Long Embryos Poems
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Who are we
in ego's deductive dark winter
decomposing fallen embryos
nurturing healthcare?
Who are we
springtime consumers of inductive light
and dark wet nights
nourishing ecstatically growing life systems?
Who are we
in diastatic summer's full regeneration,
bright light warm absorbing flows
of water's baptismal promise?
risk,
opportunity
for future replenishment?
Who are we
producing fall's winnowed harvests
branching
flowing
flying scattered seeds of time's intense dense integrity?
Advent of four-prime spiral seasons,
light's empowerment
balancing heart-root rhythmic systems
flowing Earth's nurturing river
of rich polycultural
polypathic
polymorphic becoming
Understory for Earth's Ground of Being,
RNA soil languaging DNA soul regenerators,
revolutions enfolding evolution's bilateral Tao way.
Line of inquiry:
“as both this form and boundless space
cravings of ego negated
awake, vibrant yet nonchalant
bliss drenched heart remains elated”
Believe one’s bliss is happiest in youth?
A squeaky-clean parchment with true blue eyes.
A selfishness, of seeking perk, in truth,
Circles the moon at pubescent sunrise.
Yet, surrounded by dark, although there’s stars,
The eyes wizened in pain and confusion.
Insides begin to look at clouds’ tear jars.
Thunders true love, is it an illusion?
The letting go; let spots of wisdom grow.
Portends rainbow, halo of rain; a sigh.
Let go umbrella’s twirl; accept rain’s glow.
Floating in space, like embryos, on high.
Couples, like twins, in water’s depth, don’t drown.
In selflessness, they’ve found a blissful crown.
the long view
We, humans, live to kill; we murder something every day
Take breakfast.
we eat birds’ embryos by the millions
And eat the milk the calf should have for a healthy life
And the mother ends up in a hamburger
Potatoes scream in pain when peeled and cooked in fat
Carrots pulled up by its root are in agony
The same goes for sweet tomatoes that bleed white blood
When cut in half for your salad.
We poison insects over farmland, a fog of poisonous gasses
To make tired soil produce more.
Even the beloved pet, the dog, is not spared; we shower them with misplaced love, doing, make them cling and behave unnaturally.
We ignore the obvious, all life is capable of pain; what are
For us to do is to eat ourselves cooked or fried.
KINDNESS SQUEEZE
Evolving darkness cocoons Mother Earth . . .
Apathy¬ rampant chronic mob disease;
Still, I believe etch to flesh a kindness worth.
An embryos growth waiting ¬ needing ease.
Sun rays choir with wind conceives hope that seize,
Beckons me, I smile to cheer the world in need.
Sprinkling a wilted plant waving back rebirth.
Nameless, unremembered kindness is love seed...
One leisure walk inside boulevard girth,
I say hello to someone named Louise,
Who ask the beautiful spots here in Perth.
Louise says: "It's my first time overseas..."
Conversing slow under cool autumn breeze.
I slowly strew breadcrumbs, I brought, to feed
Flocks of hungry teased birds from seven seas.
Nameless, unremembered kindness is love seed...
Offering calls if she needs anything as I set forth.
I jog while extending my hands and knees.
Heading then to my home near highway North,
I stop, thank God, for the rainbow quilt from trees.
for my niece, I bought the best bagel with cheese.
Not her birthday but because she's nice indeed!
Light ¬dark; good ¬bad her patience a trapeze.
Nameless, unremembered kindness is love seed...
Locked ~ drooping hearts balm is a kindness squeeze.
Tieing strangers shoelace, a kindness head deed.
Sharing a meal with a beggar without fees.
Nameless, unremembered kindness is love seed...
