Marble Poems

I delicately savor your body with caresses, like a sculptor shaping the marble

I delicately savor your body with caresses, like a sculptor shaping the marble of life with tender touches,
And in your pure soul, I string dreams like pearls, reflecting the hidden light of desires,
When the moon hides and the stars appear, like lost fireflies on the deep and restless sky,
To feel the love that binds us

DAVID : Sculpture : Michelangelo: Florence : 1501

  “Sweet is my sleep, but more to be mere stone,
so long as ruin and dishonour reign ;
to bear nought, to feel nought, is my great gain ;
then wake me not, speak in an undertone !”
                  

CREATION OF MAN Section Sistine Chapel Ceiling 1511 -MICHELANGELO

 do not be afraid

                  GO !     MY  BELOVED
         YOU are the CENTRE OF CREATION
so go         

I have sculpted my father's face in the marble of silent dreams

I have sculpted my father's face in the marble of silent dreams,
and all the vehicles of time, each with its own departure,
I have kept the dungeons as chronicles of oblivion,
and the masks of leaders, shadows of the times, and the teeth of those who tear.
I have embroidered quarrels with women like tapestries of embers,
but most

Cosmic dust of color, spread across the marble table

Cosmic dust of color, spread across the marble table,
where you, with sacred grace, draw esoteric circles,
watching me as I prepare the canvas for painting,
laughing softly, slipping your powdered finger into my ear,
like a secret sign of our mystical initiation.
Surprised, I was caught in the alchemy of creation,
gathering colors like precious relics,
unaware of my surroundings,
of your

HSE, HSE, HSE

Hovering over a flashing sign
At the portal to our oil town
Chirped the fluttering sparrow
To the tiny desert flower
That had just offered
Its first golden smile
To the rising sun of spring:

“Eh, ye! What are these guys upto
Erecting these boards all around
That change colours and scenes
Like lights on a festival ground? ”

The flower smiled again,
This time philosophically:
“My flying

Gold-Veined Marble

On the heights, in marble stands
a temple wrought by hopeful hands
to please the one, eternal king;
to sacrifice and praise and sing.

Then the night ... dark witching hour.
Marble cracks from hellish power.
In dawn's red glow our eyes run wet. 
We beat our breasts - what we forget!

His gentle hands retrieve the stone,
mend the flesh and heal

Collosus of Dionysis

Collosus of Dionysis


No tickets need be purchased to adore you
slumbering under the sultry sun,
your unfinished body of Naxian marble
dormant,
in an ancient quarry.
It is a quiet hike to worship you
Long lines of grey, green and amber shrubs
growing a respectful distance,
throwing shade and
glowing admiration along the length of
your magnificent body.
I lay my small hand upon
your 80 ton

Marble Floors

The bigger the stage the grander the scheme, 
and we are.

The Angel On the Mantel

the angel on the mantel 
comes from an old wagon road 
that cuts from desert brush
into the burnished hills
where creosote breaks up and scatters 
at the base of the Chiricahuas
where Fort Bowie Calvary slaughtered 
Apache braves
where an old cancerous man treks
miles of primitive trail
into the heart of a sacred mountain
for pure white marble, cut into

Sharp As a Marble

With a mind sharp as a marble
Words roll off my tongue as garble.
My clean shaved head is like a globe
Serpentine tattooed, lobe to lobe
With yellow, brown and strings of blue
Of understated pastel hues
Waxed smoother than a scratched eight-ball
Like a brain coral, all in all.
What is outside is not within
Sharp as a marble crown to chin.

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A Pink Marble

 a pink marble
rolling in sky
scent of phlox
in the garden
a croaking frog

The Marble Stones

Silent Stones
Granite and Marble
Testement to our Mortality
Sun gazes brightly, blinded by sonder
Upon memorials to our fatality

The Big Blue Marble

I had a dream the other night
Dreamt of flyin' what a sight

Soared above our big blue marble
At what I saw I could only marvel

Inspired by a very peaceful scene
The oceans blue the forests green

If only man could soar so high
He'd view it all with a different eye

From way up there no sign of war
No sign

Five Marble Pillars For New Year

To learn how to recite koine Greek
That I may drink from the life-giving creek

Finish reading the words of Plato
To grow my knowledge thereto

Give up eggs and milk
So I can fully wear the white silk

Travel this dark world of hellfire
That I may hear Christ’s silver lyre

Be better for aeons to see
So I can become a marble

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