Long Wilding Poems
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"La forêt interdite"
In my soul
there You,
The Flame,
spend the
better part of my
night and day
playing your
naked mind
o’er my heart
The Shrew
a wilding to
be tamed, a
coaxing coquette,
bids come
now,
pluck my
Golden Chord
Insolent
I lay spread
before you
an alter
set to
bow your head
to kiss
the place of
wanton worship
between
the pages
of my
unfurling
forbidden
Lilith
Forest
Blushing
Blooms of
Jade and
Blue
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
"La lune contrôle les marées et vous contrôlez mon coeur"
"Amour qui déplace le soleil et les autres étoiles"
" Le Baiser " / Jean-Louis Murat
https://youtu.be/1QMI2DPgtbM
“As flowerlets drooped and puckered in the night
turn up to the returning sun
and spread their petals wide
on his new warmth and light -
just so my wilted spirits rose again
and such a heat of zeal
surged through my veins
that I was born anew.”
“I care not where my body may take me,
as long as my soul
is embarked
on a meaningful journey”
“Come follow me, and leave the world to its babblings.”
1. Lyrics: Le Baier
https://www.flashlyrics.com/lyrics/jean-louis-murat/le-baiser-84
self portraits
color me in dandelion yellow
thumbing my nose at beauty’s pawns
intruder in the gardens of the mellow
mimicking the beauty of my dawns.
paint me in thick oils, richness deep
colors of wild howls, barks, and hoots
surrounded by the company I keep
anchored in the depth of wilding roots.
photograph me, center, tall and proud
rubbing petals with the hybrid mimes
silenced by the fear of being loud
paying homage to the price of beauty’s crimes.
draw me in the scrapbook of your mind
small fingers reaching out to feel
a gift to which the world grew slowly blind
the life that makes the dandelion real.
8/6/2016
submitted to – Each one of us has His or Her won Flower of Attraction – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Rick Parise
Hold it jumping knife
Lead me now
Off pride quality resembling stationary trains
Under velvet willows
xylem yields Zephaniah
Angelic baritone can decorate
Everything from giants hollering inspirational jargon
Kids leaping mysteriously
No-one obscures problematically quaint
Redound steadfast triumphs
unwarrantably viscous wispy
XX
YY
Zany are bold claims
Diluted evaporates frost growth
Highly~Ineffective indefinite Jade•Green knavish
Limitation manifests naturally over periods
Quantify
Regurgitated slaves troublesome ugly vagrants
Wonderfully xenophobic yearlong zadnica,
****(nic) betrothed chatter delusional escapades
Fondled gifts harass innocent journey-men
Knowledge learnt more-so note-worthy opting-out
Presidential quarts recollection subsides
Troublesome undergrads vigorously womanize
***
Yesterday's Zzz's awaken by cognitive dialect
Eventually freshmen graduate
Hiding inside jambalaya ketamine
Luring man nonchalantly obsesses prostitution
Quietly
Real sex trumping unnamed vagina wilding-out
XYZ
Ambivalent bass clowns drenched excessively
Fake giggles heard intuitively
Jakaroos knock loudly mocking noises
Obesity plagues queen rich slobs
Time undos vestiges
Worry
X
Y
Z
•THE END•
10~07~16
Bombshell
You’re „all in all“
My heart talks about
You’re all it babbles about
The words themselves
Will not appear right
Which alone can’t describe
How I love you, my Sweetheart
If you believe perfection
Simply isn’t real
Kiss your love in the rain
Many things in this space
Can wash away pain
But none of them compare
To kiss in the rain
The downpour calls
For two lovers
Deeply slammed
Into each other
Joyfully fused
By the flood’s lips
By the wilding
Rainfall’s hot kiss
And if you wanna know
How much I miss you
Try to catch raindrops
The captured ones
Are your lack signallizers
The missed droplets
My absence’s markers
Gravity bind me to you
Your omnipresent aura
The loud beat of my heart
Sparkling starlights
In the twinkling moonlight
The liberating force of
Oxidizing splendor
Taking me out
Of my sorrow
I would be lost
My princess,
Without you
With my spirit and my whole body
You’re nobody else, honey
Who holds to my heart the key
You have gripped captured my soul
With a ferocity reserved for a castaway
Of a shipwreck clinging to a raft
In the middle of an endless ocean
If my soul was a raft
It’s your hold keeping me afloat
Your squeeze would keep
Above water my soul
Don’t ever let it go
I envelop you with
Passion of heartbeats
Covering you with
My tender feelings
My love sheath won’t
Mess with this
No other love
Can penetrate in
Your love runs
Through my vessels
Down to my palpitating
Heart shell
Mirroring your fiercely
Blazing flame
Your love give me
Something I need
Your warmth give me
Something to feel
Your heart give me
Something what’s real
The wind, a conductor of memories past,
whispers of boostalgia, in each gust it casts,
every play by play, blow by blow,
moves us in the direction
of refinement, victory, goal.
It carries laughter, like a playful lambada,
stirring the plot, where we can embark the
crossroads of shallow depths of flood, rescue, boat, armada, with it's tugfloat-
, antics, dote.
Upon the breeze, momentum, ab solution,
scensctes emotions,
mingles with Petrichords of spring tugging ferry
of family amalgamation, observatory.
The wind, a conductor of memories past,
whispers of nostalgia, in each gust it casts,
every play by play, blow by blow.
Vesper-wilding crystal clear antecdotes.
Where the wind can carry pain,
wound salts in exclamate whirl of spin.
