Long Goddess Poems
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The interviewer is watercolor...green.
The artist, antiqued abstract.
He probes for her deepest sable secrets.
She offers pale nothings from her musky attic retreat-
He nibbles away with baby teeth.
She slugs him in his ochre gut.
With vague stone frogs croaking from
the cracks of black souled mountaintops.
Her being lies in the shadow of shadows.
Briefly exposing its oily head
From ancient mind scribbles and mayhem.
The path to her treasures is overgrown.
With the bluest bile and hungry thorn.
He's too soft -too green to ever see.
To bushwhack and bleed.
To seek the trailhead.
Like she slashed and bled
'til her soul was partly cleansed-
He's unable to see what she clearly saw.
So back and forth they go.
Into a see-saw nothingness...
Goddess of abstract - watercolor man
A dead end of a dance.
Her aurora left her long ago.
Seeping lovingly into her paintings.
An explosion of mental mitochondria.
Hanging from dingy gallery walls....
She places her wrinkled flower face.
Deep into her burnt sienna soul...
The interviewer has been flayed.
The interview is over.
When the Goddess of aroma
graces my caffeinated soul,
her milky quartz crown
shines in shades
of ineffable pleasures.
Invigorating arabica stars within
my senses to rise
like steamy silhouettes~
laced in seraphic
aura of lotus chastity….
If coffee personifies
the electrifying taste
of my longing soul,
will fruity scents stir,
to evoke hidden
metaphors within this
mocha heart?
I’ll sketch
decaffeinated skies
with roasted beans
of brunette bliss.
Let colors of the
golden sun splatter
harmonious hues
of cosmic sanctity.
I’ll embrace the
aromatic elixir of life,
brewed with
floral hints of faith~
allowing unfiltered
essence of
meaningless mornings,
to reawaken an undying
thirst to illuminate
fading stardust.
Quenching serenity
from granulated values,
that depict
karmic kismet
across divine rivers
flowing with
spiritual awakening.
Perhaps, with every
sip of espresso,
we indulge a scoop of
cocoa gratitude,
expressing the
inner purity,
while happiness pours
into a crystal clear cup
of constant clarity.
There the light
of cinnamon
oozes amidst the
cleansed canvas of life,
to rescript an
ethereal ingredient
that guides us back to
a realm of rosier runes,
where ego has no palette
to rest upon,
for within us dwells
an immortal barista,
concocting healing drips
from caramelized visions.
I’ll hold on to these
unexplored cravings,
while the liberty of
conscience remains~
the first ray of
warmth I inhale.
When daylight befalls like
tints of tuscan tiramisu,
let me find the strength
to lure pale pigments
of weeping wind~
I’ll be the thread
that untangles unsettling
webs wrapped in
bitter breezes,
for the king of solace
and I, will become one;
celestially intertwined,
infused in bronze ink,
as one in a million flavors.
Another sleepless night, I cruise and am lost.
A midnight drive, the perfect cost.
Intoxicated by the most beautiful soul.
She invades my dreams, makes them whole.
She is the sunshine, to my cherry tree.
Nourishing love, passion fruit to be.
The river connecting the ocean, to the endless sea.
Her voice reminds me of angels, a romantic dream.
Her eyes more precious than shooting stars,
A beauty that can see through souls.
The Goddess of love, Venus; a heart of gold.
Now I drive in the moonlight, while the world sleeps.
Thinking of ways to always keep;
Your love & your smile; for who needs sleep to dream?
When you exist to me.
N.P
"Goddess of Dawn" from ancient mythology,
I'm a creative soul, loyal, compassionate, responsible
Sister of curiosity, sibling of five brothers and elder sister;
Passionate about nature care, my family circle, the arts;
Who feels safe with loved ones, connected with God, and joyful about positive changes in this world
Scared of climbing heights, being stuck in close spaces and sudden demise of kin:
Would want to see the end of poverty, life in Jupiter, splendor of Borealis
Citizen of Asiana , a country famous
for her powdered beaches and warm smiles,
Claud!
My dachshund pal lights the days' fire
Naughty Snicks-- a dame of desire,
Her wags and night plays always soar
Gone now... times with her I'll adore!
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S beautiful siren woman of his dreams,
Magically feminine, a paragon of sensual
overload, wonderful in her pure innocence
having no idea how appealing she is just
in being herself, laughing at no one,
Giving everyone a chance to be
their best, ready always to
champion the underdog,
doing what is necessary
to show kindness and
love to strangers, and
non strangers alike. She
has spiritual awareness, raging
through her. She knows so much
and yet does not feel in any way
superior to her family or peers. She
is a ready helpmate just by being her
unique fabulous self, listening to her heart
she is helpful and kind, and she is revered
and truly appreciated by those who earn
her trust and especially by those
who have loved and cherished her.
Beautiful siren woman, hear her now.
