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Pipe Dreams

Though I have a woman’s heart; it pounds with
dragon’s fire. Curled about the core of self, 
I have lain in wait for Asia with claw, and horn.

Linked-locks and keys have spined beneath my hand
upon the tourist’s rails of China’s Great Wall where 
builder’s bones rattle for redress upon the wind.

It is not China’s Long but Ryu ’s heart which pounds.
This was no place, no place for me. 

Paper boats zhezhi have blessed my dreams. The 
Divine Wind eases my way across a sea of longing
to Nippon. My two-chambered
heart can have but one loyalty—

I say no to the soldiers, 
strident in beige and red—
Senkaku’s waves buoy me. 

Buddhist temples waver mirage-like in 
a gray-white haze of frankincense, the scent
of ever after, lays about me.

For links of love and family, are stronger, 
than those of coercion and the gun—I will 
island shelter—refine remnants—separate myself
from clay become porcelain—
beneath tori arches; I walk.

A stream in Kyoto 
a bronze statue of a ballerina
dancing on point 

within a circle
of gnats—

First Published in the Spring of 2017 by Illumen

Premium Member Snapdragons and Dandy Lions - Part 2

"Snapdragons and Dandy Lions - Part 2"


The day was cooling down 
pressing itself close into
the amythest and musk pink early eve
as the eggshell pale blue sky rolled over into 
Astor Purple to get ready for sleep.
The Ostrich Ferns rustled, 
We’d frightened the Blue Tongue, he’d run back to his lair. 
Coming in from the Ocean now 
there came a light breeze.
I was looking for four leaf clovers 
and Skink eggs but they were to be found nowhere
while she knelt in her rock garden planting 
Agapanthas, Gladiolus, Calla Lillies, 
Daffodils, Fresias  and Pansies -
there were loose bulbs everywhere
and packets of Tulip
and Blue-Eyed Susan seeds.

Sooty, the Black cat sat
and watched with knowing sly eyes
twitched his whiskers, licked a paw on ‘his’ Window Sill,
he looked very wise.
We’d been making Daisy Chains, 
she’d placed on our hair like Crowns. 
Of course,
3’s always a bad number, it's never neat,
there’d been fights in between – still,
we were her adoring subjects, her princesses and 
SHE our beautiful and kind QUEEN.

“Do you know why I love Snapdragons the best?” the QUEEN declared,
“They’re the knights of this garden – 
they get a bad rap because of their name. 
Look at their faces though,
they’re ferocious not frightened of anything, 
great courage they always stand firm. 
It’s the blasted Dandy Lions, 
well they scare easy,
blow away every time 
there’s a storm 
and they leave a damned mess”.

She looked at us, and said,
“You’re like those Snapdragons my beautiful girls. 
Always stand together. 
Always stand firm”.

(Lovejoy-Burton/2017 Dec)



(1) 
"Under the Ivy"/Kate Bush
https://youtu.be/NvKNzyO4wk0

(2)
"Datura"/Tori Amos
https://youtu.be/WX_dwuF-6oY

1st Monday After Retirement

Things to do:

AM: 
Don’t wake up early!
Spend an hour for breakfast, sip coffee , savor the flavor
Open the TV, look for TFC   (The Filipino Channel)
Inspect Tori  (my dog)  for any fleas.
Haul neighbor’s free wood for winter’s heat.
Clean up the garden  of drying dead daisies.
Organize closet,  set aside old clothing
Call services for the blind for donation pick up
Plan on organizing  picture albums.
Open poetry soup .com  

PM:
Don’t cook! Buy a ready-made lunch! 
After lunch, nap.  Put the carbohydrates to work.
Wake up, blink, repeat!
Stare at the clock on the mantle
Plan on hitting the shopping mall
Hit  Ross,  browse, don’t buy ( tight in budget now)
Hit the thrift store , browse, don’t buy ( space is saturated)
Hit the high end store, don’t buy  (too expensive)

Evening:  
Plan A:  text my  available friend until I run out of topic
Plan B:  Watch TFC:  Walang Hanggan  (Till Eternity) , A Tagalog drama series in TFC

I wonder if the routine is worth  repeating the following day!! EEEK help me!


