Long Tori Poems
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Peter in the summer morning sun
his cool smile shaded by shadows run
his voice as soothing as coffee’s scent
tell me he wasn’t heaven sent
Peter of Malibu moss and Spanish rose
his lips like light-coral, in kissable repose
his legs slouched akimbo, like a tiger’s limbs
how I long to re-entangle myself in them.
Peter’s quick caress, on windy Tropez beaches
aren’t men the most delightful, of nature's invasive species?
I miss the jeweler’s precision, of his warm and playful hands
and how the sun slowly gifted him, with a model’s golden tan.
Peter sipping coffee under a brittle, New Haven sun,
his rough laugh following something silly I’d done.
There’s no cryptic, localized pathology, happening at the beach,
when the two of us are together, our worlds just seem complete.
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Songs for this:
What the World Needs Now by Tori Holub & James Wilkas
be mine by strongboi
"Snapdragons and Dandy Lions - Part 2"
The day was cooling down
pressing itself close into
the amythest and musk pink early eve
as the eggshell pale blue sky rolled over into
Astor Purple to get ready for sleep.
The Ostrich Ferns rustled,
We’d frightened the Blue Tongue, he’d run back to his lair.
Coming in from the Ocean now
there came a light breeze.
I was looking for four leaf clovers
and Skink eggs but they were to be found nowhere
while she knelt in her rock garden planting
Agapanthas, Gladiolus, Calla Lillies,
Daffodils, Fresias and Pansies -
there were loose bulbs everywhere
and packets of Tulip
and Blue-Eyed Susan seeds.
Sooty, the Black cat sat
and watched with knowing sly eyes
twitched his whiskers, licked a paw on ‘his’ Window Sill,
he looked very wise.
We’d been making Daisy Chains,
she’d placed on our hair like Crowns.
Of course,
3’s always a bad number, it's never neat,
there’d been fights in between – still,
we were her adoring subjects, her princesses and
SHE our beautiful and kind QUEEN.
“Do you know why I love Snapdragons the best?” the QUEEN declared,
“They’re the knights of this garden –
they get a bad rap because of their name.
Look at their faces though,
they’re ferocious not frightened of anything,
great courage they always stand firm.
It’s the blasted Dandy Lions,
well they scare easy,
blow away every time
there’s a storm
and they leave a damned mess”.
She looked at us, and said,
“You’re like those Snapdragons my beautiful girls.
Always stand together.
Always stand firm”.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2017 Dec)
(1)
"Under the Ivy"/Kate Bush
https://youtu.be/NvKNzyO4wk0
(2)
"Datura"/Tori Amos
https://youtu.be/WX_dwuF-6oY
Pipe Dreams
Though I have a woman’s heart; it pounds with
dragon’s fire. Curled about the core of self,
I have lain in wait for Asia with claw, and horn.
Linked-locks and keys have spined beneath my hand
upon the tourist’s rails of China’s Great Wall where
builder’s bones rattle for redress upon the wind.
It is not China’s Long but Ryu ’s heart which pounds.
This was no place, no place for me.
Paper boats zhezhi have blessed my dreams. The
Divine Wind eases my way across a sea of longing
to Nippon. My two-chambered
heart can have but one loyalty—
I say no to the soldiers,
strident in beige and red—
Senkaku’s waves buoy me.
Buddhist temples waver mirage-like in
a gray-white haze of frankincense, the scent
of ever after, lays about me.
For links of love and family, are stronger,
than those of coercion and the gun—I will
island shelter—refine remnants—separate myself
from clay become porcelain—
beneath tori arches; I walk.
A stream in Kyoto
a bronze statue of a ballerina
dancing on point
within a circle
of gnats—
First Published in the Spring of 2017 by Illumen
MISTAKE
I hate myself for this mistake
I really hate myself
How could I make the such mistake
Intrinsic hate damage my organs
My health my mental health
The your commons
LAW define
The real true the law
What law defined be outdated and incompetent
I hate myself for this mistake
I really hate myself
If I could change the course of time
PRODUCE THE INTERCEPT
I still have fight in front of me
The Rockets I shall cease
This weakness of the guilt will never lead to peace
Peace ephemeral
Trait and means of artificial sedation
You always will be fighting for the food and territory
THUS friend of mine in agony of past mistakes
Come to your senses FRIEND
We shall produce the INTERCEPT
Not English anymore is our TORI
They thought it would be fun to dissect Susie’s brain
But wait, Sue said. I am kind of allergic to pain.
We have new meds, you will hardly feel a thing.
She believed the surgeon, ‘cause she’s a ding-a-ling.
The doctors hypnotized her and she stayed in place
While they cut a tiny hole in her front lobe face
They extracted a bit of her teeny sand brain
I’m naked! The piece yelled, and don’t forget my train!
They pulled out a gown, a petticoat and a bridal veil.
I am eager to see what you’ll do next said Dale.
Wait! Said Tori as I was telling this story to her
Who is Dale and were her dendrites still pure?
Since I was rudely interrupted, the tale is now dead.
So now poor Susie is stuck without the rest of her head.
I do not feel guilty, I am the writer, thus the boss.
Not knowing the ending is the reader’s loss.
I'd like to tell you
The the story
Of weird life of english tori
The history of imperialism
The quests of human groups for territory
Of the political bias
On pair based
Or the triangles
Or quaternions
Of that that
And you yourself
I do assume
Is never really sorry
- - - - -
It's true Computer does respond
That I am never really sorry
I might ashamed be
But not sorry why
To comprehend the history of humans
And correctly
With quest for true solution
Eager I am to try
I choices make in life
In way that only would regrets result in
If higher purpose of my being is
Live life in way that's ain't insulting
Sophisms we do appreciate
We clever logic great inquirer appears
World does consist of great variety of spheres
Is it secure for me posting poem this?
In time of peace for war prepare
In time of war prepare for the peas
There were lots of pretty girls
But only one with mahogany curls.
This one had shy amber eyes.
Which caught one big guy by surprise.
His name was Ox Owl Jim.
He called her on a whim.
Did not think he had a chance
But invited her to a dance.
Her name was Tori, and she was a doozy.
His mother called her a little floozy.
At the dance he saw plenty of vigor and vim.
She had way too much sophistication for him.
So he let her go home with another guy.
Once he realized she had caught the other man’s eye.
And he went home to his Mama, Ox Owl Ma.
Where he lives this day, with her and his pa.
“Swords in My Hands”
War paths fade
when she says
Play Misty for Me
It’s so very easy
hold two swords
drop the Ball and glass slippers
The smile is full freedom
he says, do it again
Victory dance and mean it
Taken in this moment
one sword
cuts the zumanity ropes
some strange romance;
he says, do it again
I’ll watch you win
begin
Victory dance
begin
she is calling It in,
ALL in,
by Her Self
LIFE
body in full flight
against Blue Sky
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
"Take to The Sky", Tori Amos
https://youtu.be/__i-CccPdmk
“This house is like Russia,
with eyes cold and gray.
You got me movin' in a circle.
I dyed my hair red today.
I just want a little passion
to hold me in the dark.
I know I've got some magic buried,
buried deep in my heart, yeah….
But my priest says,
You aint saving no souls…
My father says,
"You ain't making any money."
My doctor says,
"You just took it to the limit.
And here I stand,
with this sword in my hand...
You can say it one more time
What you don't like
Let me hear it one more time
Then have a seat
while I take to the sky,
take to the sky...
...
This house is like Russia
with eyes cold and gray"
LYRICS/ “Take to the Sky”, Tori Amos
https://genius.com/Tori-amos-take-to-the-sky-russia-lyrics