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Ode à Une Femme Sauvage
The sun drank the water
From the leaves below the flower
While the moon tore the flesh
From the roots that made that day
But living past the dream
From the slit of eyes did gleam
The bloom called the barren queen
Now her prize did give away
In the stall of pig and mire
In the nightmare of desire
The pagan films the fire
Of the bloom behind the scream
For trinkets, lights fall flashing
She lets the cameras eye start catching
The flight of youth that’s passing
while her petals fade to gray
Now naked and forsaken
For the prize her soul was taken
Upon the bed her earth is quaking
But forever is the stage
For the flower loves the money
and the moon, her milk and honey
Both unfulfilled lost and hungry
The web catches those who play
While living in the shadow
Of the thing we call tomorrow
Break the bone to taste its marrow
And set the stone upon the grave
For the lid of the coffin
Is the thing they find most often
Tears of rain falls to soften
The earthen sheets in which they lay
Say nights nightingale so hollow
Fly her youth unto the morrow
Just a flower on time but borrowed
Is the maiden made a slave
But cast not your eye in judgment
Those stones be they so isoquant
The caster as much the recipient
For is it not everything she gave
there is a never after
where words are lost
and colours fade
but perhaps we won't let go ~
in dreams and voices
there will be one more story from me
you'll be attentive
one last time
yet the tips of my fingers
slip from grasp
and all I ever wish for stills
I watch the earth spin
confused as to who is letting go
in this here and now
~ balance from the moon ~
a momentary turn
no one falls away
all lay softly
sound asleep
heartbeats become the dream
pictures ink into night skies
one thousand and one times
existing as permanently
as a memory feels
when last times
were just yesterday
The stars sparkle like a gentle spring.
They long to move and give birth to Happiness.
They frolic with desire, wishing to bloom the sky with brilliance.
Let us dance, ladies — to the vibratos of the heart.
When his beloved leans toward him, he becomes her sun.
He shines, blazing, his light carrying his kindness.
He wants to offer softness, to cover the world with a rainbow.
He opens the heart-chest of his body to the one he loves.
Feelings are like a butterfly resting on a flower.
We envy their fragile beauty, yet so fleeting.
The stars capture their hopes with every spark that fades.
No — they want to live as the fruit of his prayers.
At night, sounds become more perceptible.
His heart beats, beats so strongly, his throat dries.
Words no longer come.
He implores the moon to wrap him in a case of golden dust,
to protect him from his shyness.
From this cocoon, the words take their place to offer the essential:
“Inconsolable in your absence, my hand warms itself in yours.
Love, I love you.”
— Joël Charvillat
All I could afford
Was loitering at Stu Wards
Having a draft
Rooty tooty in beer craft
When suddenly
It was not funny
A feeling I was done
No longer welcome
It was twilight gleaming
Star struck with meaning
Then like it was on cue
Supporter fan Echo Zulu
Exclaimed Woo Hoo
Leaving these resentful two
Screaming critically boo boo
This attitude made me leave
After wiping my foul mouth on me sleave
Headed then to an Italian kitchen
Hour close to be witching
Stomach needing protection
Pizza Bianca was the late-night selection
Winning the food fetish election
Took some time
Enjoyed the dine
Before taking a joy ride
No needing a guide
Up the scenic rout
To the twin lights where I was going to shout
From the paved cliff viewing defined Corniche
Independent from any financial commitment leash
Making a wish
Dreaming a gigantic fish
Will work with my look
Baited on the photogenic hook
Still at peace
About the decision giving me a release
On their terms
Being concern
Staying firm
What was learned
Feeling burned
Interpreting the modern games rules
Written by fools
Stating to have success
Reported in the press
You need fortune and fame
For everyone to know your name
Standing here I do declare
Showing a glaring stare
Sending out a dare
Stating nothing can compare
Since success came to me fair
And square
Leaving power players professionally scared
Against light source well crafted
tubular structure appended with eyepiece gazing
offers viewer eye-opening, mind boggling
instantaneously birthing then vanishing
resplendent myriad colorful
geometric awesome shifting shapes
hypnotizing sight seer into a whirling gigolo
where multifaceted fractals display pin-wheeling
arithmetically perfect triangulate squarely
with proportionate arcs astounding
blind faith on microscopic scale
analogous to cosmic big bang spellbinding
mankind from time immemorial
when her/his gaze turned heavenward
peering into azure vault –
one macrocosmic hint
per origin from when on-looking
proto-humans ruminated inscrutably
enamored at the spectacular eminence grise
forever holding mystery of universe
evolution in shroud of secret
continually mystifying one generation
after another until...
