamos en el Cielo.
Baila conmigo mi amor, de las estrellas de Dios no nos separaremos,
La canción del amor es la canción que canta en mi corazón.
Mi querido, en tus brazos amorosos estoy libre
para florecer como la rosa preciosa que yo estaba destinada a ser.
Un mago del amor, sabes cómo encender mi corazón,
el sabor de tus labios me revuelve con un deseo primitivo.
Amor de mi vida, eres mi única gran pasión,
anhelo tus abrazos porque eres mi adicción divina.
Contigo bailaré entre las estrellas y nunca nos separaremos,
la canción de nuestro amor es la canción que canta en mi corazón.
Sing In My Heart
A Collaboration by Pandita Sanchez & Michael P Clarke
English Version - Rhyme
Come into my arms, your temple so close to me,
I am lost in your eyes, love's glory I now see.
I hear your heart's song as we stand in love's embrace,
when in your embrace,I know I share an angel's grace.
Now my beloved, I do taste your glorious love,
your lips meet mine, as we stand in Heaven above.
Dance with me my love, from God's stars we shall not part,
the song of love is the song I sing in my heart.
My darling, in your loving arms I am free,
to flourish as the precious rose I was meant to be.
A magician of love, you set my heart on fire,
the taste of your lips stirs me with primeval desire.
Love of my life, you are my one great passion,
I crave your embrace for you are my divine addiction.
With you I will dance among the stars and we will never part,
the song of our love is the song that sings in my heart.
06-10-2017
Note: Mike wrote the 1st stanzas in both versions, while I wrote the 2nd stanzas in both versions.
Thank you my friend, Mike for inviting me to collaborate with you on this special piece and for inspiring me with your wonderful spirit and words!
On my Horizon Where Shines Your Light -
A Collaboration with Michael P. Clarke (Vladislav Raven)
Oh my beloved, your dark eyes enthrall,
on my horizon, your Latina heart does call.
Your beauty shining, ever out of my reach,
longing is the lesson that love does teach.
As my heart does sing your love's own dear song,
smiling in beauty, your heart does belong,
within the chambers of my heart of light,
love shines on my horizon, where shines your light.
I hope you know, my heart always sings for you,
in the tranquil dawn, adorned with morning dew.
Take me in your arms for that’s where I belong;
listen to my heartbeat ... listen to my song.
Open your soul to this rhapsody of sweet delight;
with passionate kisses under a soft halo of moonlight.
My beloved, I embrace you in the throes of lucid dreams,
where love shines on my horizon like trillions of cosmic beams.
A symphony of love's ocean shall enter our souls;
we dance in love's light as we touch passion's goals.
Beloved, your love does smile over the miles;
you are the angel who ever beguiles.
Oh Latina beauty your home is in my arms,
within love's perception show me Latin charms.
Temple caresses temple within joy's delight,
on my horizon, where shines your light.
Nourished by our love, like roses we bloom,
unfurling petals, exuding fragrant perfume.
The intensity of your essence has captured my heart;
I have loved you, my darling, from the start.
The flame of love's light burns constant and sublime,
as our hearts fill with ecstasy across space and time .
Soul to soul, we take flight on this starry night;
love shines on our horizon, where shines our light.
11-28-2018
Thank you my dear friend, Mike for inviting me to collaborate with you on this romantic piece, for your wonderful inspiration, and making it easy for me to blend my words and sentiments with yours! Love and hugs. Pandita
Love Letters - 2 - A Collaboration With Michael Clarke-Repost
Love Letter No. 2...Janet Camden.
My most precious darlin' love I come to you across the many miles as my heart it bleeds an undying love for you.How I miss you so sweetheart. Last night I gazed upon the vastness of the velvet heavens and the tears began to fill my brown eyes and fall down upon my ivory face as I whispered your name on the warm southerly breeze. How my heart aches each day that you are away from me my love. Each day I feel a little more of me is wasting away the longer you are away from me.How I long to be held in your loving arms again.I so need to feel the comfort of your gentle reassuring touch .The softness of your words telling me that you love me and will never leave my side and that you will always be with me. Oh, to look into your eyes once more I would gladly lay down my life to know you are safe and with my last breath I would whisper...
~ I Love you~
Love Letter No. 2...John Camden.
My beloved, i find myself more and more lost in memories of you. I never thought i could feel so alone, haunted always by your smiling face. Still, there is an aching in my heart for you and home. Every night i look into the night sky and there you are my Love, my own guardian Angel, watching out for me. I whisper my Love to you and you smile, yet tears fall from soft brown eyes. I shall be coming home to you my Love, one day i shall be there in your arms, tasting your lips and lying by you once again. Tonight i sit alone just watching the sky, seeing you in every star. I think of home , we would be sitting on the porch at this time. My heart aches so to be with you. I long to hold you in my arms again and whisper my Love to you as we lie by the bend in the river. Keep that thought in your mind always. It shall give you some solace through the lonely nights my Love. You are in my thoughts always my Love. Let us make our memories in our dreams.
My Love comes to you on a whispered breath.....I Love You.
Duck Eggs
Granville Wesley Clarke
May 14, 1921, ====July 19, 2011
The late Cracker or Perry
A golden heart stop beating at sunset July 19, 2011
Today my memory is a large duck egg
Yes, that large duck egg, you got from the
Chicken coop, so that I could have it for breakfast”
If you haven’t tried ducks, eggs
it's time to become a tester.