Ode to A Monster in disguise: The Ocean

Ode to A Monster in disguise: The Ocean



the ocean, a glistening substance that
rules over the world like an emperor
capturing land to achieve more power 
the more she gains
the more dominant she seems
she hides secrets that is blind
to the naked eye and covers it all with
A distraction 
of a 
vibrant color 
of blue and 
sparkles that shimmer in sunlight 

With beauty as rare as hers
she pulls you into 
a trance with her waves dancing through
the rhythm of the wind 
as a melody is being played by the sounds of living creatures
who are trapped within her 
your hands
glide and move with the water
deep
deepper
deepper
until you're so deep, you’ve realized you have 
been swallowed by the depths of her manipulation
she moves your body like a puppet
swaying 
back and 
forth
up and 
down
until she has full
 control

the ocean starts to capture your breathe
as for her own
takes away the vision that you once had

the monster forces power to push you
 further 
into the depths of her satisfaction
till all that's left is a frail figure
that has now
 became
 one with the 
water
she smiles in deception and waves
back and forth on the land
searching for her new target
waiting
 patiently

beauty can be noticed by different
variations
it is better to ignore the 
temptations by 
searching for the
 intentions
of the
heart 



		-Tori G.

Swords In My Hands

“Swords in My Hands”



War paths fade
when she says 
Play Misty for Me

It’s so very easy
hold two swords
drop the Ball and glass slippers

The smile is full freedom
he says, do it again
Victory dance and mean it

Taken in this moment
one sword 
cuts the zumanity ropes

some strange romance;
he says, do it again
I’ll watch you win 

begin
Victory dance
begin
 
she is calling It in,
ALL in,
by Her Self

LIFE
 
body in full flight
against Blue Sky

(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)




"Take to The Sky", Tori Amos
https://youtu.be/__i-CccPdmk







“This house is like Russia, 
with eyes cold and gray.
You got me movin' in a circle.
I dyed my hair red today.
I just want a little passion 
to hold me in the dark.
I know I've got some magic buried, 
buried deep in my heart, yeah….

But my priest says,
You aint saving no souls…
My father says, 
"You ain't making any money."
My doctor says, 
"You just took it to the limit.

And here I stand, 
with this sword in my hand...

You can say it one more time
What you don't like
Let me hear it one more time
Then have a seat 
while I take to the sky, 
take to the sky...

...

This house is like Russia
with eyes cold and gray"









LYRICS/ “Take to the Sky”, Tori Amos
https://genius.com/Tori-amos-take-to-the-sky-russia-lyrics

Those Awesome Folks On Facebook

Those Awesome Folks on Facebook

By Elton Camp

Many Facebook profiles are only a joke
For nobody seems to be an ordinary bloke

Such fascinating lives all of them live
At least based on the information they give

“It’s a gated community where I reside”
The trailer park has a gate to let ‘em inside

They are a professional, they let you know
But don’t tell that they’re a professional hobo

“I drive a long, black Cadillac,” he’ll aver 
But he’s actually a hearse driver, I hear

“It’s direct public service that I do”
But she works at McDonald’s is true

“Retail inventory control is my game”
Shoplifter catcher he is, just the same

“I work hours in the gym every day”
That he’s the janitor, he doesn’t say

If pictures are genuine, there’s no telling
That one looks a lot like Tori Spelling

Just once, this is what I’d like to see
“Old, fat and bald well describes me”
© Elton Camp  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member invasive species

Peter in the summer morning sun
his cool smile shaded by shadows run
his voice as soothing as coffee’s scent
tell me he wasn’t heaven sent

Peter of Malibu moss and Spanish rose
his lips like light-coral, in kissable repose
his legs slouched akimbo, like a tiger’s limbs
how I long to re-entangle myself in them.

Peter’s quick caress, on windy Tropez beaches
aren’t men the most delightful, of nature's invasive species?
I miss the jeweler’s precision, of his warm and playful hands
and how the sun slowly gifted him, with a model’s golden tan.

Peter sipping coffee under a brittle, New Haven sun,
his rough laugh following something silly I’d done.
There’s no cryptic, localized pathology, happening at the beach,
when the two of us are together, our worlds just seem complete.
.
.
Songs for this:
What the World Needs Now by Tori Holub & James Wilkas
be mine by strongboi

Tori Toto

You came into my life 
You were vulnerable I can tell
One shout leads you under the table 
Shaking like an abuse child.

Tori Toto
I brought you to my care
So happy to give me company
Now, I can see the difference!

Your ears stand up like a leaf
So funny and so delightful
Now you turn around dancing 
Like you have won a mega million dollars!

Tori Toto
Never will you find another home again
My home is your home.


Note: Tori Toto is a terrier dog.  She looks exactly like TOTO in the Wizard’s of OZ movie.

