Best Nin Poems
"Brave New World"
In a Clear Blue World
spirits strike matches
inner flames capture
dancing magnetised
towards intimate
Shining Light
melting like
liquid diamonds
Ultra Muses
fusing bright
magic lyrics
healed compositions
mirrors merge tight
no division
hearts forever blooming
unfurling like sweet
Anais Nin’s Roses
they’re salty divination kiss
sheer delight, rapture union
hear their kindest war cry
Revelation's arriving -
LOVE REVOLUTION,
it’s a
Brave New World.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 Jan)
1.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eJSik6ejkr0
2.
Psalm 13 For the director of music
Matthew 14:22-33
Colossians 3:14
3. Anais Nin Roses
Categories:
nin, baptism, destiny, future, inspirational
Form:
Free verse
"Blue Carnal"
Libertine take your time
unlace the chords of
the corset of my mind
cerebral you take me
walking barefoot towards you
like your welcomed stalker
through your windows
twin mirrors
naked flames'
unfurling reflections
Your mind is the tide that turns me
I am walking on the edge
Omnipresent you turn me over
dissolute you are too fast and hot
Blue Carnal
I am your soft core hard reckoning
(LadyLabyrinth/2018)
https://youtu.be/P3BPLzPOCxo
"She returned many times to this apartment. Her desire would begin long before each meeting, as she dressed for him. At all hours of the day his perfume would issue from some mysterious source and haunt her. Sometimes as she was about to cross a street, she would remember his scent so vividly that the turmoil between her legs would make her stand there, helpless, dilated. Something of it clung to her body and disturbed her at night when she was sleeping alone."
(Delta of Venus, Anais Nin)
Categories:
nin, blue, desire, fire, for
Form:
Romanticism
"Picasso Blues"
Blue Sky
met
Blue Feather
on a
Blue Day
Collaborating
a slow dance
across the
lost dance floor
crowded
with more
than a thousand
hidden
keys to truth
ignoring
a thousand
poker playing
game changing
whispers blinking
in the dark room
poetically
seduced
immersed in
mirrors
shades of
dark and light
fingers playing
out notes in
quite volume
drowning in
black and white
to loud
slow rolling
Picasso Blues
silence
in a moment
romanced
no noise
and those
wide open
emerald green
hues
reflecting
freediving
fathomless
Periwinkle Blues
(LadyLabyrith/2019)
"Picasso Blue" / Might Mo Rodgers
https://youtu.be/AkPcNCnQU70
"I'm So Lonely" / Mighty Sam McClain
https://youtu.be/zBFjWr_sJh8
"Am I the One" / Beth Hart
https://youtu.be/ziy_WKNnNNk
“[...]the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”
Jack Kerouac, On the Road
“Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.”
Anais Nin
"Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry.”
Jack Kerouac
Author's Notes: ;)
1. https://buddyguy.com/index.cfm
Categories:
nin, blue, poets, romance, sensual,
Form:
Romanticism
"The softness of the summer day like an ermine paw."- Anais Nin
Soft is a tissue or a cotton ball.
Soft was my old teddy bear I recall.
Soft are some foods like oatmeal and rice.
But soft crème brûlée could be twice as nice.
Soft is the butter spread on soft bread,
and soft is the pillow where I lay my head.
Soft are those fabrics so nice on my skin
like the blue velvet gown I like to dress in.
Soft is chinchilla, chenille, and mink.
Soft are the wool clothes I hope not to shrink.
Soft is my favorite pair of silk panties
and soft are those pink and blue cotton candies.
Soft are the lotions smoothed onto my face
and blankets which on winter nights I embrace.
Soft on my tongue are flakes of new snow,
and soft are spring's breezes that most gently blow.
Soft are the petals of flowers so pretty.
Soft is the fur of my precious small kitty.
Soft is a baby's cute pudgy cheeks,
and soft are the words that a kind person speaks.
Soft are the feathers of a white dove.
Soft is the smile of the one that I love.
Soft is his hair and his dark eyes so sweet
and soft are his kisses whenever we meet.
Categories:
nin, remember,
Form:
List
it isn't what it is
it is what it isn't
a window
a prism
a lens
a schism
fresh metaphors and similes
the light from which the darkness flees
that lets the eye
see what it sees
removing blinds
transforming minds
it isn't what it is
it is what it isn't
"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are."
