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follow /us/
follow /us/
lose your mind
leave your head /behind/
get in line
grab a hand
we're making it
you're making it /now/
Rope of the dead
Rope of sand
swallow /this/
swallow /this/
selling you soap
demanding demand
hope no hope
take no stand
…>/I said
crawl instead
said where you're led/
/now/ we're making it
you're taking it
Rope of the dead
Rope of sand
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That's not MY elephant!
A spiteful conceited elephant that ran away from the circus
MY elephant provides copies of the Bill Of Rights to all 2nd graders in Macon County
Considers fund-raising possibilities of selling elephant ears at Zippy Zoo Days
The kids will bring their white elephants and we will do a Spaghetti Feed
At RATS youth ministry--Can a mouse lift an elephant?
If you want to move a heavy load you have to use force
Where would you push?
For this lesson students used a triangular piece of wood
One side labeled Rights the other Responsibilities
Drop a marble in the balance (They used a 10lb. sack of potatoes)
Its all educational
But Barbar--You wouldn't catch THAT elephant playing jazz on his trunk
Not that elephant jazz in Austin Jazz de Chang (elephant in Thai)
Playing with pink noise and changing the recipe spaghetti
Too hot for a drumstep (bootleg) from the Elephant House
While Ella singing When I See Elephants Fly gazes over Matisse
The Nightmare of the White Elephant from the jazz series
Hanging over the elephant jazz bar nu dark swing dubbles
Ella and Wave for singers a Nightmare autographed Artie Shaw
And the poet on each finger has the following written
Somebody Wanted But So Then says Clustering thats the way
To do it says Glue the stick to the hand--Fulcrum
And then gives all the brats rides on an elephant named Bubbles!
Copyright © Desiree Kuri | Year Posted 2010
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Rabbits, hens, and elephants respond
According to the signals communicated--
What is the use of running?
It is forbidden --by your hand.
Here we try to escape artfully.
Where is the exit?
Donde esta la salida? Por favor.
No salida But we sell souvenir postcards.
After the show.
(This might all happen in a moment of decision)
Give me to be manifest and free and
As yet untamed
As the wind.
How significant do you regard freedom to be?
Freedom to be...
It's a good thing you were taken from the fields.
The buffalo people are gone.
It's a good thing you abandoned the sky,
Now eagles are leaving their nesting places
To fall quicker than shooting stars.
Copyright © Desiree Kuri | Year Posted 2010
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I'll ask no questions -
You're the less is more kind,
But I'm clearly confused,
And seeing I'm blind
To what you don't say,
The next time now,
You're going to stay?
You were wrong
When you left right?
If I remember to forget,
And agree not to fight,
Hey! while the sun shines there,
Or whatever the stormy weather
As long as its fair,
We can be alone together?
Copyright © Desiree Kuri | Year Posted 2011
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Shimmering blue light shines golden through lavender swirl
Beyond the window edge above the pond red mirrored black wings whirl
Shadows across curtain blow a thousand birds sun rise
There you have a poem from the poet's eyes
woods breathe earth spring lilacs droop drip dewgrass suns
Wet shoulders damp towels shaving razor rinse soap water runs
You toast hot butter coffee cup steam rises smoke cigarette glows
There you have a poem from the poets nose
Hands reach warm touch kisses brush skin watered silk fingers glide
Eyes over me and you up thighs tremble and down slow slide
Heart heat beats breath catches lips legs mouths parted to prod ...he...