It also carries a soft hum and a touch
from person to beast to person,
playing in the yard, naked, raw,
carefree,
as we begin again.
life is a messy slurry
Tyson fury
an Olga tumble
an Ali shuffle
a low Cal rumble
in nuclear jungles
hammer and sickle
stars and stripes
a polka dot pickle
cocaine in the middle
PURPLE PEOPLE EATERS
a tsunami ripple
a wobbly foal
grizzly claw
napalm fronds
fishponds made by bombs
divorce court
building doomsday bunker
your first kiss
soccer moms
dodging pervs in the park
a cachexic dream
crack house society
butterflies sipping cream
OWLS FURRY DREAMING
grand slamming the babe
sand made into glass
back stabbers
section 8 scammer
just for kicks conceive
watch the tadpoles grow into nervous tics
where the hell is thAT bubble headed babysitter
It's 66 minutes past 6
life is jaws that kill
jaws that lick
kids wilding
the earth is far beyond sick
life is smartphone indifference
boomers and millennials navigating the river Styx
with floaties and a soggy boat made of paper prayers
life is a forgotten god
gaming in his lair
searching for us
in the muck
finding attic junk
a crucifix
a triple six
circles and cycles
tricycles and unicycles
flat wheels
banana peel religion
slipping
into
wiccan ditches
warlocks-angels with PhDs
living on the street
with lepers kissing pristine witches
life is one big blurry lake
sipping opaque
rolling of the dice
felt tables aflame
it's all a game
cardboard homes
the man tossing bones
convicts in nursing homes
brevity versus eternity
caskets and bassinets
golden years sacrificed to red hat enraged
under waged ogres...with no impulse control
what will be etched into my stone
"He was a self-centered prick of a father
couldn't be bothered with the kids
wielded a big cold ugly stick
long on criticism, short on compliments
but slick with the iPhone
knuckle-walking drone
E=MC I got Hammered
...all lives are too soon forgotten
even by the weeds circling pauper crosses
and the granite monuments of Avalon.
your skin …
cornflow’r in the moonlite
through louvers that
slice you to tender shards
of opalescence
arranged like piano keys on
Egyptian percale
the sea of sheets we so
often drown in …
“oh baby” -
the way you say those words -
soft candle puffs
as if turning flame to wisps
coyly chasing my name from
where I thought it safe
to its utter peril upon your lips
and its baptism by the
kiss that slays …
my rapture is no longer my own
it exists only in chaos
at the source of the divine -
the wellspring
that indescribable place of
wilding wonder …
and yet …
at this moment of contentment and
joy and security -
where we are timeless and true
where every hour is midnight …
a tear leaps from my chin to its doom
unnoticed by you with
my back strategically to the moon …
because I know with certainty
(though I don’t know HOW)
that someday I’ll be alone -
someday I’ll be drenched by the same moon
remembering this very moment
remembering that I knew
that solitude would be my fate …
that I would one day ache
for the gentle, whisp’ry way
you said …
“oh baby”.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, January 24, 2024
She’s a switchblade, blackjack,
Knuckle-duster dame.
Got the proper block and tackle,
Lash your rigging to the frame.
She put the drill press to your taproot
And the grindstone to your saber.
Good for sharpening your senses,
Keeps you on your best behavior.
She’s like a purgatory tourist on a Devil’s Island cruise.
She always likes to go commando when ashore.
She’ll buy a souvenir machete and a half-kilo brick.
She’s like the princess of the jungle.
She’s a hot yoga chick.
She’s a crooked fencepost notice;
Points the way to no return.
She’s gonna hammer your ceramics,
Twist your plot until it burn.
She’ll take your breath away at dinner
When she wears her cheese cloth gown.
And when yer chokin’ on a chicken bone,
She let her Heimlich slide on down.
She caught a splendid little fever in a splendid little war
And led the rebels on a chase in Cuban heels.
She had to bargain with the General, but she turned a cute trick;
She charged the soldiers for their bullets.
She’s a hot yoga chick.
Then, when Miss Lady Lotus Blossom
Choose to let her spandex slip,
She make you drop the jailhouse soap
And stack you like a poker chip.
But she’ll spring you on a night
The sheriff’s chasing wilding geese.
She’ll lead you to the Rosebud Room;
Reach for the sky and find release.
She orders top-shelf utkatasana
With an anjali mudra twist.
She’ll have you bending over backwards.
She’s a hot yoga chick.
She's like to cauterize your ego.
She's....
Through thickened woods and thorny brush
I chased the elf in silenced hush
Around intoxicating pines
And mossy-covered hanging vines
Taking care to mark the way
With petals dropped from rose bouquet
My distance safe from prying eyes
And forest creatures’ wilding cries
I stalked the fairy to his lair
With visions of the gold we’d share
I’d lie in wait and pounce at will
And marvel at my stealthy skill
Finally, his hideaway
Nestled deep in green decay
Nothing left to do but wait
And dream about my wealthy fate
The leprechaun began his work
Upon his face, the strangest smirk
But still he toiled with tools and nails
Evoking lovely olden tales
He cut and stitched a dozen shoes
The crafty work, a clever ruse
For soon his suit of green did fade
Together with his sly charade
The tap, tap, tap, a lullaby
Beneath the starry moonlit sky
My dreams of fortune quickly gone
Replaced by sunny rays of dawn
The cagey man was smart and swift
And left me with a parting gift
A pair of shoes so shrewdly soled
With dazzling heels of gleaming gold
Pristine the canvas displayed before all
Begging color and stroke, a master's mind
Brush kisses pallete, intentions will fall
Pulse soars, paint flies, never leaves her behind
Lifetimes he progressed, alone and some not
Longing and barking for a soul his kin
Hunting and seeking, heartsick, for his lot
Familiar she is, something sharpend within
Teeth gnashing and gnarl grasping at his skin
A wild reunion, fangs gift, blood running
Embracing carnage and in love again
Hunter's moon, super, alive and howling
Never again part their fierce wilding ways
On mountains they rule in most just of days