-Anaïs Nin
"Art isn't the truth. Art is a lie that makes us realize the truth"
-Pablo Picasso
Categories:
nin, metaphor, simile, surreal, symbolism,
Form:
Rhyme
“Rewind Forward”
Memory mirror
supple sylph yields
and naked
walks through liquid glass
towards your dark eyes
to float in black
legs wrapped
rapture drawn deep
unclothed into your arms
bathed bare
you climb my mountains
pull me in
your fingers coiled
tight and unforgiving
around my silken hair
mouth drawn to bare
omni amor libido
opalescent skin glistens
slow dance
silence listens
caught in time
elementals float in the aether
no walls no stairs no roads
bodies in rhythm rhyme -
in your dark mirrors
are all my blue skies -
dream duelling flames
tongues do not speak
they torch a burning blaze
there are no nights
there are no days
two flaming souls
deep dive
erotic waves
they read no maps
trysting in their lovely trap
Pantoums
each the other world
Phantom
opium kissed lips
repeat repetition
Ships lost at sea
in our ghost myst
a fierce longing
a holy confederacy
Kisses long and languid
Luscious long neck licks
Drink my life
Your need is met
my mead is sweet
and want is whet
Honey swallowed
lost in the love
love in the lost
trapped in the net
an open cave
doorway
where lush moss
waits wet
treasure found
treasure kept
sensual salty
her sea is met
pounds to your
foreign uncharted shore
two rare pearls
are free yet
bound and kept
on the other side
awake forever
with the never slept
hearts open
wounds bleeding
turn the key
Mirror Memory
(LadyLabyrinth/2018)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OqEZ_RQ4Cm8
"Flashbacks", Emika
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wF6v7yCthd4
"Flashbacks (reversed)", Emika
“We did not touch each other. We were both leaning over the abyss.”
Anaïs Nin
“Our love would be death. The embrace of imaginings.”
Anaïs Nin
“Secrets. Need to disguise. The novel was born of this.”
Anaïs Nin
"But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover..."
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Kubla Khan
Categories:
nin, desire, for her, for
Form:
Romanticism
Today I seek the sun,
it's gentle painless play-
words of winter warmth
spur me on my way,
away from death wish,
daily things gone wrong.
Today I seek the sky -
empyreal blue bowl
that stretches thoughts so high
above an endless flow
of clouds caught carrying
this season's rain and snow.
Today I seek the earth-
created solid, oh so sure!
each grain linked to birth,
to death, to my clay feet
ferrying everywhere
life's sublime design.
Today, I seek the sight
of eagles and their wings-
let insight be given free flight,
not as instinct, but free will,
And still find a resting place
in conscience, human limits.
Today, I seek wild ways
of nature, just out of grasp.
Human natured though I am,
God's finger binds mind- heart in clasps-
flesh and blood married
to spirit's inclination.
Today I seek creation -
space, earth, created ploys
designed to bring me back on course -
marvellous designer toys -
The Almighty's mind in miniature
creates in me a purpose.
Today I see my self
earthbound, then soaring -
albatross escaping safe
from earth's dust bowl arena,
from humanity's wild roaring
freed, to search for peaceful dreams.
Today, I seek tomorrow -
a hope beheld, faith's make-me-believe
as bone producing marrow
makes vital force live by my blood,
so heart-man, blindly pumping,
can try transcend the dust of death.
Today I sought my self,
living soul, dying past -
yesterdays given up
form mortal man's newfound mast
supporting eager search for truth.
And then I'll live - at last!
23/12/2019. Repost.
Notes: Soul: a human being - "SOS=Save Our Souls." "Old King Cole was a merry old soul..."
"Strong souls live like fire-hearted Sun's, to spend their strength in further striving
action." - George Eliot.
"Soul" ="Self" = The person considered as a unique indvisual.
"The inner chambers of the soul are like the photographer's darkroom.Like a
laboratory. One cannot stay there all the time or it becomes the solitary cell
of the neurotic. Anais Nin.
"Soul Search" = anxious self analysis regarding one's beliefs, motives, moral
qualities, etc.
Categories:
nin, appreciation, celebration, how i
Form:
Carpe Diem
She sees herself suddenly as a small girl
bare feet on the cold black and white tile
little toes curled
sees the white porcelain tub and
how pretty the light blue water was
so deep it almost came to her chin
as she climbed in
For hours she'd play with her dime store sailboat
loving it though it would hardly float
always taking on water
listing, never level
her wet skinny back hunched over
shoulder blades like primordial wings
every few minutes she'd have to shake the thing
Trying desperately not to break the spell
of pretend
and when
it was time to let the water out
she'd always stay to watch the water drain
weighing the emotional pain
both fascinated and horrified,
as the suction intensified,
by the force of the water
the unstoppable slaughter
waiting for the inevitable rotation
to begin
the dizzying spin
Slowly at first growing faster and faster
a miniature cyclonic water disaster
The dime store boat of course on its side
circling faster in the relentless tide
Then the drain would give a horrible belch
much satisfied with itself.
As she grew the tub got smaller
with shallower water
less and less room
for pretend to bloom.