(c)Olive Eloisa
5:20 PM
July 13, 2014
“Phoenix Dreams in the Realm of Crows”
wake up
shake up
kaleidoscope girl
jigsaw
see saw
fit the pieces
she
another world
away
the in-betweeen
flows easily
through the veil
safe harbour
opening
portals
for ocean steering
curious kaleidoscope
stories to sew
the slip stitch
love knot cast
anchor’s raised
time’s racing
discharge fear
or remain
feathers spreading
in the realm
of crows
poetic
messengers
casting their spells
for opening
tombs turning
dead leaves to tomes
in the crowded hideaway
where shorthand, fixed tight to masts,
swings suspended for transcribing
dark nights,
where soft and fierce
treasure dwells
feathers spreading
cunning cuneiform for ghosts
who speak in tongues
transformative
strange letters
unfurling
spreading
deep indigo and
jesserant jet feathers
swords and keys
for plundering
and opening
impromptu places
mysterious better nests
for hidden golden eggs
broken yoked,
freed
spilling silver spoons,
curl love drunk
into warm skinned
velvet embryos
hugging new bodies
of work, slick palaces
for bedding
better never-endings
never ending,
electric muses
flocked
and kissing
sated singing
dreams
in the realm
of crows
the in-betweeen
flows easily
through the veil
safe harbour
opening
portals
for ocean steering
bejewelled St Elmo
phoenix fire stories lit, to sew
the slip stitch
love knot cast
anchor’s raised
astral charting
glossy winged stars
albatross angels
waxing lyrical
follies and flights
ignited, illuminating
phoenix dreams
in the realm
of crows
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Hideaway”/ Queens of the Stone Age
https://youtu.be/2dcbcic06vw
"Let It Happen" / Tame Impala
https://youtu.be/NMRhx71bGo4
"Nothing That Has Happened So Far Has Been Anything We Could Control"/Tame Impala
https://youtu.be/C1VelTQ3hdY
Crow Symbolism
https://www.onthefeeder.com/crow-symbolism/
LYRICS/ “Hideaway”, Queens of the Stone Age
https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/queensofthestoneage/hideaway.html
LYRICS/"Let It Happen", Tame Impala
https://genius.com/Tame-impala-let-it-happen-lyrics
The rosa blanda embroidering your face
will become the veins in my tongue reaching to clog my throat
go past the tonsils and vocal chords and windpipe
down and down still, burrowing into the esophagus
relentless in its pursuit, just, just, just to lay seeds in my chest
tumor a pea, peanut, grape, walnut, lime, matilija, peach, grapefruit
straining muscle surprising itself with the ability to withstand the stretch
craving asphyxiation, those lungs may covet paroxysm
but grieve not the fulfillment of a destiny
this ache, this devastation was meant to be
no, they won’t be careful of what they wish for
you’ll become the air I swallow, and the organ that inhales and exhales it both
viciously lush beauty anywhere and everywhere
so when you see the body that used to be mine,
you’ll gasp in horror or awe or both: which one? I’ll never know
the garden you planted nurses no speech, nor soil, nor hope of infertility
just a promise of bloom and perpetual harvest
a pretty letter from dainty lips, viscous honey quenching its thirst
a giddy blush warming embryos out of stout cases
a brush of apple-sun cheeks dawning moonlight-budding leaves
just a gaze and my heart will melt,
sand that brazenly melds into laminated glass
gifted to strong hands smothered in peppermint lotion
who will keep it safe in their loops, whorls, and arches
brindle cedar irises roots to this infatuation
their existence cruel to a poet who only knows
words mere facets unworthy of describing
fields of cosmoses a cosmos itself
choking on fantasies and tears of scarlet drupes,
I retch out garlands born in guileless meadows
and as the last petal falls,
the sweetest rose hip takes branch
its only sin a love too big
small gifts -
contributing to other's happiness?
# show me a man or woman of simple mind
people who we commonly term as slow #
point out ====>
people
of simple means
Men are now women and women are now men?
People have no more sense, than a rooster or a hen.
People blowing up fatter like parade balloons?
Then, we can float in trash dumps that once
were beautiful lagoons?
We no longer believe in God or His resurrection.
