Long Lapis Poems
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I am bound to admit that I had vizualized her with olive skin and warm brown eyes
Imagining eleven silver bracelets on her arm and eight finger rings- at least one lapis
I pictured her office a parked gypsy wagon, lit by the glow of a campfire.
The older lady with burgundy hair clipped short was a complete surprise.
Where were the twirling tiered ruffled gypsy skirts? The crystal ball to trap us?
The runes? The tarot deck? The crystal skulls? The ambiance to admire?
She was not a typical fortune teller, this darling with pretty sky blue eyes
We put our money down which this elderly anomaly did but naught snap up
Why have you come? She asked in a gentle way with a sweetness, all desire
We pointed to each other and laughed that neither knew the whys
She fed us thick bread with homemade marmalade, a treat for me and Capus.
Let me suggest what might have brought you to me to hire...
You want to know your mission, the reason you fell from the skies
Capus nodded but I held my chin, staring at her earrings which held lapis
She told us of a dangerous zone and we listened to her play her lyre
Her Roma cat sneaked in and gave me a sideways glance with his yellow eyes
She told us of wonderful times ahead and it sounded like pure happiness and bliss
We went back hundreds of times, to her up-lifting presence we never did tire.
"The clouds spill a thousand secrets"
in transitional transient forms
Your touch is like the spongy clouds
blessing me bountifully with brazen benevolence
"Melt my tears into your sweet fire"
for I'm daringly, defiantly "love-drunk on desire"
You can even "seduce the stars without a script..."
Who am I to escape your emerald eyes?
Like a moth drawn to the incandescent candle
I faithfully flutter around your fervent fulgence
You are my amber ambrosia
enveloping me with your amorous aroma
I dance dreamily in dandelion stardust
for you are my dearest, dashing, daring darling
We'll learn life's lavender lessons in tandem
Our souls are intricately interlaced and intertwined
Ruby passion sizzles...
when our hearts are in hazel harmony
Our mutual understanding is unfortunately understated
If you're the sea, I'm the sand
lapping your lapis lazuli waves with my love
We're crocheted cohesively for forevermore
our affection for the endless eternity
our adoration and admiration will never die
We possess an inseparable intimacy
immeasurable immortal imprints
impressed upon this universe
~ Hyacinth hearts held together even in heaven ~
SHIELDED FROM THE TERROR OF THE NIGHT
Prism at twilight
Multifaceted skyline
Blushing countenance
Lapis lazuli’s untoward release:
Slides of amber, magenta, crimson
Like a longsuffering firework fleece
Underneath the metallic sky
Forests darken and hide
Fortress doors locked tight
Shades shield us from the fierce unrest
From nightmare beasts and howling winds
Cradled baby eyes
Comforted with quilted care
Sleep rebukes child’s fear
Squeal of delight squelches the terror of the night
Flicker of sunlight peaks through satin sheets
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
.CORLEO the robot inspired our venture
the robot with navigation control
seeking cactus fruit and rare stones
the brittlebush and desert lilies patterns
embordered in to silks and cottons
from the looms of yarners the warmth of a poncho
a tent and rv for staying
CORLEO for exploration
"the area known as desert Tulips."
The vibrant blooms of the Adenium Obesum
they sought to find the treasures in
a complicated environment.
peyote, a cactus with a button-like crowns
she spoke again in a much noticeable tone
her voice a soothing distinctive tone
a songlike chant a melonic flow
Banda the brasses and woodwinds
could her melonic tone as she spoke
nearly singing, she soothed me into her words
we came upon an outcrop of assorted rocks
one to include agate, amethyst, beryl, fluorite,
garnet, opal, barite, calcite, chalcedony,
jasper, quartz, lapis lazuli, and malachite.
walking barefoot on the concrete slab of the trailer
makes her feet as black as tar
Yeshu"a bin Yusef she spoke
of her troubles and in trouble
I will speak this name she said
then I shall seek remedy
and seek solution to our needs
all while not telling what
the crown of the desert
really meant
I felt used and foolish.
My company to her nothing special
as her next friend shall be the same.
Nothing specail, just a mere person
A polarizing perception of a weak man.
The Myth of belonging
just woman exploiting men.
