Long Sails Poems
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Looking divine a picture goddess
jewels crowning gems sparkling magic
shining beautiful moon princess dazzling light
At a regal glance priceless cut, shines out diamond
silver ivory full face over and back
we dance into the milky way to paradise
In silver shadows we kiss holding sweetly our love
our souls sparkle together amazing dreams shine
this picture forever lives in the mind one treasure
Most adoring of all queens gracious
sweetheart I pray soon one day we will always
be together all I ever want to do deeply
Is make you smile embraced with happiness
its dark here alone shining in all dreams
Light of a thousand stars halo shine around you babe
Silken ribbons whisper tenderly soft
in every thought a warm breeze sails
Silently this boat to you on golden waves
Only if you wish darling
one in a thousand dreams that come true
you're the sweet night in gale singing inside always now in your tune
I wander across the desiccated dunes you made
in the valley of my mind, contoured by desire.
I feel deserted like the desolate sands of dune.
As you drift away unconcerned past me
beneath the mystique shroud of the stardust sheen,
my possessed passion sails to the moonlit bay of bliss
for you to emerge out of my dream like an angel.
Your essence stays within me as an indelible image.
Dainty spring descends, drizzling in diaphanous air
the ecstasy tune with the melody of your memory.
1. Wish Somebody Would’ve Told Me
2. Love For You
3. Take Me To The Sunburst Dawn
4. Heartbroken
5. Love Laced By Lunar Lure Ephemera
6. Your Heart Is Mine
7. Bewitching Night
8. If Only I Could
9. Ecstasy Of Embrace
10. Melody Of Memory
With body and mind you respond to my touch,
gobbling up kisses, like sweet penuche,
I could not ask for a better lover; there is nonesuch.
When I grind my gears, you become my clutch
and I lean on you like an emotional crutch.
A magic elixir, you quench my heart
like sweet nectar, neither bitter nor tart.
Forged on passion's anvil, your lovemaking's an art.
And paused on the moment, my smile presses restart.
Your granite body buffed to a sheen
has a vulnerable heart; you're not a machine.
And yet, you make the impossible look routine.
With rippled muscles, as though chiseled from stone,
you're a warm schnook where dreams have blown,
You're the wind in my sails, without uttering a sound.
Behind the scenes, you don't speak much,
but like dawn's first light, you offer a new start.
Cushioning my falls, you spot me on life's trampoline
and somewhere between estrogen and testosterone
you find balance, both feet firm on the ground.
(Minuanetta)
1/26/2018
(This moment ...of today’s new found moon)
I am cradling the moment
as I would cradle you ….if only you would let me
I have cupped it in my palm….in a small boat of white
…blue sails full of the warm summer winds that crest over my thumbs
Two yellow earth moons rise …one and two over
the western waves of my pointers and pinkies
They flirt and romance you in the moment ....with dabbling night lights
They curl around the earth
…just like you and I
always swirling around each other
twined vines…circling …rising
growing strong in our gravities force
but denied full union by the pulls of any other source
our ever ...up rooted love
our twine...our vines …cut back as if by morning light
only to grow again in 52 fortnights
Come to me in moon dreams…my love
Let me cradle you
...this moment is kind and the night is blind to refusals
and our love is always rising upon the ever edge of the glass ceiling of reality
Return to me …with the incoming tides
made higher still by today's two moons
and this our gravity..... eternal
Written: May 16, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Suzette Richards
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willingly play each kEy for me—
piano notes whisper
into water
as a misty sea bReEzE
laced w i t h intoxication
afternoon symphony of o.c.e.a.n waves
draws in—enchanting senses
dance among a seashore
upon sugar coated sands
fragrance of sea briny winds—
breathing low tide
beach leans ...
in sundown shade
swaying with melody
foLLowed twilight
as ivORy glow
we fell as rain and g a t h e r e d
in cupped hands
t.u.m.b.l.e.d to sea
soft into roots then pulled again up—
through leaves
out through sky ...
returning as mist
as weightless skin against the s.h.o.r.e
r.i.v.e.r in the shape of remembering
like w.a.t.e.r turning back to—water
MOONLIGHT silhouetted stone
rebeLLious rainbow of frozen saudade
as s.c.o.p.e from flares splatter
kenopsia in lack of memory
—plate—river sails—
ripples across the bay ...
