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how beautiful is your beloved,
the one adored of your heart,
when she has returned from the meadow!
my beloved, my darling,
my heart longs to you love
for that is all that you created!
I say to you:
See what happened!
I came ready to trap birds,
snare in one hand,
my cage in the other
together with my mat.
all the birds of the land Punt
have descended on Kemet,
anointed with myrrh.
the first to come takes my bait.
its fragrance comes from Punt,
its claws full of balm.
my heart desires you
let us release it together
I am with you, I alone,
to let you hear the sound of my call,
for my lovely myrrh-anointed one.
My god, my lotus
The north wind blows
How pleasant it is to go to the river.
My heart longs to go down to bathe before you,
that I may show you my beauty in a tunic
of the finest royal linen,
drenched in fragrant oils,
my hair plaited in reeds.
I'd go down to the water with you,
and come out to you carrying a red fish,
which feels just right in my fingers.
I'd set it before you, while gazing at your beauty.
O my hero, my beloved, come and see me!
am I not here with you?
then why have you set your heart to leave?
why don't you embrace me?
has my deed come back upon me?
if you seek to caress my thighs
is it because you are thinking of food
that you would go away?
or because you are a slave to your belly?
is it because you care about clothes?
well, I have a bedsheet!
is it because you are hungry
that you would leave?
then take my breasts
that their gift may flow forth to you.
better a day in the embrace of my beloved
than thousands on thousands anywhere else!
"NEMESIS"
“Where do Angels go in their dreams?
They go where wolves go to catch foxes,
venturing forth out of small caged boxes
to the Between-Hours of Lost Love Woods”
NEMESIS
is watching her
from his dreams
prowling soft Silver fur
hear his soft-wolf tread,
Nemesis has left his comfortable bed
he is onto her, he is tracking her Heavenly scent
She is Light Angel
spreading luminous wings
shining it all around,
she thinks of escaping
barefoot from this sullied ground;
her skin is cold to the touch,
no longer standing sentry
she's lost in the murky
Between-Hours of Lost Love Woods,
Black Tulips abound
Wolf is stalking her,
her scent makes him wild;
lurking, nearer, ever nearer
invading her dreams of better
neighbourhoods and childish things
simple and clearer, she is
spreading brand new wings to freedom,
away from Black Dogs in their prisons
those kicked out of Heaven,
barking their ignored plea bargains
of rushed stolen innocence, begging -
all of their pardons are lost, 'tis a given,
her hot angel tears turn to frost
Nemesis soft-footed paw,
back arching, he snarls, bares his fangs
then he grins, he's closer much closer
he can feel her in the skin under his fur,
he’s hunting Her down,
breathes his turgid breath
all over "The Lost",
the hidden creatures running quietly wild,
in the Between-Hours of Lost Love Woods;
beckoning her, his low growl ever nearer,
ever never, his hot breath on the prowl
reaching out for her
he’s raging to roar -
in her sees his mirror
There are stories, she hears,
of a Wolf on the loose from his cage in
the Between-Hours of Lost Love Woods -
she forgets the real reason she came,
calmly brings her wings down by her side,
she continues to shine her light all around,
she can feel him
Burning hot breath on her neck,
he growls ever so softly, so clear in her ear,
“Don’t Run Sweet Thing, Don’t Run,
You are found, I am here.”
Black Tulips abound
(Lovejoy-Burton/Jan 2018)
For those absent.
1. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PKiI4RvEyDk
The young couple surveys the area.
Large aged oak trees gift shade.
Thick luscious grass carpets the ground.
Pastel wild flowers dance on the breeze.
The pale blue sky is expansive.
She takes the time to spread each crease
Out of the checkered blanket.
Her hands are well manicured and soft.
He glances at her as she hums to herself,
Unpacking the basket between them,
Pure adoration in his eyes.
They laugh and talk the afternoon away.
The bread just crusts.
The crumbles of cheese minuscule.
A few wrinkled, too soft grapes.
The blue sky gives way to
Pinks, golds and a warm violet.
Wine and cooler air
Have provided an excuse
For romance in a beautiful meadow.
She looks up at him, pensive, in his arms.
