Long Tai Poems
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White wolves will howl at the moon tonight so celebrate,
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Happy Birthday dear friend, best tie is a friendship tie
that is why I knotted this poem with love, & Mai Tai .
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY FRIEND
MAKE IT COUNT...
February 10, 2021
A blessed day when we first met,
Two souls as one—no divide set.
Like sons of one dear mother’s care,
A bond so pure, beyond compare.
Two birds once freed from caged despair,
We soared through endless, open air.
Each moment held, each laughter true,
My world felt whole because of you.
Why did you leave so soon, my brother?
Why fade away, not stay a little longer?
I reach for you, but feel no trace,
Just silent echoes in your place.
Alone I walk this world so wide,
With only memories by my side.
Like a bird with broken wings,
I’ve lost the song my spirit sings.
I miss you more than words can say,
You’re far beyond my reach today.
But wait for me, don’t drift too far,
We’ll meet again where angels are.
WHEN THE TIME COMES TAI
Time is timeless as it floats gently in impermanence
pasts presents and futures blend inter-mingle wave
it’s rapture’s melodies and pastel pastures lush and
luscious rhyming contrast complementing contradiction
When you pass on you wish to travel to the sound of
‘I am the Goddess of hellfire’ as we stream and gleam
in an unconventional concept of passion and heaven
You chose that every one must wear cotton of tie-dye
showing the colours shadows and exuberance of life
For now we permeate and melt our lover’s lava halting
in the many moments sparkling fire works togetherness
When my time comes Tai I wish to die in your arms
after making love for eternity peacefully collapsed
and snuggled to your kindness and compassion your
fairy telling wings and roots your fragrance of beauty
Trusting transscendence the moon and the spoon
touching feeling intuiting engulfing our river’s spray
our wedded rings clicking love infinity one more time
before passing you and I one final time crescendo
into a different sanctum transiting longevity I wish you
to take my ashes to the highest mountain of memories
When the time comes Tai and only then I hope to die
in your arms and your presence’s present and only then
together in the spirit of love the moment and the time
12 July 2016
Park of unfenced wildness
densely packed in light infused summer
city folk beat paths of free spirited essence
park pigeons squat, survey seniors
in the grip of Tai Chi
to seize a different footing
orchestrated movement
Pigeons in an uncertain watch
wait
anticipating
trusting park folk to feed them
then launch in a flap fury of wings and cooing
to seniors' arms extended, open palms
Tai Chi posing
a tableau of food (mis-read)
open handed offerings?
absent
bird swarmed,
seniors shriek as in a Hitchcock film
their eroded routine
wellness check thwarted
push back 'gainst a flock,
shadowboxing the open air
seniors scatter
take flight in leaps fearful like space walk wandering
re-kindled voltage like lost sex energy lit
spectacle, in bird-winged fear
when movement's no longer the quiet order
we control
Poems composed July 13/2022
There once was a tiny squirrel named Tim
who practiced Tai Chi with great Zen.
He gathered a troupe~
a pint-sized nutty group~
three fluff-tailed apprentices and then…
They donned little leaf-green attire,
stitched snug with twig-threaded fire;
each jacketlet swayed
as their movements displayed
a woodland-born martial desire.
With belts made of braided vine-twine,
they cinched their small uniforms fine;
each buckle was crowned
with an acorn they’d found~
a medallion of mastery’s sign.
They circled in synchronized flow,
soft paws in a forest bungalow;
their medals clicked light
as they moved through the rite~
a jade-tinted tai-chi tableau.
Mai Tai Madness
~Oh, my friend, Gloria!~
Funny~till drinks made her totally unstable.
We nearly got killed in her car!
When on the Golden Gate Bridge,
she screamed" I left my sweater
back at the bar."
Making a U-turn in the middle of
the Golden Gate Bridge at rush hour, OMG,no less!
Cuss words and the "bird" were
so shocking, I must confess.
I made the sign of the cross, said
my final prayers, with closed eyes.
My stomach filled with a flurry
of butterflies.
So grateful was I to get home in
one piece,
I literally cried and begged God
to give Gloria, sober peace.
June 22, 2019
3:30 pm PST
In Earth's future Golden Age,
during Her time of Gaia Polyamorous,
thou shalt become reborn
Not solely known as soulless Ancestors,
transported here
as Earth's lonely Passion Singing Species,
whose reweaving warps and wars take place
only on sacred dance floor space
A natural neurosensory race
toward matriarchally enlightened
pan-enthusiastic empowerment.
Sage musicians
known for Gaia's highest and best use
of non-abuse,
co-infested Taoist Real-Woke Estates
Wu-Wei wondering
why bodhisattva children have been left
unsafe and bereft
Suffering for capital sins
of Straight White Patriarchs
not quite monotheistically blessed enough
from zealous toxic dregs
of thine owned Anthropocene
idolatrous image.
Not sufficient gratitude
for positive neurosystemic attitude
blessed by Love Song sacraments
designed by WaterBearers
PreGaian Peace Warriors
poor in herstoric spirit
wistfully disinheriting caste-preserving sins
of non-womanist failure
to follow Truth and Beauty balance
Success in leading
LeftBrain-RightWing systemic
neuro-sexsensory
polyculturally inter-religious
intelligence
Without Historical Stage
capitalized credentials,
Win/Win compassionately amusing
Gaian Pleasure's Sun
Of crucifying crosses
bearing dispassionate sins
of unpleased
Straight White Western Patriarchs
Who would rather fight
to win peace
than sing resonant Love Songs
Dance Lust Longs
to belong more resiliently impassioned
Universal Crowns
Sweaty salvation
for bodhisattva Gaian Goddesses
Unitarian Roots
co-redeeming
EarthTribe's sacred psalms,
indigenous proverbs
rooted in sacred animus
crowned by organic animation
While sacred musing
Gaia's stirring organic musicians
Singing Species songs.
Alice is only 17 so put her studies on hold,
Of psychology, English literature and art,
To train for the Rio Paras, hard as she could,
In New Milton, in Collegiate’s school pool.
Born with a club foot, she’s had 14 operations,
Which fused her feet and ankles, 90 degrees,
Because she also has deformed lower legs -
So she was classed as a para-swimmer 2010.
In 2014 Alice competed in the Euro Champs,
In Eindhoven which is in the Netherlands,
Where she won a gold 50m freestyle relay,
A silver in the 100m back, a bronze freestyle.
Then the next year Alice went to the Worlds,
IPC, in Glasgow where she won four medals:
A gold 4x100 medley relay, bronze 100m back,
Bronze fly, and a bronze 4x100m free relay.
So in Rio she achieved much, a great success,
Because she won 4x100 medley relay gold,
Also a bronze for the S10 100m backstroke.
She was born on the 31st January in 1999.