Written 12-18-2018 Contest: The Shape of My ART
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
The moon in terms of mythology
The moon goddess I'm referring to
The moon in terms of astronamy
The moon that’s facing planet blue
The moon the natural satellite
The moon within earths orbit
The moon giving the dark light
The moon always in transit
The moon an gravitational pull
The moon and mans many trips
The moon at times half, then full
The moon rarely a solar eclipse
The moon keeps the same face
The moon reflected by the sun
The moon that’s in outer space
The moon in our solar system
note decided to keep poems as single versions as some alredy on here
This spare of moment idea I wrote a year ago still been wondering whether to put on here
wanted into add to it but s=not sure where to go with it
when I was writing elements of life and mother earth
i don’t know much about astrology,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
wanted to add more to this
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INSPIERD B SOUP POETS AT TIME JAN FEB 2012...............
............. this is my definison of stars
WRITTEN nisBY MYSELF DAVIDCOTT ,,,,,, 2012>>>>>
written jan 2012
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PLEASE NOTE YES AGAIN THIS ONE ALREADY ON HERE BUT LIKE THE
OTHER WRITES IN THIS PATTERN WANTED TO ADD SECOND HALF
THE STARS AND THE MOON,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
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note with the moon i wanted to mention tarot card reading the first astrologer ect
and also try to get to match to first half which was hard so oped to stick to things about the moon
maybe some others could give me some input i did do a little research but got lost
reading about moon tides and all the indeph astrology ect''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''?????
Her world has become suspiciously small,
mind walls are blocking margins of escape,
soon she’ll be discharged to fair Pania,*
and there perhaps elegant folderal
with a handsome man in landscape dreamscape
of enchantment beneath Urania,**
(never again to know infernal sins).
Is she trapped in the web of Aranea?***
Perhaps; perhaps not, but with hope agape,
and fingers crossed, she plunges deeper in-
to pools of mania!
* Greek, derived from papias, meaning "crown" or "guard of the Imperial Palace".
**goddess of love; counterpart of Greek Aphrodite
***an orb-weaving spider
I am Goddess _ I have created myself sexless _ therefore I am neither he, she, or it.
I am called upon by many; however, the names you have given me are out of your need to express dominance_ for power is an unnecessary illusion driven by the lust to control. Control does not exist in the realm of unity.
I am neither good nor bad _ there is only action and reaction as-a-result of motion and emotion.
I have created myself formless _ therefore I am neither here nor there.
Upon your beck and call, I come to you in the image of your own comfort _ therefore you will recognize me.
I speak in every language, at-all-times _ therefore, you will only hear a sound when I am in motion as Life forms and reforms. There is never a quiet moment in the life continuum. There are those who constantly hear me even though I, myself am noiseless.
I am never at rest _ therefore, you will only see me in increments of momentary time.
I am colorless _ therefore, what you see is the residue of my past, which marks the spot of my future present, as I cycle and recycle in endless motion.
You may think I am beholding you and that you hear my voice, Nay! It is only the power of your thinking and your desire to remember me.
I am Goddess. I am Life. I am Continuous.
***09012020
Always wrote about everything but myself
It's difficult to be honest although ephemeral
I'm failing at everything I try because of you
I can't keep my focus when you're lingering
The back of my mind has been caged off with you inside it
Whether you stay to torment or find yourself a way out
Ethereal contemplation could float upon clouds
I'll stand and look up at you as you are my Aphrodite
It's hard to compare a person to a goddess
Try to make a deity from a heartbeat
Hide the tears falling down your face
They're like a monolith, they're always the same
Did it hurt more when you left or when I returned?
My words can cause the same damage to your mind as a blade to your skin
Do you regret what you did, but can't find a way to make it right?
If that's the case then close it, come back as you left
I loved the old you, does that mean I don't love you?
How shameful it may be, for someone who could soar the skies
I was caught by someone who does not even possess limbs
Wrap your scales around my feathers and sink your teeth deep
Hiding in the tall grass isn't where I'd expect a goddess
I wear the flame of your name,
traced in jaguar herbs
between pearl blades of angels,
pulling in the heat of your wildfire...
My soul branded with a burning love feather
molten madness stroking the light rebellious,
Your identity a touch of kissing curves,
I am mantled with a cloak of star rain...
Addicted, engrossed,
as my silhouette aches to be drenched
in rivers of your rushing rhymes,
breathing nothing but the dream
of being chained
to the footprints of your soul...
Tethered to the stride of my soul
heartbeat warmly pained,
You follow with yielding scream
my attention on your pulsing eyes,
I spread open the vellum
of poetry achingly inked,
scent of rose melting frost...
I've witnessed them christen
my night as lethal,
their prayers painting me as sin,
while I entomb their accusations
in a blood stained envelope,
laid to rest in a casket of poisoned lilies,
for I am no longer their Lilith
crowned with silken serpents,
jeweled in jinxed jasmines,
I am the rose gold rays of sunrise,
wrapping you in blushing silence...
But if love were your ink,
what would you bleed?
Within your bloom there is a violet innocence,
weaponized once for ritual license
a jewelry box of black magic temptations,
Tiara of bloodstones broken for love repentance,
A Goddess become Woman trueth,
the coffin become catalyst to living tears,
elegant gown now simple linen of lilac hope,
reputation now means nothing before heart's divinations,
You are no harpy, you are my revelation,
You are love beautiful,
the reason for my passion crystal...
J.A.B.
I.E