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perpetuating domination
cycling anger
pedals yellow down my street
torn muscles
he cannot heal
deaf from exploding
shards her heart his drum
complicated rhythms
he couldn’t show her
the monster she became
yet he cared for her
in shadow of truth
his large heart wept
he cannot heal
deaf from exploding
shards her poetry echoing
complicating rhythms
her muse gone amuck
he’s bank-robbing
hijacking terrorizing
whispering revolution
crying anarchy unleashing
coughing up blood
the martyrs
wild with sentience
dabbled with copulation
the words would not lie
still on the page
their words would jump in to
his arms
til his cold blood ran
from his heart
to stir more than love
more than a chain
of catatonia or breaks
she wanted to breathe fire
dictum yes
awareness
past his violence
could he not see
auras
(1999)
Mon, July 28, 2008 - 9:27 PM
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she will ache as the sun sets
what a burden to rise
as if full of light
she want to stay close to the earth
splash in the river
shine her ring as a new bride would
embracing her beloved
but he will go underground tonight
brooding in his dark place
his light a memory
and the midsummer moon
will remember
their joyful rendezvous
the small rise of love
and his steady heat
other moons other years
they wax and wane as moons will do
but tomorrow at midnight
horned Capricorn moon will be full-bellied at midheaven
round and wanting
as his steady fiery light floods upon her
and she is alone in that grandeur
July 16, 2008
Wed, July 16, 2008 - 4:16 PM
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sometimes words jump toward me
just as background music lazily drifts
while with our mouths we root for contact
that jazz sometimes stirs
one staccato note so hot and evocative
will jump from hammer to anvil to stirrup
and i seek to memorize this invocation
in the way i imagine you
receiving this bell-shaped thought
this re-creation this eureka
a floating gold leaf in the meaning of anahata
known in our language as ‘heart chakra’
whilst on the trail of that inscribed six-pointed star
the image daily greeting me
- in the middle of my hippie wall hanging -
her triangles winking at me from inside her blossom
selflessly waiting
that little green mystery
til today in my sleuthing
i found it! anahata
knowing the literal word
in Sanskit may be translated:
unbroken
(unhurt, as well)
and so the bell cha-lang-a-lang-
'ed the selfsame sound i knew - suddenly -
since loving (you)
since yoking my heart
to the pressure of your pleasure
long strokes and the dripping rhythm of desire
heart coursing
i have all but wept away the broken feelings
the little biddy detritus the past its tense all gone
so this caught note this 'unbroken' sound
is awake and sure and sexually charged
and when i stoke your inner fire
and later as we both cool down
under a steady stream of hosed water
may that be holy
that parting cold shot
still watered the twelve petal points of this lotus
blossoming and rising from the mud
into a wise kundalini
i feel the six-pointedness hiding its hindu-jewish cross-
currents the juice
and the time of you touching me
resounding resounding in my heart
awake, flower! now
to please and be pleased to keep
this opening
sacred
July 12, 2008
Sat, July 12, 2008 - 2:35 PM
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Imagine: Coupling
the dictionary turned by itself to coupling
really to couple-close
on page 464 of Webster's Encyclopedic
but coupling caught my eye
factually speaking "the act of a person or thing
that couples"
but I thought it took two
to be the act of two persons or two things
or would it be more than one act if two are acting
you can see how confused one can be
& how much more confused two must be
what if one were to couple but the other wouldn't
I mean would it still be a couple like magnets repulsing
so I turned back a page to the verb couple
definitions include two considered joined
any two persons considered together
& again that couple-close word
something about roofs & rafters
I like the electrical definition best
to bring close enough
to permit an exchange
of electromagnetic energy
& also we find the usual vagaries
to join; connect
& the not-so-vague
to copulate
to unite in marriage or sexual union
it's not true the dictionary turned by itself
I was looking up cordite
but coupling struck a better chord
after so much single-mindedness
I couldn't help but wonder
if there were such a thing as coupling
an act of two becoming one
as if one could always wonder
as if one could
always
be
alone
Wed, June 4, 2008 - 3:24 PM
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wanting rain
to soften the earth
wanting
to anoint with seeds
full with patience
for those first green shoots
wanting the long arms of the sun
to love
Tue, March 11, 2008 - 6:59 PM
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orchestrating
a mute violin
he cannot hear
the strings cry
Dec. 29, 2007
Sat, January 19, 2008 - 10:29 PM
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I want the world to see this fine moonbow arc across the sky
your white milky way always taking me by surprise
I want long drooling sentences that don't know how to end
I want forever and the day after and the heartbeat after that
and thin moments of ambiguity I want them to shine big yellow rays
of the sun which shout November and Now and Need
and whatever else they feel like shouting in shining red and orange
letters and December and Love and Poetry blurting out suddenly
and tiny black letters which read secret for your eyes only
and big letters again which say World and Forest and Wonder
I want this fabulous inspirational ache of a moment
to keep scratching my back and tell me baby take care
I want to know that your name is not erased from my life
