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"Notes on a Wrist"
the pulse felt
under nibs
of fingertips
translates a life
the semicolan
stretches like
the devil
hungers
it can
wait a long time
eternally feeding you
drip by drip
ever present
the missing
hovers, like a
hummingbird
never sits
beak and feet
wet in the detail
tasting the temptation
to cut strings
fleeting
and fickle
like a child
switches graces
the keys
black and white
the forest contains
all your precious things
hard to leave
leaves, all their
autumn winter stories
sentences written
and spent
like veins
singing stinging
the body of work
temporary rent
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
"There is a fable in the forest
whispered by branches as they blow,
a tale about the truth of leaving
things that no longer help you grow.
For on the surface it looks simple;
like you need only lace your boots,
but there is nothing quite as painful
as untangling your roots.
And proof is found in tree stumps
of the price some pay to flee,
that they would cut
their lives in half,
to cut the time before they're free.
Yet from the little left behind
Life has been known to grow again,
for unless you take your roots,
a part of you will still remain."
My mind’s the only shelter where I hide
When troubles overcome and fear spreads
My mind’s a room where I can sit inside
Imagining I’m safe, untangling threads
Attempting to detach from grief and pain
I seek for consolations of all kinds
My mind is working hard to keep me sane
And it’s the only place where I can find
My dearest darling J, who’s gone from sight
Into another world where one day I shall go
But till my mind is living, every night
She comes to sing the song we used to know
No conscious life without the mind I gain
Only the presence of the mind provides reality
Inside my mind I touch the sun, and feel the rain
Your smiling face, my J, reminds of immortality.
Written: August 10, 2023
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In the late summer's embrace, I find solace.
Bathing in the sun's warmth—nature's grace
The world apricates, as I do in kind,
A symbiotic peace, an eternal bind
Two silhouettes tested harsh jazz,
Waltzing in the field, casting a dazzling razzmatazz
In a corner stood, in an early red, earthy storm,
Whipping clouds, fluffy beds, curlicued form
A street lamp hung from the sky above,
Guiding lost souls with a gentle love
Often, in destruction, insight is found.
Into nature's secrets—profound
Observation becomes my daily quest.
Untangling nature's labels leads to a lovely conquest.
A thunderclap in a cloudless sky of blue
Clouds gather for thunder; it's surprising but true.
It also means—lightning can strike.
In broad daylight, out of view,
Whispers of late summer, a hidden clue
Nature's mysteries unfolded with my hike.
Revealing the awe-inspiring beauty that lies
In the symphony of the elements, I stand,
A witness to nature's mighty hand
As late-summer whispers surprise.
The secrets it conceals have me spellbound.
The sun's warmth embraces a soul that is found
Nature, my friend, dances by my side.
Together, we find solace in the late summer's stride.
In the harmony of life, we become one.
Immersed in the beauty that can never be undone.
Whispers of late summer guide the way.
Revealing the wonders of each raw day.
And as I wander through this enchanting land,
I realize that nature's touch is truly grand.
So let the whispers of late summer be heard.
As they carry the secrets of this wondrous world.
I wish I could go back in time to childhood,
Go back, back to when I was a little girl;
Full of Christmas happiness and joy,
And the anticipation of Santa coming.
O, how I loved Christmas with my family,
The cooking and the decorating of the tree;
Mom fussing, grandma dusting and me helping,
And dad untangling the lights (swearing).
The fireplace was crackling and glowing,
And outside the snow was beginning to fall;
And us kids were so excited waiting for Santa Claus,
Mom was telling us Christmas stories.
Oh, on Christmas morning sneaking downstairs,
And all the presents stacked beneath the tree;
How could mom and dad and grandma be sleeping;
I checked to see if Santa had eaten his cookies.
Yes, only crumbs remained and his milk was gone,
How did he always know what I wanted;
It was the miracle of Christmas this adult thinks,
I still enjoy waiting for Santa on Christmas Eve
You, never know he could really exist for real,
Just because we cannot see him, he could still be;
That jolly man in a red suit, with white whiskers,
Riding a red sleigh with his frisky reindeer.
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November 19, 2015
Narrative
For the contest, Story Poem About Santa Claus
Sponsor, Carol Eastman
First Place
Slithering and Creeping Along the Moonlit Path
Where Dark Desires Permeates the Hidden Caverns of My Heart
An Enchanted Road, A Supplicant Ritualist Journey
Beyond the Seas of Perpetual Agony
Confronting Sinister Vices In the Canyon of Piteous Wails
Seeking The Crossroads of Equilibrium Where Virtue Prevails
This Path Navigates the Depths of My Soul Harbor
Abode to My Grotesque Daemons Balanced by Angels of Blissful Splendor
Goddess Luna, Witness to Submission and Surrender
Mystical Luminary With Her Reflective Glow
Reveals the Doorway Pillars of Emerald and Gold, Arch of Ivy Hanging Low
Precept by Precept Steps on the Battened Cobbled Stone Road
Paved with Desire, Despair and Hope Inward Pilgrimage To the Moon Sage's Abode
For I Am a Wanderer of The Dark Night, Purposely Endowed
Untangling Threads to Complete My Soul's Contract I Vowed!
Hecate Whispers Songs My Shadows Sing
Of Liberation, Perfection, Growth and Healing.
Can it be, into this world we are dropped
from heavenly streams that have never stopped?
