Long Lovejoy Poems
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“Pearl Diving” (Part 2)
Angel fish are pretty, but they’re boring that’s they’re lot
the Man O War is far too flashy, frivilous,
Octupi are too touchy feely always begging for the real thing way too early,
the Dolphins always laugh out loud, they’re overly boisterous show-offs
always trying to call the shots;
perhaps she’s best off lying in her Clamshell tight and small
for she is understanding now
the Clamshell has cast a spell o’er her
to stop all creatures in the deep from
hijacking her magic powers.
It’s comfortable and very warm, no need to leave her purse,
how could she leave what’s she’s only ever known behind;
better to sleep forever with the Clamshell as her nurse...
dream her dreams,
keep very still -
it couldn’t get much worse.
She’s shiny and she’s aged just right
the Clamshell protects her from the light,
she’s not a real jewel anymore
she’s a bottled up narcotic bright,
a little white pill zipped up in her hardened purse
to numb out all that sunken hurt.
He swims down to get a deeper look
the sunlight now dappling through the
hottest deepest lure of blue
thrashes his legs much harder now
to get the closest view.
He sees the sharks surrounding her
he checks his dorsal fin
he’s now become a predator
and she his treasure there within,
to somehow prize and shuck her
from her clammy milky mucous shell.
Such a beautiful sin he grinned and thought for a nano-second,
“Maybe I can win”.
Somewhere in the distance from the surface way up above,
he hears a mermaid call down to him, her silky voice enticing him,
her echolocation surrounding him,
through all those other fish making such a blasted bubbly din,
“It’s mine.” the voice whispers mysteriously in his ears, “ I’m playing this, it's mine, a life to win”.
(Lovejoy-Burton/ December 2017)
"Aqualung", Morcheeba
https://youtu.be/xxHL5szgThQ
"Brave New World"
In a Clear Blue World
spirits strike matches
inner flames capture
dancing magnetised
towards intimate
Shining Light
melting like
liquid diamonds
Ultra Muses
fusing bright
magic lyrics
healed compositions
mirrors merge tight
no division
hearts forever blooming
unfurling like sweet
Anais Nin’s Roses
they’re salty divination kiss
sheer delight, rapture union
hear their kindest war cry
Revelation's arriving -
LOVE REVOLUTION,
it’s a
Brave New World.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 Jan)
1.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eJSik6ejkr0
2.
Psalm 13 For the director of music
Matthew 14:22-33
Colossians 3:14
3. Anais Nin Roses
"Gold in her Pale Blue Sky"
Matthew 24:30
She speaks to the air
listen, the wind is beseeching
crying her Home,
to the Gold in her Pale Blue Sky
She is not the Maestro
listen, the birds are singing
crying her Home,
to the Gold in her Pale Blue Mind
She sings him her Siren Song
listen, he is walking silently on his own
crying his song
crying her Home
to the Blue in her pale fading Gold
She is not listening to his song
listen, the Son is reaching striking the match
His flame is burning her heart strong
crying her Home
to her beloved blazing Light of Gold
(Lovejoy-Burton/Jan 2018)
1. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D9KCqItgmxk
"Triomphant"
Mea Culpa
Latin two words
a wrong turn
move forwards
Lux Vitae
Latin two words
shower me with Your Love
Your Light I move towards
Amor Vincit Omnia
Roman Poet Virgil
Message to the young girl
Secret Communiqué Love is plural
Jeanne d’Arc
Triomphant
(Lovejoy-Burton/Feb 2018)
"On the darkest days, when I feel inadequate, unloved and unworthy, I remember whose daughter I am and I straighten my crown".
(GVLM.K.M.L.)
“Rome is not outside me, but inside me. Her feverish sweetness, her tragic countryside, her own beauty and harmony, all these are mine, for my thought and my work.”
Amedeo Modigliani
“Freedom Fall 8 and the Removal of Ray Bans”
The Dilettante Diaries: New Chapter
Sometimes it’s necessary
to
Lose
to
Win
Freedom Fall 8
Sans Rays
A new chapter.
Light, waves
and
dances
barefoot
with the
Soft gumshoes
Hustling to Win
with the
Gilded Morai
(Lovejoy-Burton/September 2018)
1. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eight-ball
Break:
One person is chosen by some predetermined method (e.g., coin toss, lag, or win or loss of previous game or match) to shoot first, using the cue ball to break the object-ball rack apart. In most leagues it is the breaker's opponent who racks the balls, but in some, players break their own racks. If the breaker fails to make a successful break—usually defined as at least four balls hitting cushions or an object ball being pocketed—then the opponent can opt either to play from the current position or to call for a re-rack and either re-break or have the original breaker repeat the break.
If the 8 ball is pocketed on the break then the breaker can choose either to re-spot the 8 ball and play from the current position or to re-rack and re-break; but if the cue ball is also pocketed on the break then the opponent is the one who has the choice: either to re-spot the 8 ball and shoot with ball-in-hand behind the head string, accepting the current position, or to re-break or have the breaker re-break.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b1sDx8VDzB8
"Possums on the Run - Part 2"
No ice cream,
cupboard’s bare
ultra Fahrenheit sun,
hang out the clothes
do the dinner run,
setting table,
setting sun,
Can of Irish Stew, mashed potatoes,
Baked Beans, toast -
no Sunday Roast -
cordon blue, delectable, what fun…
Fruit Bats flying,
Yellow crested Cockatoo screams
Pink Galahs are joking
Kookaburra’s laughing
rabbit in the back yard again
where’d it come from?
Shakes her head, thinks,
“It’s escaping, it’s on the run”.
The other two are dying,
they’ve gone awol,
jumped the fence
drank the Mick priests’
alter wine and then some,
time to mention
the box of Dad’s Wine Club
she thinks, “ bloody hell,
they’ve gone wild. Why me?