He knows her inside and outside, this love.
He shakes his head sadly.
"But it looks so hungry and sad".
He reminds her of the rules as he packs.
She stands, not helping him,
But studying the creature.
"It has to sit in a cage in paradise,"
She sighs, almost to herself.
"My Love," he grasps her arm,
Starting to sweat despite the cooler air.
"We don't bother it, and it doesn't bother us."
He pulls on her arm,
The basket rushly packed.
His eyes trying to focus
On the other side of the clearing.
"I'm just going to give it a crust, b..."
As she put her soft clean hand
Through the bars of my cage,
The crust of bread deposited in my hand,
Her body launches backwards
Blood and bone spraying 360 degrees.
I still hold her hand in mine.
I am already crying
When equal machinery
Launch bullets of
Lethal capacity splitting the man
Into several pieces.
I am left to eat my bread crumbs.
Alone in my cage.
No one to watch parade in front of me.
No one to watch be happy.
I swing the cage door open.
Step out. Stretch.
Look around and scream.
When my throat hurts
I climb back in my cage and shut the door.
I built this.
I'm my own maker and demise.
I will choose my own ending.
Leave me now.
I wish to starve slowly over
Everyone else's bread crumbs.
Perception is the cage in which I’m stuck in daily
My being is a double sided mirror, the thoughts of others are on the other side just barely out of my grasp
I don’t mean to be so over analyzing
Wait.
Do you think I’m over analyzing?
Do you think I’m chill or too anxious or weird?
If you could describe me in five words what would it be?
What do you say about me behind closed doors?
What was your first impression of me?
I’m doing it again aren’t I?
The key to the cage is on the ground precisely five feet away from me.
The bars are vastly far apart.
I could slip out of the cage if I wanted to.
But would they think I don’t care enough to stay in the cage?
That I’m taking the easy way out by slipping between the cracks?
Nevermind.
I think I’ll just stay in here
Unless you’d rather I not.
She is uppercase, Her within the within
out shines the sun, out paces the moon.
Thoughts of a ham sandwich come to a squealing halt
as I recall my low sodium diet -
She (too often to count) plays trivia with existence,
meanwhile, I flutter like a cage in a canary.
Of course, She is not a she and I am not a lower he.
A non-physical womb both transmits and incubates.
Pronouns do not work in Spirit.
Owls perch on the edge of light where the watched
also watches. She corrals wild minds, thoughts bleat
as they are left to stray
creating space for the lone herder -
the one who brings ‘shepherd’s pie’
for all the hungry ghosts.
In a sandbox, many grains plays with others
and that’s okay
for one more transcendental day.
C.A.G.E
Can Anyone Get Enough
Get enough of what you might ask? Just stand clear and feel the blast that blisters and devours us all. Standing tall in a wasteland of emptiness to the knee.
See nothing over the horizon. Arising to the next day , still feeling as if anything has changed. Fortune and fame, came the same way, as many fall victim to the aim of decay. Twisted rattling off in this cage , in this maze to nowhere. Reaching out for just some type of notoriety. Lie to me, extend your hand out to me. Free to do nothing. C.A.G.E. Are you amazed at the conditions, but feel helpless? Invisible yet indivisible by nature. Torn and subjected from the future. Disconnected from the normalcy of knowing time waits for no man or woman. Stand together, locked away in these bars. Nothing left but scars, for these stars and stripes. Bright was that future, now there seems to be a shaded cumulus of clouds. Loud are the sirens, falling on deaf ears. Fears and tears for years, opening more of a sore. Please, where are the keys to unlock the door, to this C.A.G.E? Not alone within this endeavor, cloaked by the secrecy of neglect. Reflect and let your eyes adjust to the reality, when we do naught. Noticing the reflection in the mirror has uncovered itself to be you. Now C.A.G.E (Can Anyone Get Enough) and do nothing?
