A world arises as dryad clusters of interlaced oysteruos flair umbrellas fairies from sunburst orb piercing rays. Vast umbra fae churn soil into a sea of plush fungi filigree in midst fields blanketed with lush evergreen forestry. Highland's spore-bearing rush wild, elevating charm. The gloaming illumination, an alternate universe climaxes as Jinns grant wishes to intermesh the electric event, an
aesthetic landscape
strawberry capped stems with white
polka dot sprinkles!
pixie’s apple bright garden
toadstool suspects virulence
LET GO (Song )
Let go of multi-coloured cloaks
of rage, of gloat
frothy waves let go
wild, naked...
just so, just so
Mountains watch fields of
wheat let go
of chaff in wind
Sun lets go of light to
present lovely luminous night
( CHORUS x2
Let go, let go, make spaces
for bounties of aces
show your limbs, toes
slender or slow, oh oh oh )
Skulls encapped with sequins
let go of maddening minds
looking for harlequins
they embrace silly places
Be friend, not foe
Glow, nigh or high, no sigh
see afresh what Life offers
everything that climaxes must proffer
( CHORUS x2
Let go, let go, make spaces
for bounties of aces
show your limbs, toes
slender or slow, oh oh oh )
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song2021
This day
of lurking June,
Only ink flows,
In the life of cool jazz, so soon,
Lost in syncopated truths
Of a simple birdsong
Released unto rhythm and language,
Rendered unto conspicuous climaxes,
In an ocean of words,
In elemental stasis to inspiration from the commission,
Of several surprises risked by bubbles’ breathes,
On surfaces where staying Silent is the largest tool.
cold to the touch of warm sandy toes -
ebb and flow of liquid fantasy.
coolness climaxes at her sculpted shoulders.
coral hair, like seagrass, floats.
shapely legs morph. her tail breaches,
slaps salty air, then plunges into the deep.
4/13/2022
Line Gauthier’s Bite Size Poem no 42
We all get religion
when we succumb to intimate sacred events
of our sexual sensuality
Integrity's vast
yet intimate
love potential
Some of us also experience passions
of politically empowering economics
when we win/win cum
to remember cooperative health
climaxes
Stemming from regenerative
resonant root systems
polyculturing rich harmony
Interpersonal
inter-religious
inter-embodied,
transpirited transport
fully abundant
whole sum
cooperative "churched" integrity
Of inter-connected
Anthro and Earth public
climate sublime multicultures
of and for
toward and from health
With double-binding
win/win sacred non-zero sum solidarity
open, sacramental integrity
Whole GoldenRuled
Positively Holy
Holonic systems
Left/Right
West/East
North/South
Up/Down
Out/InFormation
bilateral dipolar
co-arising balance
co-passionately thought
and serene outflow felt
PolyPathic potential
for sacred health
climaxing
globally co-passionate
green eco-churched wealth
of peaking
abundantly robust
and resilient
neuro-sensory
integrity--
Sometimes euro-capitalist predative
Sometimes praying serene
co-empathic healing meditations.
What made Catherine the Great
The Great
instead of merely The Terrible
aristocrat?
Great is not her messianic
multiculturally inclusive
democratic therapeutic intent
Which is a surprisingly ubiquitous delusion
of win/lose
all or nothing LeftBrain
Either deductive persuasive Truth
Or inductive synergetic trust
and lust for Beauty
Rather than win/win
RightBrain co-operative
intuitive BothTruth/AndBeauty
Yang/Yintegral
bilateral Great Climaxes
bicamerally integrating
dialectical InEgo/OutOther
co-empathic consciousness
Actively
curiously
courageously listening
for cooperative
co-passionate
co-governing Greatness
Not quite so
Business As Usual
patriarchal
hierarchical
capital-commodity invested
in StraightWhiteMale privilege
Kinda Terrible
terrifying
aristocratic entitlement.
I wonder if I could have
bright therapeutic impressions
without deformative shadows
of traumatic murmuring depression.
If we are each
a potentially integral sacred muse
part of an EarthPeace puzzling movement
dancing improvisational music
for more gladness
means less Othering sadness
A multicultural
multi-generational opera
longing to finish reweaving symphonic
narrative of our cooperative
win/win co-invested Way
Toward restoring health orchestrations
optimizing climaxes toward culminating
democratic energy
woke up wealth
Of polycultural integrity's rich voice,
synergy choice
Co-empathic
co-invested
resonance of win/win therapeutic
regenerativity is not win/lose
trending toward lose/lose degenerativity
Wondering if we ever had a chance
for bright therapeutic global impressions
without deformative shadows
of traumatic anthro-depression.
Monodies on corona, like dirges, are often common
Many die, senses say, many are, like a carcass, buried
Amidst excessive ‘counts’ of ‘imported’ vaccination
Paramount time spent greatly on nationwide election
‘Masks’, ‘Distance’, they say, nothing ever practiced
'Stars' and 'Models' on ads advise petty pretty precaution
Jobless, foodless run long many a laborers’ marathon
Mothers, fathers, wives, children, kith, and kin unfed
Yet, caring, on their way, many helpless unknown brethren
‘Nation is fit financially’ ‘experts’ assure every so often
‘Rations limitless’ they say, who gets even mosses of bred?