Dancing

Her moves want to be famous
She tells her love while she moves. 
She sings like Tori Amos
Lost in peace as she grooves. 
Subconsciously trying to prove. 
Her heart is pure as water
When she dances her bodies less hotter.

Like a landscape of calming green
Surrounded by crystal blue water
Her soul reborn and clean. 

by kristen bruni for Let dance

Tori

a little bundle of fur
when she came to live with us
now she chases ice cubes and
sink gazes all night

Anoda Tori

E be like say e wan tel me anoda tori
I no know why e dey talk about polotiks
Wetin I wan hear be the songs Him glory
Devul , spare me of dis terrible triiks

E be like say e wan to sing anoda songi
I see say e dey dance cuni, cuni dance
But inside me I no where my hearti belong
Devul, I no mind any terrible trance 

E be like like say he wan do anoda movie
He wan fiture me but I no send am
Oh, my heart, soul and spirit is for God my lovie:
Devul no be for you, but for the I AM dat I AM




This poem is wriiten in Pidgin English, spoken by certain tribes in Nigeria… it is written as an 
entry for Deborah’s contest ‘Dialect make the world go round’
anoda tori means another story

Movie Anyone

Zesty zippy zombie sat checking out the Yummy yuppie Yankee that was wiggly 
wishy washy but wealthy as he could be. And even so vary vainly vaguely unfree. 
Till one day, a Tuesday I believe, the tiny twiggy twenty year old named Tracy Tori 
Tory was watching the toothy toughie trickster zombie sitting under the thistly 
thorny thickly ugly tree, watching our Yankee. Now strangely she was a strongly 
sturdy sweetie, and sweetly but swiftly suavely went to see the Yankee to let him 
know of the scummy squirmy spooky zombie checking him out under the seedy 
shaggy shabby little tree. Now to show his appreciation he was really ready to 
rarely ask this queenly quirky quaintly lady to promptly go purely proudly puddle 
popping on their way to a preppy peachy pearly pastry bar with oddly the only 
oldie oozy pastries in the nutty nightly nearly neatly town of Nietzsche where 
monthly a mystery mushy movie played. Since they were both loony lofty lefty 
laddie and lady and lastly the lengthy lively lovely movie was about to play, he 
keenly kindly knightly ask her in a jolly jiggly juicy way if she was iffy itchy 
interested in this imaginatively happy haughty history movie. Well in her giggly 
giddy goofy funny funky flirty easy earthy earthly duly dizzy ducky cutely cuddly crazy 
bubbly briskly bravely aussie arty amply way, said …….. NO!

Lavatory Thought Development

did Picasso dream up Guernica
while taking a *****& did Van Gogh
fantasize about Starry Night whilst
draining the lizard?  how about 
Pollack---though we have been 
told via Ed Harris’ film (the only
art history anybody has anymore) 
that he came upon the splatter by
accident, but how do we really know?
coulda’ been when he was
pinching a loaf---
coulda’ been
coulda’ been.

insert the name of your favorite
painter here:
_________________ &
ask yourself if s/he really got all
their inspiration from long walks
at night, heavy alcoholism, endless
orgies into the morning, a good
smack habit, brushing one’s teeth
with Absinthe, or, if in fact,
it may of just been an amazing idea
which revealed itself while
said artist was in deep potty 
meditation.  

saw in an interview with Tori Amos
once, that she got the idea for many of 
her songs while she was sur les toilettes,
but then again, she believes in fairies...

the point is, all those ideas that come out
when you’re pissing,
just might be the next Sistine Chapel,
the next Notre Dame or the next
piece of brilliant architecture that our
species brings into being---
hopefully without said artist(s) being on
the goddamned church payroll.

Before

A Frozen Life Without A Chance

                               Make It Stop, Please Stop The Bleeding

                                Please Wake Up, Please Just Breath

                                A Frozen Heart Before It Could Beat

                                    A Frozen Life Before It Began







       ***To my good friends Tori and Ray. 
      You've become like sisters to me and I'm sorry for what you've lost.
                                 Love always.***

Strength In Music

Salute my life through the day
I'm a strong woman and humble.
A soldier was born years ago
"I will never slip or stumble."

My future unknown, yet I carry on
Full of light everyday.
Searching for beauty everywhere
"With a smile that won't wash away."

"But there's nothing to do but believe"
In the fate that God created.
One more night to get through
I'm free and understated. 

"Why do we crucify ourselves"
to be perfection in this life?
Sarah Mclachlan says build yourself
And then it will be right.
Eminem raps from his heart
Tori Amos from her soul
We breathe in Telepopmusik
And believe ourselves to whole.

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