Prologue in BrideVoice
Let Him kiss me
with his patriarchal
predative
straight white monotheistic mouth.
His Yang passion
is more blissful than intoxicating wine;
delicate
elegant
integral in fragrance
of his scent,
His rich capital name
is a regenerating wet
warm oil poured
spasmodically out
and that is why
WoMan loves divine Man.
Lead me in your sacred footsteps,
let us run together.
EmPowering Yang has seduced me
into his unenlightened bedroom;
Sacred Integrity will become our wombed joy
and our climatic gladness.
WoMen shall praise your co-passion
more widely
and deeply than exotic
darkly erotic wine;
How right[brain]
we feel
and fail
to co-passion left
with only Us.
Categories:
spasmodically, culture, health, integrity, metaphor,
Form: Political Verse
Frankly, the house was crooked
and glum to the bone.
The usual dead bugs and dust,
some flaking rust.
The weight of all this closed-in time
hung heavily on the realters shoulders.
for a while, it made us all
spasmodically mute.
The kitchen was a small grotto
for long deceased gnomes.
The agent led us through other rooms,
where dead spaces roamed like foraging hogs.
Glazed windows let in only shadows
which then retired to expire
into monkish cubbyholes.
Upstairs a gothic renaissance had faltered
after its chained dragon had died of ennui.
Being young and broke, we moved in,
and until we could afford cable,
we learned to love Spam sandwiches,
while studying by candlelight
all the lesser known
Gregorian chants.
Categories:
spasmodically, poetry,
Form: Free verse
our silent euphoric screams
of pure ecstatic delight
involuntarily streams
each day & night
bliss magnetism heightens
vivifying all nodes within
auric field brightens
in divine radiation
eyes clenched and lips pursed
we spasmodically shudder
dance unrehearsed
rapturous wonder
22-October-2020
Categories:
spasmodically, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
One night
When I was tired, scared and sad
And the sun was low
I went out for a walk
On a dusty old road
Alone
Here was my refuge, my shelter
Nature on both sides lay
Tranquil, motionless
Not warm, not cold – indifferent
The clouds drooped with weight by the skyline
The wind spasmodically rose
Agitating the serenity about me
Lost in a deep pool of thought
My mind wandering relentlessly
I walked and I walked
I looked around me
I walked and walked
Till my troubles seemed diluted
And my mind more at peace
I heard music in the forest
I listened for a while
To that quiet symphony of beauty
Then I returned
With a dwelling hope
Of a sunnier morning
Of the dawn of a happier day
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on January 5, 2018
Categories:
spasmodically, hope, nature, sad, solitude,
Form: Free verse