There is a reality in mortality
That eats away your soul
As life slowly passes I get the urge
To feel those high seas roll
Taste the salt on my tongue
Just like when I was young
Hear the boatswain call anchor’s aweigh
Set my own pace
With the wind in my face
See the sunrise come over the bay
One more time let me be
On a white dog at sea
Feel the waves crashing on her port side
One more time for a while
On an uncharted isle
Watching the evening tide
Set my sails once more
For that far distant shore
Make love on a secluded beach
One more time may I go
Where the harbor lights glow
Paradise within my reach
California precincts cannot issue life saving article of congress to homeless citizen.
Federal cases against staff are filed.
Resignation of clerical error is the literal overnight pursuit to guilt
Defrauded homeless reservations are interesting mortgage annuities currently.
Trades of Conviction Bail
As sustainable measure of federal reserve
function post fraud is fraud
Failure to resign vote is testimony
and article before congress
Trades of Conviction Bail
As sustainable measure of federal reserve
function post fraud is fraud
Failure to resign vote is testimony
and article before congress
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025
Unincorporated districts measure of need methods and means to obtain premise of signatures
Homekey Fraud thousand oaks California
Private property assembly
Ok journal
Objective pro
Con
Resent all bills?
Write article of congress rebuttal against politician
Maintain reader on ship with sails?
Free speech is discussed newspaper not campaign rhetoric of welfare fraud lobby children corruption of municipal bonds and municipal works building keys they inherited
These people are journalists!
Beyond Tomorrow
Your lips offer me meetings that never arrive,
And in their echo my silence greens into red.
I navigate toward you—like the sighs of heavy sails,
Flirting with the colors that sound in the mute horizon.
Where is decision? I've surpassed time backward,
I've surpassed the place that lived in my veins, tomorrow-yesterday.
I step inside the morning—the path filled with forgetting,
My shirt drowned-dry from the dew that burns.
My hand in your arm—where is the gain of loss?
Do you fear it? We gift the world wise-wandering.
I love you—on this side of imagining, on this side
Of nearness, on this side of the stories of our love.
Chisels melted you into shape, and carried
Into your hair the white moon carbonized in flames.
I tamed your wild breasts, and they grew humbly proud,
Too humble for hatred, refusing to rise.
You are the sky buried in the earth that flies,
The hour flowing from future toward birth,
You are the whisper of the howl from smooth stones
And you wear, my love, hair woven from black light.
You are the weeping of joy that doesn't know how to fall, yes,
And you dislike when I whisper your name by staying silent,
Whenever through my veins you climb descending deep
I feel in darkness your sonorous, translucent fingers,.
I see in my palms your shoulder that disappears present,
Could it be true that you are the solid absence?..
Could it be true that I've lost-found forever
The liquid crystal Sunday from which I forgot you...?
Whirling through torpedoes of sound,
spinning and tailing its way like Raphael to earth,
shoots some uninstantaneous ether:
the impermeable myelin of true experience.
The soul—the richest treasure chest ever found;
creating, disseminating, revealing, glimmering, alluring.
Rawest sense material pinging in gold-tipped purls of rose-furls:
stroking the ears as gently as a brook,
yet roaring with the might of an ocean-river undammed,
with strength enough to loose the captives.
Dance—that vital union of impulse and excursus,
Funnelling to earth to free the heart with unspeakable words.
Beauty will save the world, said a great Russian writer:
But how does that matter unless it first save our souls?
Wending, winking, welding walls of splendor; almighty proportions,
austere glory of Euclidean quintessence,
draining, distilling, disgorging life's elixir into a jet-black pearl
suspended in honey-dew drops:
Then the peak of the ascent and the plummet back to the globe of the touched;
yet refusing to leave us untouched.
Surely there is more to what there is than whatever we wish it to be,
Yet the continuum plunges on in measured oar-strokes,
to reach in all haste that prized and glistering and all-consuming whole;
Unfilched fire of sparks and symmetries to wound the soul with terror
Of the known but not realized:
After all that, we arrive at the beginning,
and let our sails be billowed with burnished breezes.
Atop the mountains where thin clouds float
Covering the peaks in a misty veil
The eagle's eye takes careful notes
As above the clouds it sails
Above the trees where a brisk wind blows
Whispering through the leaves to the cawing crows
Echoing over the hilltops as the wind stream flows
And above the clouds where sunbeams glow
Up on high in starry skies
Where clouds obscure the moon
A lone wolf howls a mournful tune
As crickets yearn to croon
On peaceful nights when stars shine bright
And the sandman travels on moonbeams
It's then it seems, we'll take slumber's flight
As above the clouds we dream