Years later, dime store sailboat long forgotten,
life having been mostly rotten
working with the most cynical of cynics
ER nurses bitter that it's more like a clinic
runny noses and coughs that folks thought were urgent
working hard to save those who were truly emergent
Hearing from them the phrase: "circling the drain"
memories suddenly flooding the brain
almost able to feel herself as that young girl
watching the sailboat beginning to swirl
Feeling the blood drain, face going pale
she sees vividly the boat with its bright red sail
yellow hull and blue plastic deck
fine hairs rising on the back of her neck
She realizes now the fatigue of age
is from fighting the pull with defiant rage
The closer you get, the faster you spin
and soon the dark whirlpool draws you in
With a knowledge that seems to be purely primal
she now understands the downward spiral
And she knows that she will not put up a fight
she'd rather go silently in the dark of the night
And the dime store boat comes to rest on its side
so it's all come full circle at the end of the ride.
SADNESS
©Danielle White
Categories:
nin, childhood, introspection, life, nostalgia,
Form:
Lyric
"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are." - Anaïs Nin
a world of mine - the world of me
it's all the world i'll ever see
the only world that's spinning free
one world i'll ever have and be
but oh how grand could i but flee
this frame of dirge cacophony
to wend a song or two (or three)
a softer strain - another key
of life where sharp and flat agree
where they and i and you ...
are we ...
well i can dream, yes i can dream
if i but shut my eyes ...
~
Impulse, enter
Senses and sensation
Stirred with an indexed intent
All one dark, filtered aberration
A distorted lens of chaos and care
Carnal portions, meant holy
Divine, meant irreverent
I sit upon the marble, blue ... twirl
Views change, but perspective is a cold mute
Blinded by my vatic eyes alone
Cursed to but one sill ...
Shattered.
~ 9th Place ~ in the "She Inspires Series - AN" Poetry Contest, Maureen McGreavy, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
nin, analogy, introspection, life, world,
Form:
Free verse
"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are."
-Anaïs Nin
Our thoughts
Our moods
Our filter
There is no reality
Only interpretation
Perspective
A smile
Hopeful optimist
And love is in the air
Happy moods much like sunlight
Scatter sparkles
Of joy everywhere
A frown
Frustrated discontent
Bitterness much like clouds
Throws dull shadows
On every surface
A peaceful attitude
Gentleness within the heart
The optimal way to
See things as we are
AP: 2nd place 2020
Submitted on February 2, 2020 for contest SHE INSPIRES SERIES-AN sponsored by MAUREEN McGREAVY - RANKED 5TH
Categories:
nin, cheer up, how i
Form:
Free verse
"The Queen's Slippers - Part 2"
There goes my heart
with bags packed
no turning back
or final wave
seated hooded next to huntsman
innocent, gauche, temperamental
There will come a time
to save,
but save oneself
on this dark road,
one must -
There will come a time
to talk,
but walk the talk
on this dark road by oneself
‘tis the True Lesson,
to Win-Win,
one must.
A gold wedding ring
A delicate diamante crucifix
An open heart
Some words inscribed
Latin to remember
casually tossed aside
Sterling Silver
broken in seconds
That is the past
Life now beckons.
Lost. Much later. Lost.
A Soothsayer sees –
A Soothsayer knows.
A Soothsayer has walked
the same Road.
Bluebird's and Cuckoo's nests
glittery material things
carrots dangled by withered carrion minds;
True wealth are the hidden maps
buried in the Lost Forrest of Time.
There is an owl it perches
on my heart
digs it’s talons in like
nine inch nails piercing
it softly hoots, too diabolical
for screeching
The Owl slowly turns it’s eyes
towards the Reader
a silent voyeur trespassing on the kill,
it digs it’s talons in sharper
blood flows claret stained
drop by drop
into the Poison Chalice, again,
blood flows warm and free
it’s pumping with life yet, see?
Soon, too soon it will come
tomorrows are never guaranteed.
Above it’s right talon a sterling silver anklet
it holds life in balance, still,
Warm with life
Cold with death
The fine line drawn between
Imperious over lifeblood’s flow
Inscribed, in font Gothic,
The Owl’s name is POE
Gently, the writer places the hood over POE’s eyes and kisses the top of his head. Our writer, dear reader, brings out her Queen’s Slippers. Hearts are in her mind, she’s playing “NO TRUMPS”.
(Lovejoy-Burton/Feb 2018)
1. In Australia, the Joker in the Queen's Slipper brand of playing cards depicts a Kookaburra, a bird native to Australia with a call that famously resembles human laughter. In Australian games of 500, the Joker is often referred to colloquially as "The Bird"
2. "Do You Love Me", Nick Cave
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lZGPB4463mM
3. "The Day the World Went Away", NIN
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YtmI6j3R-Y0
Categories:
nin, imagery, life, love,
Form:
Free verse
AALIS KA PALA
PLalakaw Kabs
Elementary Grade Ballad Song
TAGALOG
Aalis ka pala,
at ako'y iiwanan,
Ang pupuntahanmo,
sa malayong lugar.