A Brothel in 1800's is belived to be a myth
until a truck of gold is found
and a book with the names of many
people discovered
"Mujer tribal puta" was the cover-up
and now we know why.
they hasd discovered how to use
wires to communicate
and wished to keep
it a secret.
the Joshua Trees rattle from
Quakes.
(for: chinua achebe)
Part One
With gaiety and some pump
Forerunners, trumpeters
And the Gala came to us –
Varied voices, many eyes on faces
Swift to see the lapis lazuli
Nature’s gift to a forest:
(Teachers and teachees,
Authors, farmers and traders,
They came with songs;
Scholars and scholees,
Misters, mistresses and villagers,
They came with songs;
Lecturers and lecturees,
Drummers, dancers and clan-leaders,
They came with songs;
Professors and professees,
Pro-chancellors, chancellors and chair-holders,
They came with songs;
Governors and governees,
Business giants, dwarfs and hawkers,
They also came with songs!)
Form:
The Rose Horse
Leaping Tiger – Flying Lion
Dressed with gold and diamond
Saddles;
Topaz Horse
And
Emerald Dragon
Following close
The Silver Stallion;
Amber Tabby and Onyx Kitten
See with lightning eyes of
Coral
The Bronzed Gazelle – The Cinnabar Steed –
Held with bridled strings of
Pearls;
Gentle Serengeti Giant
Reined with Alabaster
Light,
Opal Ostrich, caught in leaping,
A Unicorn of Sapphire essence;
Lapis Rose Horse
Rides in sunshine
Bowing down
Inviting beckons
Ride on Crystal wings of
Childhood,
In a circle
Formed by music,
Round and round,
Led by the knighted
Sterling Stallion.
“Remember, You”
This one is for you,
when you forget to remember
why, what and who
This one is for you,
when you understand
the why and what you do;
This one is for you,
when you search for words
buried deep within your hidden heart
elevated Shadow in skies of lapis lazuli blue, when
clouds of poetic mists distract your heady lofty view
This one is for You,
when you forget to remember
why, what and who.
Poet -
Remember, You.
Candide Diderot. ‘25
"The poet gives us his essence, but prose takes the mold of the body and mind."
Virginia Woolf
"A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds."
Percy Bysshe Shelley
"At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet."
Plato
"A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman."
Wallace Stevens
(hmmmm, that could be good or bad).
The pungence of heartbreak swelters
in the tangled dreadlocks of love-lies-bleeding
Take me somewhere exotic
to breathe not the foul aroma
of disappointment and despair
Show me fields laced with frangipani and orchids
in colors sweet and light as daydreams
Find me seafoam fields poppied
with pomegranate and honey
opium of jasmine lilting on a leeward drowse
delicious sift of sand drifting
warm and soft between my toes
as coral breezes court flamingo scapes
with pina colada suns
and I drift in and out of hibiscus euphoria
Let a mist of cockatoos flutter
in lapis skies puffed with fat feather clouds
parrots and toucans preening
like a rainbow shimmer
Tingle my pineapple senses
through the afterglow of mango afternoons
Create visions of paradise
in the cerulean of hyacinth
and never bring me back
Preserve lapis lazuli earth of bluest skies,
Sparkling rich treasure of the Milky Way,
With colorful dawns and ruby butterflies,
We must nurture our world so it will stay.
Sparkling rich treasure of the Milky Way,
With rich history, not too soon forgotten,
We must nurture our world so it will stay,
And bluebirds may be heard in the garden.
With rich history, not too soon forgotten,
This cannot be the end of our truest love!
We must nurture our world so it will stay,
With the help of the good Lord up above.
This cannot be the end of our truest love,
With colorful dawns and ruby butterflies,
With the help of the good Lord up above,
Preserve lapis lazuli earth of bluest skies!
a sparkling expanse, lapping the horizon,
crinkled by the weight of torrential bright
the airborne eye, squinting,
catches sight of a flotilla,
parallel, bloodless gashes on liquid lapis,
pointy beaks gently pecking docile waves,
their wakes lengthening, then fanning,
a formation of miniature peacocks with
oversized white trains mopping the water,
all their iridescent colors washed into the
Mediterranean blue
the sails lean over lazily, a unison of
puffed-up scimitars slicing around a buoy,
slow-tattooing pristine curlicues on the sea skin,
returning to harbour and ice buckets
sprouting beaded bottles of gold