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As we be breathed
Surfing the divide between heart and mind
We celebrate the dance of illusion
Having vaporised, free from ego’s bind
Holy Spirit dispels soul’s confusion
Duality manifests through space-time
The universe appears and disappears
We cognise in heart, the cosmic Ohm chime
As benign bliss beats, each node of form spears
What are we but a splash in the ocean
Moment to moment, being by God breathed
Partaking of the divine bliss potion
Delighting as light of soul is retrieved
Playing our life role, in as is ordained ~
We burn in the void, that cannot be stained
04-July-2022
My name is Aphrodite and
my offering to man
is fierce love.
I spread it out before you
like a lavish bridegroom’s dinner
with foods named aphrodisiacs rightly after me!
Caviar, oysters and shrimp;
spears of warmed asparagus and
artichokes stripped of leaves to dip in luscious butter;
truffles too with fragrant muskiness;
all foods of succulence - to stimulate your appetite.
My tender lips are moist - champagne to further whet desire.
You drink me in. . .
Entreating you to take your fill, I whisper in your ear,
“Partake of me, my love. Take more and more.”
When your feeding frenzy
is at its peak -
that’s when I offer you - dripping from my fingers - sweetest fruit:
honeyed figs with cream, peaches, plums, and kumquats;
and last: one red well-ripened berry.
Utterly sated,
drunk from delectation;
motionless, you lie there on your bed.
And when your eyes move rapidly
beneath their heavy lids,
I slide my body carefully off yours,
slip back into my gossamer-thread gown,
then tiptoe to the door; turn the knob;
and without looking back,
step into night.
You waken and want to feast again
but find that I have parted.
(to banquets such as mine, one rarely
is invited more than once).
And so you live and love,
knowing that you can’t resume -
ever in your life again -
a coupling so completely gratifying.
Your passion was consumed in
your consuming of this goddess!
I take from men again . . .again. . .
and then again.
But the nourishment that I require
always must be fresh,
and that is what
eternally
sustains me.
For Deb's Contest: category Unreal
Anti-Poem — “Snaking It To Venice”
(Poet’s Instruction: Play “The End” by the Doors loudly, while reading this anti-poem)
it’s you and me baby inside this gliding duster
this ’74 green plymouth cruising machine blasting
spit fire and gasoline grenades into the LA sun
snaking it to venice on the santa monica freeway
passing pillsbury billboards and green verdigris
doors music playing loudly on the duster radio dial
taking us past the santa monica civic auditorium
our rock pleasure palace under the ocean stars
fronted by the six high dudes straight as spears—
pylons of steel drum solos and marijuana memories
standing upward like skinny giants waiting to eat
hippie dudes and the bongo kings stand out front
polka-dotted chicks smile and pass running joints
we’re riding the snake babe riding on main street
looking for the rock gods behind beaming glass walls
looking to hear boogie music with the mind jive girls
the van chicks craving a bong hit of columbian gold
looking to groove on organ sonics that weaken you
kidnap you with handcuffs for a ransom of lost time
now jim morrison shimmies into view with a beer
the boys play the end again in 1967 with amps blaring
the vox organ humming out electric mind lacerations
as Ray Manzarek sits upright again on the melting stage
dig it baby, dig it there are no tomorrows no endings
it’s just you and me baby snaking it to venice beach
passing the dream palaces lit up with phosphorescence
the sun pole-dancing there doing the cosmic bend-over
the ’74 duster blasting spitfire and gasoline grenades
2/21/17
The sap from a pine smeared
Onto clothing made from hides of deer
Not all organisms and lifeforms cry tears
Across a dark and bright sphere
Objects quite near
Or at distances of millions of light years
My mind clear
I'm sincere
I've only got so much time here
Could sip or skip on an iced beer
Got to take it to a higher gear
And pioneer
Close and by piers
Near the lowest and highest tiers
Could be all set to go
From head to toe
You just never know, might be more or less than nine years
Among items dull or sharp like spears
Experiencing things first hand is different than hearing it with your left or right ear
Occasional events that cause mass panic as it continues to strike fear
In plain sight and places you would never think of, signs appear
In control of our own ships, so you better try to steer
Near the end of days you just may have a greyish white beard
Hearts colder than ice jeered
Often at one of the only nice seers
Due to being unable to understand what they'd find weird
Regardless of if others might sneer
In and out of different areas my eyes peer
But occasionally the line of sight blears
By: Dalton Ogletree
I plunge beneath the tide of the restless sea.
through corridors of green where shadows lunge at me;
the water’s pulse warps what I can see,
each beat a thrust towards my fate's mystery.
Silt now erupts, choking faded memories,
Shells lock shut, like vaults closed by ancient decrees;
I probe for grit wrapped tightly in silver coat's gleams,
With a silky smooth feel of much cherished hopes and dreams.
Light drifts down; it's not sunlight, it's rainbow,
driving spears deep into scared beds below;
ripping shards into the strangling cold,
making the search more strident, fierce, and bold.
I dive for oysters, for what someone called gold.
sewn deep within places that refuse to unfold.
I hear the air regulator hiss out my name.
Its voice in a shell I can never reclaim.
I can still taste the salt that scalds the air.
A glint half-formed as if it’s always been there.
I can still see the shimmering flare in my sleep.
A star blinking where foul currents stalk and creep.
All still, the ocean I love, tightens its claim.
Dragging me deeper for nacre's riches and fame.
The deep hums low; it calls my name.
