Long Fecundity Poems
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Isolated peat bog is a lonely place never more so than on a storm-driven night. It's a time when the banshee howls streaking across the land claiming midnight for her own. With hair streaming down her back and garnet eyes alight with malice the manifestation hovers watching and waiting for who knows what. Her age is timeless to all intent and purpose she is a prisoner of time itself.
795 AD
As the Viking longboat pushed its way up the narrow river the Norse warriors were on high alert. Carefully watching the landscape as it passed them by. All was green and fertile the fecundity obvious.
Thora was by this time a battle-hardened shield maiden who had earned her place among the warriors. Ragnar, her soulmate, had been killed during the last raid that took place at Lindisfarne it was a bloody slaughter long, long to be remembered.
As Ragnar lay dying Thora took his sword and made sure it was firmly in his hand Valhalla was assured. She looked forward to the day when they would be reunited. However, her first duty was to the unborn. She cherished the idea of Ragnar's child. It made her more fierce and determined than ever.
The story continues: Invasion Part-Two
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Arid, bony-shanked carapace.
Shiny, weathered patina
tells of desolation,
Belies any promise of richness;
Yet when inverted,
Becoming regal.
A tatty, crown implies
The ancient purport.
Tough, yet easily-torn in avarice.
Revealing, inner passion
Shrieks fecundity and blood,
Gleams with shiny liveliness;
Yet when sundered,
Serried jewels.
A secret, inner-order shows
The abundant warrant.
Red, a study of translucence.
Deep-hued, each perfect gem
Fades to stalk-umbilicus,
Foretells the unborn orchard;
Yet when amassed,
Bitter-sweet.
A fruitful sumptuousness gives life
The noble pomme grenate.
The marooned muse floats
with waned creative craving
in the emotive stream of impeded passion,
faces the monotonous stodgy scenario
over the tedious span of time
in the bleary plateau of poet’s blasé block.
That’s when it seeks for
AI’s algorithmic rhythm of ideas and style
within the cauldron of coherent fecundity,
but is downright dismayed
by the lack of Promethean depth,
devoid of the nuance of imagination impulse.
The chord of heart’s violin doesn’t resonate
with the unique personal touch,
for the melody of lyrical longing
remains unreplicated in the artificial sonata.
Ice cold, bitter in its wake
The last truly cold autumn that touched the world
A precipice of endless promise
For those willing to leap in it
Those words meant nothing, were nothing
Nothing but a flimsy plastic shield
To deflect my flimsier shale knife
From excising the truth from wicked lies
In all rot lies rebirth
Fertility and fecundity from things fetid and festering
Two hedgehogs bled dry through contact
Reaching out for something to make sense of
Tender moments, tender wounds
A broken foot, a fileted cleft
In moments of doubt and distrust
Dutifully caring for the other as we pledged
Sunset, sunlit
Aflame in the orange glow of Sol
The only truths we could accept connected
Clenched, drenched and parted with a kiss
Bitter and desperate
Intent solely on wounding each other
Plaintive mewls for connection were ignored
As actions of espionage and subterfuge
Words meant nothing after all
A cry for peace? For love? To return to what once was?
Or a trojan horse, rupturing within?
Love was war, and all was fair
So I waited for the end and took it when offered
Hooks and claws tearing chunks of flesh from me
Leaving tender wounds I still lick in remembrance
Whenever sad words come surging back
I paced placidly along picturesque pathways,
Around the vast verdant valley that led nowhere.
Oh Debbie, my Debbie, disappeared in thin air!
I'll search and I'll search and mutter a prayer,
I texted her and called her, but alas all seemed in vain.
Ah Debbie, my Debbie, I shouted her name.
All echoed back at me. still, I yearn for her love.
I imagined her hot lips, lingering on mine,
Yet she escaped me and flew like a rock dove,
But why, oh why? We fitted like a glove.
The blissful breeze blew through the cottonwoods,
"I'm here! I'm here!" Her voice echoed impulsively,
Elated I searched among the trees near a river.
I saw her there, beneath the willow, seductively.
I ran and hugged her tight, with all our fecundity.
