Invert Poems

Banned Book Club V

If our love is a sin, then heaven must be full of such tender and selfless sinning as ours— Radclyffe Hall

Explore themes of love and identity
Of Stephen Gordon’s innate sense of masculinity
Since a child, her desire,  ‘women’
The idea that if love is considered a sin 
The unfolding of a female sexual invert
The act of loving must be a tender selfless act, revert? 
Love itself is not inherently sinful or
complexities of love, we shan’t ignore 
But rather the circumstances surrounding it
Misfits from Malvern to London and then to Paris!
Ira furor brevis, the frailty, taboo and strife
Fellow q***r characters, all walks of life
From the *sapphic salon hostess Valérie Seymour
To the 'miserable army' and more
of outcasts that frequents the 'merciless
Drug-dealing, death-dealing' bars of Montmartre
Written in another time, still support and solidarity to
generations of LGBTQ genre 

*Sapphic is an umbrella term for same-gender loving women or woman-aligned people, including lesbians and bisexual+ women. It is used to describe topics, activities, and ideas related to same-sex attraction among women. The term can also refer to the Greek lyric poet Sappho.

She Sits Alone - POTD

The visitors arrive and I must bear
Their comments are not that I really care.

I stare at them as they would stare at me; 
Until they break the ice, act so beastly.

Listen to their litany of abuse,
"Look well, her eyes are closed, having a snooze?"

"Isn't this an invert of a known painting?"
"Nice auburn hair though she looks like fainting."

"Not as good as Mona, now that's a dear."
I cannot understand why they come here.

They dare compare me to that wanton lass
How many men know she was sick, alas?

Finally, they leave except for one man.
I know that I can return his love for me.

If it were in my power down I'd come
Leave this mural, on his lips and kiss him some.

The painter draws our love and endeavour,
Happy; we'll be each other forever.

Invert the Image

reversing polarity totally 
we become the bliss flame
delighting in piercing form
meticulously cleansing sins*
(*a euphemism for ignorance)
illuminating decaying body
and igniting toroidal heart

we see deluded ego identity
apprehensive feeling bliss
being magnetism unknown
and so we comfort the ego
by taking it up Jacob’s ladder
step by step till it recognises
that all that is is Self alone

King of Spades

You say I’m made to be a spade but that just curls my wings
I sit here ready to scoop up the widest range of things
Scooping apples off the ground and thrusting them all forward
To where the wheelbarrow awaits as I denude the orchard

They say to call a spade a spade is honesty at work
I do not know who said that but he was a total jerk
For spades can dig a tidy hole as that is what they’re for
But I can dig a hole and I can do a whole lot more

So if you call a spade a spade, it isn’t quite a sin
But please accept that if you do, you may invert my grin
For mixing sand and gravel in a mix of three in one
Is something for a specialist, and I, indeed, am one

So grab my handle, use your foot to push me in the ground
Make a hole that’s very square or even one that’s round
But when it comes to flinging all that soil to one side
Only I can do it best for I’m so very wide

Time was when a cellar-man would use me scooping coal
And industry employed me as its furnace feeding soul
I’ll always fight my corner and I’ll state my case real loud
For I am no mere spade; I am a shovel and I’m proud!

Inversion

Water flew,
it was above my head
waving or flapping
or did it row?

The boat
was a situation
adrift inside a cockleshell.

I recall the moon vividly
for it was not there.

Dreams fold inwards,
invert and leach
behind shuttered lids.

Searchlight-sight turns to floodlight,
the peripheral is everywhere.

Awareness rises to the top
rocking back and forth
heart-waves - tolling
like a sea tossed buoy,

Sometimes, mid-deep in flight
you find a paddle,
sometimes you don't.

Invert Polarity

Invert polarity
of mind-body with space,
that subject-object merge
in singularity,
giving rise to bliss surge.

Invert polarity
of fears and dark desires,
two sides of the same coin,
rooted in attachments ~
let’s with silence rejoin.

Invert polarity
by going in, within,
in thought rested stillness,
simply by letting go,
entwining with oneness.

Invert polarity,
by ceasing to resist,
making our heart porous,
receptive to God’s love,
felt as a bliss torus.