Why am I left with
the Primary School Club?”
He’s gonna be home soon
she turns the shower on
stands them up quick,
cold water rushing down,
anxiety sets in thick,
adrenalin rush
heart boom-boom-boom
“Quick!” she cries, “Quick!”
stand them up under cold water
in the shower, “Quick, Quick, Quick!”.
“Come on l’il sista”,
the kid’s laughing,
like it’s fun
sober up before Five,
he’s gonna be home soon
“god! The Father
and the son…
We’re Done! Done! Done!”
Flyscreen door, mosquito coils
here comes the Kimberley’s roar
it’s 5pm,
all looks normal
li’l sister sitting up sober and brave
table’s set, dinner’s ready
where’s the other one?
She’s laying flat out,
counting zzzzz’s
'cause she hit the ruddy rum!
Shake her, wake her up
the King is home, surf’s up
din-din’s on...
Steak N Kidney Puddin’
from the tin
“Wake Up! Runi-B-Kahrun,” she
whisper-screams on the run
to the dinner table,
“get quick to the kitchen, run, run, run!”
Small town blues
bugger it, bugger bum
(Aussie Slang nothing
nefarious) run, run, run
That was yesterday
table set, dinner done
debate around the table
“Tids”, he says with concern,
“you're looking rather piqued, better
go rest some”.
Another day is done.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 Jan)
1. Simple Minds/Everything She Said
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T2uqUjJQwGY
A lone man come to ponder
in the grieving of a night
why joy had disappeared
with a lady wearing white
Happiness his memory
hoping is pipe-dreams
remembrance a legacy
warming salty streams
Laughter left the lines
that scrawl across his face
now her life has left
a pall lies in its place
Eyes of sightless glass
gazing through a time
hands begin to fumble
tapping with no rhyme
Shaking with a moan
pain streaks into sight
what he would have waged
to see his beloved wife
Leaving him to pine
she left this earthly vale
traveling on ahead
now hes alone and frail
Two Hearts blaze as one
as veils of sadness part
and joy will live again
within this lonely heart
"Alchemy"
Begin: Take a Chance on Love
So you’re hurt.
You hurt, you hide
in your big words
clever camouflage
You say you're ok
in blythe denial
of all that’s past
that’s ok, write it all away
Take all the time
you need to make
sense of past bad ryhmes
don't bury your dreams, turning of a dime
"Simple"... beats sophistication every time
Bleeds your heart in time with mine
Try being glib and sublime
with all the other jumping frogs in the mire
Hey, you’re ok, your heart's beating time
Hey, you’re tomorrow may meet mine
(Lovejoy-Burton/Jan 2018)
The Dilettante Diaries: "Finding Lost Keys on the Steppes of White Ivory"
Where do you place your hands
When the sands of time
Slip through the 4th
and like reading braille
you silently derail
to touch burning
black keys
on white ivory
you go about
removing cold hands
from the warm pockets
of trapped complacency
looking for
double sixes
roll the dice
tumble the love cup
upside down
soft-sucked
sugar cube
black tea leaves
soak up your
bespoke wet dream
slam danced
you're romanced
up against graffiti
walls, you
take a chance on
shadow dancing
with another hand
tired of shuffling decks
cutting cards with
Half-hitched knots
and sinking boats
that pass for
tiger sharks
playing for
white ivory
on the cool
Siberian Steppes of
silent aching skin
shimmering
secrets sans
translucency
and buzzing bees
burning
stings
the wanting
humming silently
secrets and
all those
lost black burning keys
within …
(Lovejoy-Burton/October 2018)
"Intermission: Ad Infinitum Lux Vitae"
Intermission
I wait
You call
I have loved
I wait
Lux Vitae
I have loved
Through the Storm
Lux Vitae
I have loved, to love You more
Through the Storm
You call, Open Door
I have loved, to love You more
Ad Infinitum
You call, Open Door
I walk with You through the Storm
Ad Infinitum
My Love is always Yours
You walk with me through the Storm
The Waiting Room calls
Intermission
(Lovejoy-Burton/April 2018)
for "my" Georgia,
who is entirely her own person
The inspiration for my poem -
This "Pantoum" is about Birth, Life, Death. There are all sorts of "Waiting Rooms", in this Life and the next. Of course, this is my belief. The reader may interpret Birth, Life and Death distinctly separate from my belief.
Georgia, the 'True' inspiration for your name, below. x
"I decided to start anew, to strip away what I had been taught.”
- Georgia O'Keeffe
"I had to create an equivalent for what I felt about what I was looking at - not copy it. ”
- Georgia O'Keeffe
"I said to myself, I have things in my head that are not like what anyone has taught me - shapes and ideas so near to me - so natural to my way of being and thinking that it hasn't occurred to me to put them down. ”
- Georgia O'Keeffe"
"Marks on paper are free - free speech - press - pictures all go together I suppose. ”
- Georgia O'Keeffe
"To create one's world in any of the arts takes courage. ”
- Georgia O'Keeffe
"Anyone who doesn't feel the crosses simply doesn't get that country.”
- Georgia O'Keeffe
Artwork, Georgia Totto O'Keeffe (November 15, 1887 – March 6, 1986)
“Ram’s Head with Hollyhock”, 1935
https://www.georgiaokeeffe.net/ram-head-with-hollyhock.jsp
Trent Reznor/Atticus Ross
"Technically Missing"
https://youtu.be/EBaa0k1y57w
"Politics is a dirty business. If you are going to 'write' policy, fabrication is not advisable, make sure you have ALL the true facts in front of you and that TRUTH is delivered by whatever means necessary". Quote, Leanne Lovejoy-Burton to daughter, Georgia - April 2018.