People talk of the birds and bees
As a placeholder for the broader world
Reproducing in fecundity along with May flowers.
But there’s a deeper reason for the association
And it’s the sight and sound
Of them being relentlessly busy.
We notice them, their flights
And their buzzings and chirpings,
And more importantly we feel those sounds
In our very core,
A vibration that relieves of us stress
Releases endorphins
Makes us whole, and thus holy,
And reminds us
Maybe we too should take the time
To dance and sing, and build our nests
In the rejuvenating comfort
Of spring’s warm embrace.
(5/3/26)
AFRICA
O beautiful woman,
Africa,
Admirable woman of
the tropic,
O lustre of the
earth bathed with
sunlight,
Today and ever
I bask in your warm
delightful bosom!
Black woman, fine
nature’s artwork
From primeval
antiquity;
Well-endowed ‘scape,
heaved backside
Sitting on a vast
plateau
Washed from all
sides by
Lakes, seas and
oceans!
Black beauty,
enrobed in lush
greenery,
Crowned with the
star;
Round her neck and
waist line
Adorned with
precious coral,
Gold, pearl, diamond
and sapphire!
Oko mi, whose
fecundity
Has flourished the
earth with life
Where faunae find
their natural home
And hominids take
their root!
O Mami, let your
soil be where
I spring up
And my remains form
your dust
On which aliens
would ever tramp
To behold your
charm!
Itsoghole.
I pay homage to you, venerable divine Goddess!
You are one in many; many in one; Isotropous!
You are incorporation of Aditi, Bhairavi,
Durga, Gayatri, Laxmi, Rukhmini, Saraswati...!
You are the goddess of the east and west and south and north,
And every other direction of the evolving earth!
Your spirit pervades each and every particle of life,
Of each atom of the nucleus of every fine fife!
You are the merger of each perception and consciousness,
Goddess of each little element of the universe!
You are ever past, present, and the future endlessly,
You are fertility of beauty, knowledge, victory!
You are fecundity, wisdom, music, and every art,
You are an indwelling, impelling lover of each heart!
Help me, dear goddess, that I may tell of your great stories
Of the past and present and future for all your glories!
Humanity may learn from ages to become more human,
And orient their lives to the future graces... Amen!
20 October 2021
Artemis hunts again.
Goddess of the wild, of childbirth, and children.
A nurturing visitant accompanied by her nymphs.
She hurtles through the void of space to pirouette the Moon.
Wise with earthly virtue, she becomes a chariot for the stars.
Artemis hunts again.
We join together to watch her mission.
We forget our differences. Is this a momentary solidarity?
She teaches her lessons of kindness and compassion.
What have we learned? Are we listening?
Artemis hunts again.
Rockets explode into the pitch-black vacuum,
floating away from orb Earth, a crystal ball out the window.
Swinging into the deep shadow behind pallid ghost Moon.
Swinging round and careening back to Mother Earth.
What kind of adrenaline rush must this be?
Artemis hunts again.
Protector of wild animals and children.
May she protect the astronauts she now carries.
In this vile season of cruelty, we need her more than ever.
Men of power use their station to ravish the tender.
May she protect young girls from rape and abuse.
May she turn all the abusers into stags or bears.
Artemis hunts again.
Her descent back to spheroid Earth brings her home.
Some will worship her in cults of forests, lakes, and springs.
Others believe her to be the goddess of the Moon.
Fragrant nature will welcome her with fecundity,
while the world of humble humans
celebrates her return.
Nature's the beginning and end of life
Consummate wisdom nature recycles
Summer's zenith fecundity is rife
Orbital spin seasonal revival.
Spring and summer glorious renaissance
Freshly beautiful with colours galore
My heart uplifted a joyful response
Magnificent moments to be adored.
Orbital spin brings autumn and winter
Orange rust debris falls littering ground
Recycled autumn, weather turns bitter
We are riding nature's merry-go-round.
Snow softly falling white landscape relished
Deep winter sleep, nature rejuvenates
Spring will arrive buoyantly replenished
All fate does Mother Nature orchestrate.
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14/07/2022
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