21-June-2022

Omnipresent Space

Omnipresent space, alive and aglow
This feeble form we encase is but dust
Invert polarity in stillness slow
In parity with void, feel form combust

Ego thought spirals, cover soul with rust
Yet cleansed once patterns of old we let go
Sans fears we vaporise, gaining God’s trust
Omnipresent space, alive and aglow

Flowing thus, in the boat that love does row
Love and light divine, transmutes body crust
God’s the source that does aliveness endow
This feeble form we encase is but dust

Oh weary hermit, God-connect’s a must
In resonance with love, gently seeds sow
False falls away - envy, anger and lust
Invert polarity in stillness slow

Abiding in stillness, feel our soul grow
Manifest within, magnetic bliss thrust
Into each node of form, does thus burrow
In parity with void, feel form combust

When with pulse of love, we choose to adjust
We embrace those, who ego deemed a foe
All then enabled, as was just discussed
God in-dwells our form, deep truth we now know
Omnipresent space

13-February-2022

Invert Vision

Invert vision, enter stillness 
Rest narrow ego view 
All souls one; recognise oneness
Time’s now to fissures sew 

Love alone is real
Exuding bliss appeal
God’s magic that does heal 

End division
Invert vision

09-December-2021
Quietus

Sadness

Invert unhappiness,
Sadness enters stealthily
In my bitter heart.
It plans to stay there.

All around are dying leaves.
It is the last of the Fall.
Soon my heart is entering winter,
Icicles forbid warmth,
Isolation all round.
And I feel the chill and loneliness.

Ideal strategy
Increase happiness
Can I invoke my best memories?
Perhaps its dementia that is my downfall.

Dirt Alert

Invert a skirt
For flirt insert
Quick squirt a spurt
Won't hurt dessert

Free Fall

for Beth

These cloudless nights, the sky becomes a wheel
where suns revolve around an axle star ...
Look there, and choose. Decide which moon is yours.
Sink Lethe-ward, held only by a heel.

Advantage. Disadvantage. Who can tell?
To see is not to know, but you can feel
the tug sometimes—the gravity, the shell
as lustrous as damp pearl. You sink, you reel

toward some draining revelation. Air—
too thin to grasp, to breath. Such pressure. Gasp.
The stars invert, electric, everywhere.
And so we fall in spirals through night’s fissure—

two beings—pale, intent to fall forever
around each other—fumbling at love’s tether ...
now separate, now distant, now together.

Originally published by Sonnet Scroll

Bored

not revving
but remming
her skateboard
rimming railsliding
catching some air
before the extension
she tucked kneed wanting
trick transition tweak topsheet
i tail grab switch tools stoked stall
i no comply nose grind i'm mongo
manual local lipslide k-grind on 
an impossible invert Indy 
grab then hip heel flip
method pump pulls
flick trick flip front
gnarly fast plant
bombed a hill
boned

Incineration of Creation

Disfirgured flesh burns blood covered corpses black. 
Undisguised enemy penetrates a mass killing attack. 
Terrorized millinum pushing forth the diverted Holy War. 
Hatred consumes all peace, opening up hell's locked door. 
Creating choas, violent anarchy throughout the lands of earth. 
Devoured harbors run rampant, with war at hands birth. 
Nation of devastation, Invasion on annihilation. 
Incarnation of abomination,
Incineration of creation. 
Nowhere to hide, not even an escape into the mind. 
Overwhelming pain force, unending death we find. 
Extinction of humans, self indulging in ways of murder. 
Intented destruction delivered, as we take mother nature and invert her. 
Cities collasped, buring humanity forever down below. 
Counntry fields raging fire, flames eridicate and grow. 
Apocalytic doom, mass structures fall to dust. 
Blood stained concrete, mountains full of rust. 
Grey skies raining on, as they paint piles of ruin red. 
Almost a complete massarce, billions are now dead. 
Dedicated to kill each other, until no here remains. 
Will goodness rule, or once again have evil in it's veins.

Strange Days

Oppugnant and invert, 
are the faces of consciousness,
so systematically permuted, 
are the intergalactic fences.
When talking to nature,
walking the trails of great explorers,
while taking a troll around, 
and submerging in those dances.
Distinct is the face of nature,
For the man, machine and transients,
A play it is, of the heavenly pieces,
of perfect music, what are the chances?
The musings of nature, so calm, quiet, divine, 
An art is it all about, a collection of strange instances.

Be the Joy You Were Meant To Be

Frolic
Enjoy life
Play
Be enthusiastic

Celebrate niceness
Be honest
Be fair
Find your bliss

Be a gentle soul
Listen
Care
Be trusted and revered

Look for the good in everything
Exercise your faerie soul
Invert your heart
Fearlessly pursue your inner angel

Frolic
Enjoy life
Play
Be the joy you were meant to be

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