With sweet hope gifted to our souls delight,
oceans of love and its fiery desires;
ladies so fair, we thank our keen eyesight
and leap into romance hottest fires.
Can it be, wonderment is our reward
given for living in a world so hard?
With love's soulmate waiting a heart to touch,
deepest seas of hot sexual pleasures;
daring to embrace and love very much
this bountiful store, of life's great treasures.
Can it be, that in life's short duration
we go beyond mere infatuation?
With deeper dreams that bless spirits in need,
grant romantic nights of sweetest relief;
birth greatest pleasures of harvested seeds
fruited in soul's spiritual beliefs.
Your questions asked with pulsing energy
of lovers’ wonderland of synergy..
Gifts do flow from fountain to foundations
of souls inspiring minds to understand;
seductive passion’s yearning flirtations
of red embers roused to lusty flames fanned.
In awe you long to know love’s mysteries,
untangling threads in tender reveries..
Of all the gold offered in sun’s rich rays
Sol would be poor in the worth of our love;
for never could there be more wealth of praise
than for ambrosial taste from gods above.
During this life as our lustrous hearts’ beat
we can transcend mundane with love’s white heat..
Our physical plane of mortal being
is heightened with intimate unity;
body and soul in tantra foreseeing
weaving love’s strands into eternity.
Robert J. Lindley and Susan Ashley
(a collaboration)
July 31, 2018
*For the purpose of this collaboration, tantra represents the weaving of strands into a unified whole and liberation of energy and expansion of consciousness*
Look for the ancient pathway
Where the path breathes with life at every sacred step;
Heaving and yearning,
gradually freeing our souls;
untwining and untangling even the ugliest knots.
Until all we seek is Your face,
And all we hear is Your tender voice,
Beckoning us further than we dare to tread alone;
Pilgrimage becoming sweet
When we place our hands in Yours,
The rough ways You do make smooth
And the crooked path You do make straight.
Whilst the Wolves and Hyena’s mock in vain;
Our heads now drip
with Your precious oil,
And our human form with Your feathers You do hide,
For You know our feeble frame.
When shadows are drawn long at eventide
we remember we are but dust
As the scattered embers remain;
our life’s refrain
We still our souls to remember thus:
Tales of knights in armoured suits,
And battles long they fought,
awoken as if by ancient dreams,
Drawing on the waters deep for the thirsty soul ne’er can sleep
Quenched now only by Thy healing streams
Thee my burning embers cool.
Seeking solace now instead of noise;
Wisdom’s cloak is gladly worn
When the hour presses deep
upon our souls
The oil of gladness is our song.
With fervour we press on towards The Prize,
Though lions roar and oceans swell,
We have learnt the beauty of Your ways
And love to dwell in Your ancient Courts,
listening like small children to their Mother’s soft sweet voice
We deftly tread upon the world that Thou hast made,
and Thou aides us on to Beulah Land
Where at the river shall we cross
Into The Jordan Sea
??
In my dream I lived on the edge of the future
Untangling the schemes and webs of the past
I sought out the leaders of nations that reigned
with havoc, division, hatred and blame
I gathered the cannons, and missles that blast
The bullets, the hand grenades, the rifles and bombs,
Daggers, and hand guns...and one by one...
all the weapons of mankind, were sent to the moon
I melted them together, in a bubbling brew..
Cooled, them, and molded and shaped them anew
Into a bright shiny spaceship. of alien steel
With smooth silver skin, and a promise within
A silver-scaled symbol, with a flaming red tail
To blaze the frontier, with amazing new trails
Imagine the journey, as we circled the stars!
On this voyage to the heavens, every leader joined hands
We soared like a comet , 'til enlightened were we..
Learning new ways to heal earthly scars
When our war torn planet had been given a rest
With restored human kindness, .....we returned from our quest
Back to our home, and more gentle our steps
In dreams our for the future, ...is it too hard to find?
I would take you along, if my dream comes again
Such a quest for our future, is a place to begin...
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If the world was ending,
I'd wanna be next to you;
witnessing the last sunset,
in the mirror of your pearl-shaped eyes
I'd kiss the oysters that cradle them,
one last time before it's too late.
I'd trace your bittersweet tears
with a trail of kisses,
tasting the salty ocean that
burns up your wounds and fears.
untangling your brunette mesh,
as they tighten their grasp
afraid to let go;
I'll embrace you,
until your ice-cold body
melts into my burning chest.
blinded by the myths of forever,
will the dawn rise on us again, ever?
So I'mma love you every night,
like it's the last night.
Your smile fades, the dimples too
no longer creasing your ivory skin,
i can see the sunglow and the sunset
vanishing just like me and you.
Your lips tremble,
whispering fractured syllables,
I'll kiss them for a while,
cherishing the screaming silence,
and die with a smile.
Tranquil Undergrowth
Tranquil Undergrowth so slowly grows
And hides the tiny timeless leaves of life
Arrows spring forth on sunlight bows
Joined by birds of green and white in flight
Piercing bursting life into the light
Golden butterflies glisten in the new suns birth
Untangling night from day
From covered secrets in the earth
Where sacred is the spot to pray
And love comes out to play
Winged Spring bursts forth in cosmic splendor
To breathe the world to life
What joy to find you at your door
So beautiful and nice
As we explore together loves every spice
Tranquil undergrowth so slowly grows from the earth
And hides so quietly the tiny timeless leaves of life
Now we have our time for playful mirth and worth
In pools of warmer waters that ease our strife
Where you remain my lovely wife