Hindi ba'tnoong una,
ako ay iyongmahal.
Kahit sa pagtulog,
binabantayankita.
Ang hilingko lamang,
kung may mahal ka na.
Kung may mahal ka na,
limutinmo ako ...
MARANAO
P'lalakaw ka bs,
p'lipatan akungka.
Aya zongowan nka,
na so mawatana ingd.
Di kna sa paganay,
saknso garingka.
Bapya so kathurog,
na phagipatnko ska.
Aya phang-nin akn,
na owana garingka.
Na owana garingka,
na lipati akungka dn ...
Categories:
nin, absence,
Form:
ABC
satin sheets slide off
the desk notes fall
softly like petals
as the Maestro
humms along
the symphony
directing
each movement
Summer shimmers
Luna glistens
through shiny panes
the puppet master
raises the silence
hands charter the poignant
sensually inked in mind
the words flutter in the throat
rising like nightingale wings
singing to the Maestro's
feathery quill is an angel falling
racing across the ecstacy
along the face of the other
like a clock watched
the hands on a body
tracing each moment
the eyes worship
the reflection
in each the other
she sings an opera
to the puppet master
like it's the end
of an old world
like something exotic taken
milky orchid datura nightshade
scent of pearl in moonlight
starlit in the morning
lips taste the kiss
to another life
underneath
the layers
time shifting
into another
she unfurls
Candide Diderot. ‘24
"And the day came
when the risk to remain
tight in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took to blossom"
Lakme. Flower.
Anais Nin. Blossom.
Strings. Puppet Master. Delibes.
Categories:
nin, muse, romance, sensual,
Form:
Free verse
"The Honey Masquerade in Delta"
Love and Lust
ignores
ALL
The Others dissolve
who cares, Lovers don't -
Lovers are in a world of their own
Lovers dance
through shadows
Love and Lust
play their own game
Unafraid, they play
Day into Night
Night into Day
Burning sweet like toffee
they play,
The Honey Masquerade
In a World of their Own
The Wheel of Fortune calls
Venus Spins
Freedom
Delta lies her land flat
triangle shaped
beckoning
Free,
but now
Honey Trapped
Apollo runs her like a River
Out to Sea
Love like a poem
sweet vibed and ripe
Lust like a bandit
challenges Love
and ignoring
ALL
Lust takes the shiny, juicy Apple
and temptingly whispers to Love …
"Come, take a bite."
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
"Behind The Wheel"/ Depeche Mode
https://youtu.be/cHpApC0oSCw
"His life rushes onward in such torrential rhythm that...
only angels and devils can catch the tempo of it.”
Anais Nin
“I prefer empty cages, Sabina,
until I find a unique bird I once saw in my dreams.”
Anaïs Nin, A Spy in the House of Love
"One discovers that destiny can be diverted,
that one does not have to remain in bondage
to the first wax imprint made on childhood sensibilities.
Once the deforming mirror has been smashed,
there is a possibility of wholeness.
There is a possibility of joy.”
Anais Nin
"Good things happen to those who hustle."
Anais Nin
“The one thing we can never get enough of is love.
And the one thing we never give enough of is love.”
Henry Miller
“Anaïs, I don't know how to tell you what I feel.
I live in perpetual expectancy.
You come and the time slips away in a dream.
It is only when you go that I realize completely your presence.
And then it is too late.
You numb me. [...]
This is a little drunken, Anaïs.
I am saying to myself,
"here is the first woman with whom I can be absolutely sincere."
Henry Miller
.... obviously, too much whiskey ....
"Delta of Venus"/ Anais Nin
Categories:
nin, adventure, desire, love, lust,
Form:
Romanticism
"The Warm Downward Spiral"
"You’re a warm spoon
I’m hot honey."
he says,
"I know you are"
Ah, the warm welcome
downward spiral
The beautiful madness
takes hold
here in my room
with my
Incubus
love is a verb
spooning hot
honey
over
Blind Man
who now turns
he’s not running
Writes his story
on my pages
with his hands
bold kisses that burn
leaves rustling words
whispering over
pages of skin
Life’s luscious lips
burn their blistering
imprint
I run my finger
down his spine
I place my mark
to save that page
to read over again
and again
He’s a book not yet
fully read,
he’s a story in rough draft
progress yet to be written
sans edit
bold font
never ending
A loose mystery
bookmarked and bound
tight with Red ribbon
(LadyLabyrinth/2018)
“There are two ways to reach me: by way of kisses or by way of the imagination. But there is a hierarchy: the kisses alone don't work.”
Anaïs Nin
"Here in My Room", Incubus
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0IlPlKBXRHE
Categories:
nin, desire, for her, for
Form:
Romanticism