Just destroying the Constitution and condoning violent insurrections?
Dead bodies no longer bother us at all.
We hearken only to Fauci’s syringe shooting calls.
We were lied to, and told us the vaccine boosters work.
My friends who got them, got ill, some died, no
thanks to Fauci, that infamous jerk!
Of course, many are those with no vaccine who stayed well.
And baby embryos used in my blood are akin to my
burning in hell.
Suddenly, there’s polio! Please give me a break!
Stop~I have more brains than either a hen or a snake!
Monkeypox is a now a new STD, a must for pharmaceutical millions?
Don’t you clearly, obviously see, you are not a papillon!
The zany addicted mask freaks are out to scare us all!
They carry the clarion call to join their ghoulish ball.
I cannot bring back my loved ones from the dead.
They believed the lies the WHO and the CDC erroneously said.
And what’s with the spreading just plain fear in comments “Are you alright?”
As if the newest Covid monster were about to kill and alight?
This is Poetry Soup, not Fear Soup, or am I wrong?
“Isn’t life great”, is a happier comment than joining the fear throng.
Joy, love, family and honoring God,
Will give us courage to live, not shuddering,to be buried, beneath the sod.
We will be told to stay away from the elderly, too?
I took one picture of my grandson through the window, and I knew that was nonsense, I would never, never do!
I only state the things I see going on here.
The claws of madness, by a disease called FEAR!
7/28/2022
~2~
“The Monk Windows, Ravens, Angels and Embryos Forming”
Dawn arrives
in the black and white
misunderstood in the abstract
you can see the
embryos of thought forming
always inside us
the children
white angel wings
cover sleeping pages
where raven wings
spread like evensong
in storm clouds cutting
through the dissolving glass
lighter things
are never as they appear
like windows forming
where black monks stand
commanding their understanding
and the ghosts of the future
call the fallen years back in
holding court
staring back with their
vacant hollow faces
waiting for some repetitive
tiring confession from
the yawning windows
before their irreverent blessing
you listen for the sound
that follows the lightening
but all you hear is
the loud beating
of your heart
falling through
the soul’s hourglass
it’s over-percolated dripping
lighter things
are never as they appear
like windows forming
where black monks stand
commanding their understanding
Dawn arrives
in the black and white
misunderstood in the abstract
you can see the
embryos of thought forming
always inside us
the children
the message
sealed for breaking
through the glass house
and its never-ending ceilings
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
gvlm
“Window” / HVOB
https://youtu.be/rDNGrBY512w
Dawn shyly appears above the sea's horizon.
She's wearing several subtle shades of pink.
Much softer hues than that of rainbow red,
a bold color that inspires poets to spill ink.
A pair of white doves fly across the sky.
Upon a journey together they embark.
Pinion feathers of purest white take flight,
trilling a morning song, in tune with a lark.
Sunrise wipes his sleepy eyes then he sees
skies blended with the color of a ripe peach,
like the second band in a rainbow ~ orange.
Third arc of yellow, as golden sand on a beach.
The doves stay clear of seagulls diving for fish,
for those are not tasty things that doves prefer.
Two busy aviators, shadows cast on the sun,
focused on their mission, wings in a whirr.
In a verdant meadow are the trees they seek
in the rainbow's color of green, they rest.
Huddled together, they decide it's the place,
so, in branches of an oak, they build a nest.
A task they hurry in doing while skies are blue.
The fifth rainbow color without clouds nearby.
Twigs and leaves entwined with feathered down.
With the sun half risen, two white doves unify.
Eggs laid; she shrouds them as dark clouds swirl.
Heavy with rain, they're a deep shade of indigo.
Sixth in a rainbow's arc, between blue and violet,
Mother dove guards her embryos as winds blow.
Morning sun has disappeared for a little while.
Soon the storm will fade and move on its way.
Then a rainbow's arc will stretch across the sky,
and two doves will coo, white feathers in array.