twenty first century astrophysicists
begin to unravel evolutionary tale
writ small on planet earth yet storied tome
pried open from scientific revolutions
enabling birth of cosmos honed with more
fine tuned precision to zero in
precise second, whence explosion filled void
nebulous material coalescing
into rudimentary galactic masses generating
vast surfeit of globular structures evincing
conically swirling
millennial futuristic clear cut entities
upon which one – namely gaia
finds this sole member *****sapiens
reveling in his makeshift primitive contrivance
teasing ocular sense with visual orgasms
begetting thought provoking questions
into this eternal wonderment
that perchance some intelligent deity
willfully rotates planet like some plaything
synonymous with mere mortal
peering into magic of kaleidoscope
whereby generic one primate in love with words!
As subtle obvious
from above and bellow doth burst
this non quitting chap doth tick cursed
with avidity, cupidity, electricity durst
flickr ring, google ling, and high five ving first
to flout conformity, and will when
coffin doth bear me away,
lest cremation mine ashes get disbursed
aspiring to wax poetic fur better
or hud duh livery wurst.
Thoughts froth, crest, and merge through ocean’s
indiscriminate wandering, no recognizable
beginning or end like smoke on the wind,
melding, melting, fusing coalescing.
Reality a fragile grasp held on
a two-dimensional canvas once white,
clean, stretching taunt, taunt as the
implausible reality of our existence-
existence standing, stranding, hair, fur, frond's
weaving about crowns of trees in rye fields.
Everything alive, writhing, wanting,
needing, thriving, dying-skin crawling reality
like orange oil on the hollow cheeks of despair.
Pain, defies, belies, confusion's frame stretching
upon illusion's claim-eye to hand, hand to brush
the clean, white, membrane between brain pan and
paint pan. No recognizable beginning or end
melding, melting, fusing, coalescing-gone.
Self-Portrait with Fur Cap, Bandaged Ear & Pipe
Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890 Dutch)
First Published in Five Poetry Magazine 2013
COME TO THYE END OF THE BOW
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He played his fiddle
while we danced
while lunching toward
the completion of the task.
We was-ah putting up post
to put the tainer shed on.
It was found just beneath
the surface bout'ah
5 inches down near the
base of the tree it's
arare aoccasion for such
as silver is often found in
heavysands near mines
or in streambeds. Taint none
round here.96% pure bout
77 pounds.
Until he weighed it and said it
was 42 pounds.
My scale aint that far off.
I beleive this is one of
those devilish varmitts
preaacher warned us about.
he told me he'd take it in for the cashing.
I said to that man you must think I am
a fool. Censored due to a Lady being here.
Well he said
"Hugga dug and Ah-Frug will Thank you."
We needs ah Medation to solve this pendin
feud: due to his dishonesty!
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Avocado" Tinsel Toadwalk and "Tangles" Grisser Gamms
"Tare not you foul feind: put it on the scale"
alluvium:Abbraccia una rana e un cane ti ringrazierà.
Maria, the flower of my life
At the heart of this journey, a light persisted: Maria.
The morning fills the half-open corridor with sunlight. The nascent rays warm the atmosphere. On the granite steps, worn by the coming and going of several generations, the door opens completely. She is there.
Grandmother, hair gathered in a bun, face radiant. She embraces me as usual, in a protective manner. I feel the warmth of her embrace, the softness of her skin, the love that radiates.
?Maria, you are the flower of my life.
The sacred fire that I wish upon everyone.
The grief is great when I think of you, but love saves life. Can one describe feelings? It is like a sculpture: one chisels the bonds between two beings over time, through shared moments, shared values, boundless love, simplicity.
We had this clarity, and we knew that sensitivity is a strength.
?Opening one's heart to others.
Testimonies serve as a binding thread, but are not an end in themselves. All roads are long with the dust of life.
The stars are but the sparks of the infinite.
To see, to hear… or to slip into the insondable silent light.
We always have a tear in the corner of our eye, a heart vibrating like the strings of a guitar. Sensitivity lives within us. It is our inner music.
Chrysalises have become butterflies. No matter the form, words always carry a world in perpetual movement.
And Maria, in this world, is the clear note, the warm breath, the tenderness that never fades.
?Joël Charvillat.