There you have a poem from the poet's body
smiles tears break your heart my heart aches for all of you all of me aches more
Love swear and heart pledges and I and you my eyes adore
Seeing you wanting you alone standing above and understanding setting you apart
There you have a poem from the poet's heart
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There is a mirror
Beyond a woman's heart
Beyond the image of man
(Beyond your wife and father)
That shows you
Who you are and always were
Once upon a time and still
And still
The mirror can be
The surface of the calmest Inland Sea
Of white time
Which moves so quickly
It appears to stop and still
Reflections
Reflections
Of a lifetime met
Since highchairs became
Stares across the dinner table
Now appearing in your shaving mirror
Each morning
Are not you
But touch and word and play
Reflections of
Eyes of others
Eyes of others
Re-presenting you to you
As they see and feel
And hear and move you
As reflections of THEIR selves
Your mother's son. your father's son, your son's father
Your sister's brother, your brother's keeper
Keeping in these echoes THEIR identities
Folded in the surround protected from
The shattering
The shattering
The mirror can be
Of illusion of force and ceremony
Of bonds and chains and 'sposed-to -bes
Images of custom fractured
Rank and riches crown and king fall to
Nothing
Nothing
Scattered ashes on the waves
And ripples of time beyond you
Who you are and always were
Once upon a time and still
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Among The Dead
Raven's Verse
Long ago in far off days
Where here lived creatures long dead
And went more gentle and good
Upon this fair Earth led
Ravens flew and understood
E'en spoke the words of man
When His blessings were on him right
Now they will not –but they can
And must with the coming night
To bring sunrise to another day
Come here and sit near
Silence keep first
So I may give a little and share
Raven's verse
Listen with care
To the message for you there
Of her kind and their calling
Now as they fall from their skies
Around her whisper the souls of the fallen
And demand a re-opening of eyes
Collection of a debt
Communion with the wise
A new promise to be kept
Raven stood
“Grace!” said she
“And God be with you all we say
For e'en now we see
And know each man must find his way
To another way to be
My powers inform spells
Of a vision—a voice dream
My miracles effective tells
Powers that bring to life – I seem
To re-create the faintest echo well---
There is no breathe in them
Spoken into a void words
Hearts there is no death o them
In the Language Of The Birds
LISTEN!
Howling like wolves
Born of that wild marriage
Wandering witches
Like demons of the sand
Chant
The Wandering Witches Song
You were coming
This we knew
Whispered to us by the breeze
Streams from mountains
Told us too
Long before you reached the trees
Yet how could we see
The soul o you
Red with blood
And black with hate
Or would we welcome if we knew
The fear with which
You approached our gate
Or smile to face
The eyes that hid
An anger nothing could abate?
The die was cast
By the hour we did
We were possessed
It was too late
We saw the sword
Turn in your hand
We saw and knew
You were afraid
Of all you could not understand
So with our love
To you we made
The vow to which
Our strength was forfeit
By our promise to forget
The winds that whispered in us stilled
And those who did not pledge
You killed
We've come along
With you at head
To protect your reason from the moon
Our power to reflect your dread
Your knowledge racing to the tomb
Yet all was growth
Beyond your sight
For we are Masters of the Womb
We own the Spirit, Earth, and Night
And all that moves beneath the Seas
But know our time approaches light
For now you even threaten these!
D. Kuri
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I Am The Master Of This
--Ophelia's Story
for Kathrin Desiree W. 1/19/11
At the mercy of leering monkeys
From which one shrinks
A changeless sum
Challenged by a scornful Spinx.
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Lying like dappled shadows at dusk
New lovers talk
After a long time—oh beautiful, oh silver, oh mercurial time!--
Our stories can be excellent in the telling
And I am thinking of another night
Of he who spoke so softly the truth
“Whether you like it or not
It would be better to listen to the wind, to the sea,
And not to those who talk too much to you.”
Still we go on gathering up and letting go
New Lover's talk
From just beneath the surface of familiar things
Our words, our illusions, return
Sometimes I awaken at midnight to you
And to you in silence my memories return.
Copyright © Desiree Kuri | Year Posted 2010
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Old poems/new posts inspired by recent articles on PoetrySoup
All forms relate to the word
So from the beginning
They carried their ideas
In their minds eye
Shaping symbols
A dimension of spirit
The eye that underlies eyes
Vision makes the flash seem longer
In one blinding flash I thought I saw I was
I said
All forms relate to the word
Being based on a set of words
Also forgotten parts of yourself
Evocation and reproduction
Of the things of life
As strange factory-born personages
Words very mysterious
Every process of Creation begins with
Also with Imagination
Of past ways
Of seeing and experiencing
Detached from life
Finding a way back into it
Breaking from time
Fracturing the sense of balance and place
Where past and future are interchangeable
Achieving synthesis of time and space
One can literally pass the time
Cut loose drifting slowly through
Slowed down space of next to nothingness
Detached from life until
In one blinding flash I said I thought I saw I was
The word falls on its face on the floor
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