OPEN POETRY # 33 - No more after this.

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Honeybunch
Member Rara Avis

since 2001-12-29

Posts 7115
South Africa

0 posted 2004-12-03 02:30 AM

Colours of love trapped under ice
but I’m okay … really
with emotions from a paper cup
like hypnotic poison
blue and gray.

On the beach
dressed to grill in the heat
my rocking chair moves
in the brush of time
to the bloody truth
casting sounds of so much to do
ad infinitum
and every word I heard
in my pain pulsing heart,
the to do list found.

I wanted to ask him
in under-toned ebb and flow
about the Chipmunk diaries
and love training
but transparent subtlety not my strength
on earth immortal or in an airplane.

Cornered in my secret place
not passing beyond the catalyst
the turn around trails of time and chance
an aggravating bond
for not just you, but me
much to the pleasure of
the one “hoo” knows.

Big sisters are special,
little sisters are precious
but my friend, John,
at the Pacific Island Club
said I’m a little fairy
and when we waltzed
my double crown
like destiny’s charm.

Sharing a classic,
hum an ode to Om,
or whistle Delaney tunes
until thighs clear the channel
to the heart of Texas –
she’s a bohemian wonder!

Nevertheless,
a stirring of the breeze,
an artistic touch
to moonlight in Sonata
settling internal seeking
this insanity’s night.

The hurricane warning
of drifting woulds -?
a charade
on Saturday night in Salt City.

Guantanamo on the Hudson
downstream
from Newton to Tequila
till a night in Toscana with Andrea
but only here in New England
the will to compare
Sierra’s love to the big easy,
envy of the wind to your skin.

I’m planting exotics –
just watch or look away
but no use searching
for ocean pelicans
in this lost paradise
where goldfish is (are) pale
compared to shades of butterflies.

Bathed in light
and in the spirit of autumn
I speak Hazel language
in the land of the free
where flames of your presence
bliss
and the taste of you
honey to my lips,
wash day memories
and jangle of pipes
like copper wind chimes
on mountain high.

But as I’m living
autumn comes a-dancing
to sing me a story
of a basketful of love – yours?

Here let the lonesomeness be constrained
in memory of warm smiles
on Freemont Street
between beheaded dandelions
and moose droppings…
ok – a crude senryu, roundel,
a wordy poem, poetry of lesser degree,
VQ Sonnett, Hay Sonnet, psalm of najaf,
autumn haiku, tanka, heartsing huiku,
a sestina  …
undecided.

There’s no guarantee
the power of one multiplied
grants a safer landing
or gives answers clearly
to April’s contagious misinterpretation
and Ophelia’s secret –
maybe I shall never know
you, the infinite, and my keyboard
but to a blood, I am your kin
and deceived once again
by the dictation of my heart.

No bones about it
the demeanor of senior citizens
what you see
in tears of a morning magician
after a storm has gone
in Blackbird wood.
Porch saga unfinished …
we regret to inform you.

Love Sonnet #24 –
but they smile
those cavorting demons
in life’s sands
studying my seasonal fall
till news alerts & front page images
of a graveside service …
just a bump in the night
for the wheel and steel horses
in this web of lies.

But there’s a rose on my cheek
and I trace it
wondering if you knew
what I’m dreaming of
amidst swaying pearls
of poetic possibilities
in our mixed up culture.

Little butterfly am I
in this, a poet’s production
sensing truth
in the turn of August
when two wrongs do make a right
but you made me happy sometimes
with sprinkles of cheeriness
amongst a timeless love’s last breath
between wet sheets
and … “we is missing you all”.

I could go on forever but it’s time to shut down
this muse by the sea, half completed song,
a heart’s postcard, or perhaps just a note
to a soul mate … no simple rhyme -
this is the watermark of my butterfly glide
to where you are.

All we have to do is ignore and heal
but you knew love’s pain in secret places
and seductions of a sweetest day
in a traveller’s tale.

To be at peace at Christmas,
don’t touch your eyes
but hear closely distant
the velvet crinkling of her worth
slip the sun and tears of you
in the ache of love.

In the middle of you is a garden
of comings, goings, and keepers,
the dance of desire, curiosity,
but too the taste of shadows
and weeds of a lesson or two.

Just thinking … please little sparrow
fly to your destiny
for lotus blossoms are calling
boy hands of man
(mmmmmmm – yeah baby)
and thou art the world to me.

September sighs unfriendly skies
and I’m an empty island
but listening with the river
I’m reminded
there are moments of soft light
and whispers on the wind
and I just love
tip toeing a maze of you.

Afraid of the dark when I leave?
Steal away to scribbles of you,
don’t wish upon a friend
a woman in love with you!

That’s it!  That’s all!

Dark Angel
Member Patricius

since 1999-08-04

Posts 10095

1 posted 2004-12-03 03:21 AM

Are you sure Honeybunch?

We are all so enjoying them.

Maree

into this night i wonder, it's morning that i dread, another day of knowing of, the path i fear to tread.
~Sarah McLachlan~

Honeybunch
Member Rara Avis

since 2001-12-29

Posts 7115
South Africa

2 posted 2004-12-03 06:38 AM

Maree - Yes, #33 is finished. I can't say that I won't perhaps do the same with a page in the future but never again nearly the whole forum. I'm so glad you enjoyed them. Sometimes it's good to do what's never been done before and sometimes it isn't but that's just life and we learn from it!

passing shadows
Member Empyrean

since 1999-08-26

Posts 45577
displaced

3 posted 2004-12-03 07:16 AM

outstanding!

Dark Angel
Member Patricius

since 1999-08-04

Posts 10095

4 posted 2004-12-03 08:03 AM

oh so #33 is finished, I am sorry I misunderstood. So now we go on to #34 yes?

lol

Jus playin with ya Honeybunch

Thank you so much for entertaining us, they and you are truly amazing.

Maree

into this night i wonder, it's morning that i dread, another day of knowing of, the path i fear to tread.
~Sarah McLachlan~

Enchantress
Member Empyrean

since 2001-08-14

Posts 35113
Canada eh.

5 posted 2004-12-03 09:18 AM

Absolutely astounding!! Fantastic Helen!
Of course...we will have a repeat when 34 is done, no?

~Smiles & Hugs, Nancy~

~ Let peace begin with me... ~

Honeybunch
Member Rara Avis

since 2001-12-29

Posts 7115
South Africa

6 posted 2004-12-03 10:09 AM

It's been my pleasure, Maree.

Dixie and Nancy - thanks so much for reading. They say that for all things there is a season - the trick is to know when the season has changed but how quickly they come and then go.

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