Life becomes, for poor, martyrdom, every console gone
Rich becoming richer and poor pushed head and heart down
Normal citizens are seen, day by day, going hungry to bed
Corporatism has been becoming a common phenomenon
Prices hike like climaxes of tragedies darkness and no dawn
Slogans, as though, anthems and symphonies widespread
Every politician delivering their power-speeches well-spun
Normal natural life paralyzed as though existence bed-ridden.
on the wisp of a dandelion seed
my wishes float endlessly
adrift from the confines of mind
my thoughts arise
with endless emotion
as my body shivers
with the same motion
as these dandelions
beneath the soft breath
of summer's exhale
as it whispers
gently upon them
my heart bleeds for you
with the same passion
as this sun
rising across the sky
it blushes
in the same tones
as my flesh
bared
beneath your touch
i watch
as the kiss
of morning
erupts
in blushed strokes
across this sky
i listen as the birds sing
short ballads of love
within the heated breaths
of summer's sighs
i sigh
as i close my eyes
beneath your touch
awakening in my mind
as it climaxes
with desires
adrift in the rift
of dandelion seeds
June 29, 2020
Let's meditate & get high tell these physical bodies goodbye explore the universe time and space become closer than we have ever come face-to-face
Feel my emotions and my energy force we've never been this deep its par for the course let's understand each other's fears and spiritual minds trust and believe there's climaxes of all kinds
Let go and release meet me in the 5th dimension that's when our bodies don't matter because our spirits are in suspension I see your goals and aspirations too I truly get it now my twin flame and I are now one not two
Jinxy we riding the same wave 96Hz with her knowledge she a flirt 528 day by day we keep our Bluetooth connected that way
Once them spirits touch it's a whole different ball game and that's when your ex go from ol boy to what's his name
Tarts
Chorus
You are not the tart, but I am
For am sweet and exciting
I am indeed the tart, for am exciting and sweeteee
Sweetness of bitter-leaf is the antithesis of nature,
Lacks the wherewithal to counsel bee-stung hunter
Of the sweetness filled in the honeycomb chambers,
Chorus
You are not the tart, but I am
For am sweet and exciting
I am indeed the tart, for am exciting and sweeteee
And nothing could prepare the fresh-married virgin
For the excitement of climaxes, when the beginning
Was an anticlimax of pain and blood and in-depth
Chorus
You are not the tart, but I am
For am sweet and exciting
I am indeed the tart, for am exciting and sweeteee
But the real joy only comes when their is a blossoming ,
And their is enduring fruitfulness and life limitless,
The beauty and passion and playful tantrums of togetherness.
Chorus
You are not the tart, but I am
For am sweet and exciting
I am indeed the tart, for am exciting and sweeteee
Karma walks the many roads
forks at paths of diversion
with signposts trivia directions
She rests at home in herself
multiple voices finding congruence
convenes unravels gathers lose threads
Wholesome gentle nothingness ensues
from inside where streams of consciousness
flow from wetlands and delta to sources and spring
Markers show the way forward
through olive plantations and citrus’s scent
as she licks her lips glows and remains
The kiss of life firmly on her forehead
third eye forming a wondrous triangle
with bright almond eyes and desire
Passionate moments reflect in her fortune
as an amber amulet rises once more and again
when she in-and exhales sweat vapours of love
A myriad of past roundabouts has finally
squared circular transcendent motions
of miraculous moons and one wheel of life
Seeds have been sown and roots have grounded
Anima and Animus are quivering in anticipation
as Karma’s soulmate settles the shivering mountain
Karmus has appeared on the horizon for the feast of
two crescents all in one and one in all forever
when climaxes mount under a star-studded sky
31st August
A pair of clouds
they
ferret
out longings
joyful climaxes
rain
connie pachecho
3/19/17
The ocean journey ends
gathering at the shore.
An undulating sea climaxes
onto the sandy beach
depositing tangles of
seaweed, debris and shells.
Rocky sea caves reverberate
booms of incoming waves
while the incessant cries of
seagulls squawk as they
compete with pelicans for food.
Sea breezes whip up
salty sprays, like diamond
rivulets that splash
skyward toward the sunlight.
A wild symphony of
nature, unchanged by the
passage of time.
Written on 2/1/2016
The view is one of rare and ineffable beauty
as our plane passes over the Himalayas.
Mountains, enveloped in dense forests
embroidered with meandering rivers and streams
exude the soothing radiance of green.
The sky is a panoramic show of clouds
appearing in myriad forms:
layers of vapor surging forth;
fluffy balls floating around
or nestling against mountain peaks;
a goddess majestically looking down;
and soon,
a lion looming through the mist.
All at once, the show climaxes:
it's clouds and only clouds crowding the scene.
They look like mountains of snow outshining
the real snowy peaks they now hide;
as they hide everything else: even the blue sky
peeping out through chinks.
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