Lungs burn hot; my heart's on flame.
I’m diving for nacre.
Locked in rough shell’s keep.
It's just out of reach …
just out of reach …
It's just out of reach …
I saw it coming
As fierce as expected
Like strings of strong spears
piercing and garbing hearts
All tremble at this horror
All but them
Indeed an ordeal
An incarnation of evil
Blood the avatar was
The redness and horror of blood
Sharp pains and sudden dizziness
profuse bleeding at pores with
dissolution
Where are the fragment of our
future?
Our eyes all drenched in red water
As trumpet of cries from the
parrots
And wails from other birds
Rises from different pitches
All have been broken and shattered
We all wait after it all to gather
Our emaciated bones together,our
remnants.
We've lost all in this rift
Returning is difficult
And going forward is almost
impossible
We've lost all execept this
thatched fence that left this
memory to us all
A memory in our hearts like a track
That the train of anguish will
forever ride..
Tears drop tornado, dollops jump above sides
Thin limb goblin sinking anchor bronze
Terrified in rising waves of violent river's rides
Envelope hapless magician in wail swirl static
Embellish emerald strangle collar wash
Emotions sharp peak - white caps leap erratic
Aspired as diamonds, climbed mountain poke
Arrange cloud malady stormy metal shon
Acrewed blue bellies bellow over goblin croak
Rascal salt ocean stab of silver dolphin spears
Roll nauseous sorcery balled crystal slosh
Regaled bedazzle boat slides triumphant tears
7th August 2021
Written for Contest: The Goblin's Jewel Box
Sponsor: Jack Webster
On Top Of A Mountain
2
stroll down the forest trail
to the edge and inhale
at the sight overlooking perfect nature
held together and prevail
stand by the site of trees and bushes
with lichen hanging over their branches
surrounding the ledge with
ferns, rhododendrons, and tall grass
marvel at a sea of fog covering all
the pine trees that spear outward standing tall
providing natures home
as the mountain walls tower overall
sky exhibit splendor
clouds of different shapes that stir
sun is trying to sneak a peek through
nature waiting anxious for it to enter
a beautiful site standing
viewing off the mountain looking
down for the fog to roll back to view
the world and embrace the living
3/25/2015 Rubaiyat Form
On Top Of A Mountain
Lichen hanging from dried branches
Ferns found everywhere
A sea of fog covers all
Pine trees spears outward standing tall
Mountain walls tower over all
Sky of splendor, clouds of different shapes
Sun is trying to sneak through
A beautiful sight on top of a mountain looking down
12/06/2014 Light Poetry Form
Cowardly efforts of a worthless soul
Rages, this low murmur of lazy surf;
Mind and body beaten, bruised, losing control,
An enfeeble struggle of a timeless sleepy curse.
Surges wave of open independence.
A quenchless abyss seeking earnest passion...
Splendor and lavish sentiments... surge with vengeance;
Divulge a precipitous... obvious confession.
The Black Bird sings its glorious tune, those mystical words...
Sweet mistress, your grace... so divine!
Till stillness falls and the master stirred.
And that white body that lay is mine!
Piercing spears of light from the moon
Through darkness whisper protect the sire,
And ere the night I cradle the spoon
Black Bird sing to your heart’s desire.
Beads of sweat surface on ashen skin,
Fiery droplets coalesce in tiny streams;
Heroin... The Black Bird, the source of sin.
The envy of my thought, it’s all it seems.
The narrow passage, the acquainted place
Surrenders to this pulsing watchful eye
Disguise throes of serried power, panting in disgrace
I am the Black Bird, infatuated, bold and sly.
The lean, dark-eyed man wipes his fingers wet
Enchanting are my withdrawing moans, in vain
With taunting-pate coughs, I’m beset.
Constrained by this liquid fire, my body set aflame
Angry grey wolf... trembling terror, yields my breath
Continues the reign of the Black Bird, unabated!
Whose glory shines by this sweet quest!
I shall not weep, for I have been, deceived and betrayed.
Undo the past, unbreak the trust,
Unsay the words spoken in disgust.
Unhear the song the cuckoo sang,
Unsee the places we’ve never been,
Untread the paths we’ve yet to begin.
Undo the promise made in haste,
Unveil the plans we didn’t chase.
Unearth the hatchet of regretful love,
Uncross the paths we never roved.
I wish I could unbreak your heart,
Untear the fragments that fell apart.
Like a bone that heals with a crooked seam,
I tried to hold you close, to make you dream.
I tried to hang on tight,
Yet, despite
my embrace, you’ve changed inside,
You’re never the same
I made you insane
And now, it seems,
I drove you to the wild.
I used to say,
what a hell of a guy
Now I just see
A shell of the man
A shadow of the person
you used to be.
Along with the broken things,
And all the recurring themes,
These hands of mine
Wish they could rewind.
Like sands through the hourglass,
I know this too shall pass.
Let’s not repeat what we’ve tried before,
Just leave the door slightly ajar.
Unhang what’s not yet resolved,
I need a change of luck,
Or perhaps a four-leaf clover.
Wish upon a star or kiss a horseshoe,
And pray that it's not over.
Undo the hurt I’ve done to you.
They say words are like spears,
Cutting deep and leaving scars.
I wish I could erase the pain,
And wipe away your fears.
I used to say,
what a hell of a guy
Now all I see
Is just the shell of a man
You used to be
The stone once thrown,
The words once sown,
Can never be undone.
The moment that’s missed,
The chance that’s forever gone.