There will be no funeral today,
Only memories of the people we love
I remember the tall trees, in which you
Climbed in order to cut the branches that block the view
And the wind that cool our roof top
I remember our morning strolled in big gully
In which we would go and pick green lemons
I with my small paint bucket, you with your big brown onion bag
with our findings you would fill it to the top,
My small paint bucket I also filled it up to the top:
With my doo rag tied so tight around my head I sweat bullets
my brother old pants protected my skinny legs from the bugs
There we were strolling through the woods
Almonds, I sucked the juices, and hammer the nuts with a rock
As you cut down trees, to finish your pig pen,
There will no funeral today, or weeping
Just good old memories, about the dead
Rest in peace, with the angels,
Until we meet again,
He was our best, an urn in time
With all the fragments of jewelled history
But now today hear how the bells chime
The griot's pen scroll another pain on memory.
For all his knowledge of the scrolls,
the dark charon came and rowed him away.
Surprise translates not in this expectation
urning lark song and sage alike.
The griot, `til his yes were dark as the underworld
of pyramid and tomb, had sung this strange thing
that substanced splendour and dread with a long shadow from the womb.
What is death? What is it to dread?
He who dead kingdoms studied should have known.
He should have seen the ages past and Egypt's glory gone.
Dread never did enter that granite mind amidst the crumbling
of black Atlantic pillars that bore the globe's splendour;
It eroded mortal heart and urned past. Some tolled sweat
to sing what time had done outside his fortress window.
O, he knew by heart how time imperial creeps
and set itself against all a man's desires, urning them.
Death is the coming of the night, the silence of the voice,
the fall of rage like leaf from a temple of a regret.
For all his griot days of song, he was sad to rejoice
now the past is dead, and no presence urns the void
Under Luna's Smile - A Collaboration With Michael P Clarke (Vladislav Raven)
Oh, Luna, in thy glory smile,
as love's most beautiful wonder, I now hold,
where we two do embrace, do linger awhile,
in your silver beams, our love is told.
My most beautiful dream, I now hold in my arms,
what glory divine, shall now come to me,
under your love-light, we shall share love's charms,
my Latina wonder, our love, Luna does see.
Lovely Luna, divine Goddess, shining bright,
drape us with your grace and awesome splendour.
Beam your Heavenly love-light on us tonight,
binding our hearts within love's tender surrender.
Merging in this moment, we're immortal and strong,
with the ancient stars, we're one...one body, one heart.
We embrace and dance to your mystical song,
under your smile, Luna, never we two shall part.
10-24-2019
Mike, once again I thank you, my dear friend, for inviting me to write this collaboration with you. I was thrilled and honoured. You are indeed a true bard of romance, inspiring me to artfully blend my words and sentiments with your loving words. Love and hugs, Pandita
Don Clarke acted like one who’d soon leave.
His callers stood up in compliance,
Then heard the gasped relief Clarke did heave,
To them Clarke’s hurting non-reliance:
The fears of losing his appliance!
“Clarke might his tears wipe with his shirt’s sleeve!”
His stereo that fuels his vain long dance.
Oh! How Clarke loved the songs Big Stars weave;
His mind songs help to strike some balance
Once more, he shall thank Reeve Steve,
For its purchase and song-listening chance…
Meanwhile, play-acting for his callers
Feared by him Disguised Stereo Sellers.
So house proud
Yet nowt inside
This Terrace house
But family
Mum outside
Dressed up in her pinny
Gabby Anny
Gossiping over washing line
With nosy nextdoor neighbor
Proudly polishing
The front door step
Sweeping nothing up
Using vinegar and newspaper
To shine the windows pristine clean
Just before Dad comes home
After he has been the pub
Expecting his Tea placed on the table
While kids are out gleefully a playing
From dawn until sunset
So as not get under mother's foot
And expect a clip around the ear
And come Saturday
Whence I and "R"-Kid meet up
For a bevy before the game
We act as paperboy deliverers
So Dad can pick
And give us his betting slip
To wager on the G,Gee's
Then 4 or 5 pint's well oiled later
We stumble through the turnstile
To win draw or loose
Always leaving vocally hoarse
To once again quench our thirst
In the pub with the shortest que
Until however many pints later
We begin the long hard journey home
Hailing any taxi willing to pick us up
In our weaving drunken state
Mixed kebab and soggy chips in hand
Condiments smudged all across our face
This a day back in the life
Of the past working class
At work and play
On any given day
Street or city
Predominantly
Up Industrial North
Where as the saying goes
By Eck it's Grimm up there
Why on earth would anyone
Wish or want to live there
in the 1st place
Unless you are surrounded by
the sense of community of
these people
And the witty sardonic caustic
black sense of humor unlike
anything other in the world
That elevates the poor to the
healthiest of all
As love and laughter is without
a shadow of a doubt the
best medicine in the world
And even better than that it
costs little or nothing at all
Clarke now washes his trousers and shirts
And wants wife to be washing her skirts.
Not a rule launderers quit the dirt
Release of cash to soap men could hurt...
Washing one's pants touches not one's worth,
A decreed king it won't change nor birth,
Cleaning foul singlet not without mirth,
At one's kingdom one shall, at last, berth...
The truth in what you have heard a dearth,
Like the ones in tales told by a hearth;
It's deserved if into two I burst
And of my sad fate men note the worst.