Long Fluidic Poems
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oh, the so-sublime motion of your sway
dressed in naught but the moon's wisps
sole fascination of the gods themselves
should Valhalla ever hold the refinement
to abide such flawlessly beguiling rhythm …
from heels to hips to dimpled shoulders
you toss your birthday outfit with intent
seductive swing lassoing my gaze, entire
the drift of your narcotic motion blooms
enough to best the Gardens of Babylon …
yet the whitest, purest blossoms known
would blush to crimson for the sole sake
of your unblemished, magnetic contours
the stairs and stars, swinging in tempo
to the dance of your fair and fluidic flesh …
pray these eyes, do not ever blink again
lest I chance to miss an instant of that
saucy, sinuous, room-sweeping saunter
pray this heart, do not ever thrum again
lest it interrupt your perfect ... cadence.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, October 18, 2019
joy and sadness tangled fate
one came home extremely late
my gleeful sons rods in hand deceitful river, fish they planned
shifting forest running free
twisting turns among the trees grinning water spies the meal
two young boys come to heel
laughing, spinning noonday sun
they bait their hooks in hopes of fun jumping floating rock to rock
follows the stream with no dock
fluidic arm grasps the child
muscled water river wild
lost in waves shifting death
small boy lost, weight and breath
searching, yelling, hoping, praying darkling dusk a night in making silent moan, shifting white
brought my son to my sight.
along the banks among the trees
lay my boy who coughed and wheezed
in my arms my son returned
the memory forever burned
love, live in moments they say
So often time just slips away
my sons they grew
thank god for two
could have been one...
or none
Our rainbow body
The root chakra red ~
blood awakes earth dead,
grounded, yet flowing,
for higher knowing.
Sacral lust orange ~
animal urge strange,
fluidic expansion
by procreation.
Navel tinge yellow ~
power all aglow,
in fiery action,
enables traction.
Heart’s colour is green ~
breath inking love’s sheen;
the seat of our soul,
where we become whole.
Throat centre is blue ~
words glisten like dew,
shaping what’s to come,
bidding each welcome.
Third eye’s indigo ~
tranquil stillness slow,
one with That oneness,
no separateness.
Crown is violet ~
where keyword is ‘let’:
we let God fill us,
aboard His bliss bus.
Rainbow spectrum white ~
prismatic delight,
allows us to choose
hue as of soul’s muse.
23-May-2022
oh, the so-sublime motion of your sway
dressed in naught but the moon's wisps
sole fascination of the gods themselves
should Valhalla ever hold the refinement
to abide such flawlessly beguiling rhythm …
from heels to hips to dimpled shoulders
you toss your birthday outfit with intent
seductive swing lassoing my gaze, entire
the drift of your narcotic motion blooms
enough to best the Gardens of Babylon …
yet the whitest, purest blossoms known
would blush to crimson for the sole sake
of your unblemished, magnetic contours
the stairs and stars, swinging in tempo
to the dance of your fair and fluidic flesh …
pray these eyes, do not ever blink again
lest I chance to miss an instant of that
saucy, sinuous, room-sweeping saunter
pray this heart, do not ever thrum again
lest it interrupt your perfect ... cadence.
~ 6th Place ~ in the "Nude Descending A Staircase" Poetry Contest, John Lawless, Judge & Sponsor.
Last moment of sunset upon a cobalt Ocean;
A yellow halo of a moon sketches its portrait
upon a fluidic canvas and I sink into the
sultry summer sand of a bonfire-lit beach,
wondering if life was once the same on Luna,
Gaia’s older sister.
This ancient cosmos, a library of stories
for the soul to peruse in the ethers;
I tuck away my observations, securing them
in that hall of brain records that,
they say we don’t use.
Faith is a drop of liquid light,
with many refraction’s
the mirrors of spirit reflect.
4-6-2021
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