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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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In reverence to you and the day, a vow of gallantry in times like these but on further consideration one step … beyond past twelve burning oils a budding rose fallen and again the gypsy heart veiled in white shanghaied into pondering a snowflake from hell somewhere in the in between. The lovers, the dreamers, and me have beautiful stories to tell of the lost and found in these masks we wear and God only knows your weight in told but looking in … squirrels just wanna have fun passing by in this spiral of time. In this quill of listless night the smile has grown stagnant contemplating walls, the air of love, and summer love; why did you have to go away to Kroeker’s pond and Ebony Utopia especially when me and moon in Gloucester expectant. Men of the land, beware this nymph so cool jilted for unknown “reasonings”- ?? – my dictionary - “reasoning”. Still, a matter of choice in the confines of solitude her letting go of her nightmare, her dream, as seconds tick W/whisky. We once wrote poetry (a case of really bad poetry – but what the hey) in sweet summers of innocence scratched the syllables, drew curves, at a rainbow’s end circling passion coming in for the kill but faithful young love lost at the cinema show ’73 now this long, slow freeze. I wonder what the sun saw in my yesterdays with your love in my heart. How often do you wonder if it’s all in the mind or in a green bottle labeled mature content-ment? My special wish to be cabin nestled in the bay with my baby tonight taking the edge off the dangers of an unpaid bill and throw caution to the wind, gypsy wind, but voiced to hollow arms this one silent echo time capsuled (“capsuled” ? – not in my dictionary – “encapsulated”) I am walking through words in weave transcending like a tarnished angel computer contact and more absurdity of myriad acts of creation beyond all nets until the private viewing of sea treasures. Wherefrom miracles to paint this life like a purple popsicle? Let me slip away falling into ink but nothing flows to the pen within the drop of cascading waters invisible. To be … or not undressed embraced in the afterglow for you before the job interview just for fun to allow in my perhaps the soul of a fisherman? When you take my hand in yours, how clear the river runs finding home in reciprocal ocean, romantic. You don’t have to worry, there is no silence in the scale of words thrust untitled from word weavers but a blessing of life compared to the fly on your scrambled eggs while you were away fencing heart thoughts honestly. It’s not the usual love’s lament but wood wings in sing halfway hidden in crystal tears of jade but help me with words, you the poet, I the pen, night after lonely night sweating harvests yet to come. When I am better, my mental hopping – spelunk, but a chorus of sorts in my back pocket for the river merchant. I told him though, silly boy, I only have ice for you and wood pigeons in my summer preserves not elephant ears and crocodile tears so – don’t touch me but let me entertain you with something about art and a master artist or perhaps a treasure hunt for control in the interlude until soup’s on. Don’t talk, send love out into the world, love of nature, before morning coffee and then a wave for the poetess of the blue before brick walls and the limit of endurance spaces laces in between two suns in the sky. Soon trees chat but this is nothing sudden because it started the moment I knew I loved you and I would say “Goodbye, Denver” and ignore the call of the city in favor of a palace with a porch with no guilt card but forgiveness for a cancelled lunch date and non-attendance at Thanksgiving dinner and the night dance. In truth, indeed, the puppeteer in the attic of reason like a cardboard cutout out of reach of pipedreams on the border line of my hideaway and I give a boast of “ transidental” - ?? “transcendental”, “transient” ??) fond memories and flavors to … the leprechaun and the raven, the Viking and the gypsy, the spooky swamp angel (sometimes I call her Honey Pie), and superman, not forgetting John, Jane, Kara Kara, the barber, dear Mr. President, miss misunderstood 1988, Dehlia’s angel, Leda and the Swan, Vulpecula Vixen, Faithless angel, fishers and shepherds, John Lee dancing on ends of apron strings needing eternal rest, guardian spirit, my angel (I love my angel), Funny bird, auntie, maid of the mist, little man, little girls, Amy, cabana boy, my sea lover, Vanessa, hubby’s new love, the crow, the merciful, Jack and Jill Grill, my son – Shine, the Gismo, the vagrants, a stranger, Mother Goose let loose, Mother (with notes), the deer, Lady Cadaver, to Y.Y. , James Michael and his lady, AND ………. my friends, to all my friends, if Suzie’s not around like a message from behind the curtain while pretending to do the laundry and I can’t TAKE IT BACK! I am forever, in layman’s terms, into girl talk – cyber romance, and I sigh for Sy and for Bruce bringing in the sheaves in drooping shadows while I, a bystander, peel away the scales of weight outside the glass box off the hall of broken mirrors behind the gate of this sorrow. Earth writes written as the power of the storm and fire that rocks the burden of two old pros in one fell swoop merely a memory encounter with the force of Alexa’s lightning and the text will wrap automatically like white line addiction till there came quiet. Oh, Daria, in key of F I heard the wind in my azalea glade after the gooseberry story in broken English, fine cigars, and coffee, and cigarettes, with eyes closed, like the birth of Venus in kaleidoscope fashion walking through the window to sonnet whine the merry minstrals. Did you ever have one of those days? 1966 aerial photographs and photographs of Florida, the plywood state missing … and life goes on. There are no moments suspended in time and I will smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette until the meltdown. 2.00 am A spell of clarity, humble poet, is there a plan for you and me in God’s garden only a heartbeat away? Will you walk with me in real love through choral scenes to the yellow orchid, pluck little rosebuds with charisma, and, planting sage for peace and wishbones, hold me in quintessence through Neptune retrograde with the power of one? No - he sails, soul can’t be breathing sanity in this land of Nod on the fifth of July. To have and to hold what I seek but fret not my nightly journeys perfection in symmetry in the chain of love! (If any readers have got this far - I salute you!) |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
Holy moley... JL |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Helen you continue to blow me away with these!!! Well done and another BRAVA lady! Hugs~Nancy ~ Let peace begin with me... ~ |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Oh, I indeed read "this far"! It was entertaining, amusing ~ and amazing! I recognized so many poems and poet ~ it was a whirlwind of images woven into a fine mosaic tapestry!  Sending you a big hug, Linda |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
JL, Nancy, and Linda - Wow! Thank you for reading! It's getting harder now but - hey, I'm nearly there. Please just don't ask me why I'm doing it because I really couldn't tell you - well, not "exactly". Okay - back to the drawing board. |
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Ladycat 
since 1999-07-05
Posts 782At the edge and a doorway,TX |
Holy wow.. Holy wow.. Now that is amazing. What a way with words.. You are a gale force my friend. Blow away. Thank you for the great read. *hugs* Ladycat "Everything changes, everything stays the same."-Bill Austin |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
You have taken on a task that others would cry "Uncle" over, very early into the game... I applaud you, and it is an enjoyable journey....thanx. |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thanks, Ladycat and Magnus. Indeed it is a journey - thank you for your company! |
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