Darius Howard
The lyric is inspired by the song “The Code” of Nemo,
the winner of 2024 Eurovision Contest
I speak to the rippling wind passing me by
Let you all hear it whisper I’ve made myself free
I’ve broken the bars of the cage
All my captive dreams are free
I paint picture of life with its colors
I was in the dark dungeon
Dreaming of dawn opening up
I broke the bars
Like a bird I flew
On wings of my dream
Found the blue sky
I broke the bars, yeah
Let me tell you the truth
The cage in mind I had built, not you
I gave myself the freedom
Yeah
I emerged from the pile of debris
Roamed in the plateau of pensive life
Aspirations flew on imagination
I grew wings, soared in joyful sky
I let myself float in storm and in clear
Flying up and down
Trace the course of life
I was in the dark dungeon
Dreaming of dawn opening up
I broke the bars
Like a bird I flew
On wings of my dream
Found the blue sky
I broke the bars, yeah
I heard the air whisper the spring song
That’s when I broke the cage
Rhapsody of freedom pulsated in my heart
I heard the air whisper the spring song
That’s when I broke the cage
Rhapsody of freedom pulsated in my heart
I was in the dark dungeon
Dreaming of dawn opening up
I broke the bars
Like a bird I flew
On wings of my dream
Found the blue sky
I broke the bars, yeah, yeah
The Man She Buried
She buried her husband decades ago
He died fighting a needless war
Held prisoner for so many years
He wrote to her every day
Yet, she never heard a word
Her two children never knew their father
They were told stories
But, they never knew for sure
Over time she lived her life
As he became a distant memory
The a day came when a canvas bag arrived
A thousand letters were poured onto the floor
Each one was sent from a cage in Hanoi
Addressed to her, but never sent
She read each one through tear-filled eyes
And as the last letter was put back in the envelope
She fell in love one again
And again she mourned the man she buried so long ago
In a bird's life.We get things like a bird seed
bell, or a set of wood chimes, to wake the house
after a long night sleep.In a bird's life.We get
names like Tweety Bird, Woody Woodpecker, Daffy Duck,
or maybe names like Buddy, Sunny, or Baby.In a bird's
life.We do a parrot's talk, a bird scream, or just a
low sounding bird chirp.To brighten up the sound in
the air all around town.In a bird's life.We get plenty
of bird seed, a squirming worm, a crab, or a small fish to
feed upon.In a bird's life.We like to sing, or repeat what
the master has spoken.We like to fly from tree to tree, or
just flutter our wings in the living room bird cage.In a
bird's life.We like to chase other birds such as cockatoos,
bluebirds, and seagulls over the ocean blue.While our love's
so true.In a bird's life.We feed pigeons in the park, while
we throw bred crumbs all around.In a bird's life..
Bird's Life Poem by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2013,2014..All rights reserved.
Old John's birthday was fast approaching, he'd be seventy-two
And his family asked him nicely what he would like to do
"Do you fancy a nice picnic or sightseeing on a train?"
"No thanks" said Old John "I'd like to wing walk on a plane ".
His family thought he was joking, in fun they all did mock
They said "It will be freezing, and you might die of shock"
He said" I have no fear, and everything will be just fine
I found it on a website, and I've booked it on the line".
His family they were mortified and thought that he was joking
But one week from today Old John he'll be high flying
A week later at the airfield Old John was quite ecstatic
His family on the other hand were all starting to panic.
He had his safety briefing and then put on all his gear
Now he was raring to go, Old John he showed no fear
He climbed up onto the wing and then he got strapped in
The pilot gave him the thumbs up and soon they were flying.
Up into the air now, they banked to the left and right
His family they all agreed it was one awesome sight
The pilot signalled to Old John, it was the grand finale
This is what Old John had wanted all his family to see.
The plane it dived then looped the loop, it was incredible to see
Old John was already thinking of what his next stunt could be
The plane then landed safely his family they were all so proud
Old Johns ears were still ringing; the wind had been so loud.
He'd felt the cold biting wind pressing hard against his face
Jokingly he asked his family if it was still in one place
His wife she then kissed him and asked, "How do you feel"?
Old John said, "I'm starving now, I'm ready for a big meal".
His son then asked him, what his next bold venture would be
Old John laughed out loudly and said "A shark cage in the sea
My life I see as a book with pages that are not written yet
I always confront my fears or there will be blank pages of regret".