like a dove which coos in the setting of the sun
and flies into the night
I want to know you are more than plumage
that your feathers are simply the art which highlights your beauty
your hands warm as birds' nests just fallen
I want December to be forever as wondrous as your Voice
and witness your very next words as chirping laughs
telling me yes this display is not a wild reckless dream
but a true story of you and me
Sat, December 22, 2007 - 8:51 PM
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Tear Shaped
Shadow Past
by the Slanted Light thrown
Darkness
Ex-posed
Apropos Ache of
Flickering Pleasure
I Lick up all your Light
Days Waning
Wintry Coming
Cold Wanting
Entry
Dec. 11, 07
Thu, December 20, 2007 - 3:59 PM
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his silver gift
dull reflection of devotion
a gesture of another generation
not the silver piece of turning away
not a Judas kiss of lies
but love with clear weeping
a proposal not a promise
connected heart of Christ
how could I miss so much
now under earth’s shroud
where the buried ones
each day bubble forward
shining with pain
kicking predilections
like a pigskin
still honoring I could not return
the well-worn mark
an overdetermined gift
still safely cloistered
in red silk
time swelling in a wood altar
Though never safe
I did what could be done to offer sanctuary
to the giver and the gift
accepted in a solemn gesture
rejected with irreverent mime
no refuge in the murky ocean
pondering impermanence
as someone left upon the shore
cried out her past
happiness
Mon, June 25, 2007 - 3:54 AM
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imagining
I could stop
in the garden
thickened with hope
scarlet berries
decaying down
to barest roots
green love languished
and buried in winter
how could I still wish
to spring so sweetly
woo'ed once
but stilled
by an angry frost
Sat, June 9, 2007 - 3:18 PM
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1.
my tell-tale give-away
heart on the mend
not wanting to remember
a sacred name
2.
her obsession was mythic
and matched by the magnitude
of his deception
3.
his entry in my sacred knowing
felt as promise
as my opening gesture
could be known as faith
Thu, May 31, 2007 - 4:33 PM
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In the court of knowing
I am my brother's keeper
the ring of paper and stone
could not hold you
my dharma brother
Sun, May 13, 2007 - 9:13 AM
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would the beloved
immerse in the waters
of what faith allows
seizing drops before a torrent
stream enterer, but whose?
the only given son of a mangled father
the dreamtime visitation of an angel
to gift a mother vision
the father's burning thicket
still beheld
his son's uncared-for wounds
now fluid backing up
to a swelling heart
devout reader of text
the final words of revelation
grace be with you
all
torn but decipherable
Mon, April 23, 2007 - 3:39 AM
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dismantling the altar -
the truth of suffering shrouded in the paradoxical
beauty parsed
vows occulted -
who gets the broken chalice?
Tue, April 17, 2007 - 1:05 PM
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When one thinks of enemies in terms of the practice of patience, not only is an enemy not someone who brings harm, an enemy is the most benevolent of helpers. One comes to think, "Without someone to harm me, there would be no way I could cultivate the patience of being unconcerned about harm to myself."
As Shantideva says, there are many beings to whom one can practice charity, but there are very few beings with respect to whom one can practice patience, and what is more rare is more valuable. An enemy is really most kind.
--Tenzin Gyatso, (His Holiness, the 14th Dalai Lama)
Thu, March 22, 2007 - 8:55 AM
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Re: In The End
(in Visionary Poetry Writing group)
starts out slow, and sags a little in the middle from the worn elasticity of some of the imagery, but you won me in the end.
the poem might benefit from compression. (also distance - being linear - would be shorter when the person is nearer.)...
read more
discussion post on Sat, August 23, 2008 - 12:24 PM
Re: Taking Down a Bookshelf (revision)
(in Visionary Poetry Writing group)
an excellent poem. you aren't mickey-mousing around!
discussion post on Sat, August 23, 2008 - 12:16 PM
reply to reply
(in the art of abandonment)
oh yes
i live in geologic time
each breath
precious
discussion post on Sat, August 23, 2008 - 12:07 PM
Re: Translating Rumi
(in Visionary Poetry Writing group)
I love this poem, but got a bit stuck on "bones of a feather" since the inside of a feather is a hollow shaft - hence quill pens, hence flight.
"forever falling apart before our eyes" is quite lovely.
discussion post on Sat, August 2, 2008 - 11:33 PM
Re: Mandala
(in Visionary Poetry Writing group)
This is quite an exceptional poem. Thank you.
discussion post on Fri, August 1, 2008 - 6:43 PM
he cannot heal
(blog entry)
perpetuating domination
cycling anger
pedals yellow down my street
torn muscles
he cannot heal
deaf from exploding
shards her heart his drum
complicated rhythms
he couldn’t show her
the monster she became
yet ...
read more
a full moon oddity
(blog entry)
she will ache as the sun sets
what a burden to rise
as if full of light
she want to stay close to the earth
splash in the river
shine her ring as a new bride would
embracing her beloved
but he will go underground tonight
brooding in ...
read more
Unbroken
(blog entry)
sometimes words jump toward me
just as background music lazily drifts
while with our mouths we root for contact
that jazz sometimes stirs
one staccato note so hot and evocative
will jump from hammer to anvil to stirrup
and i seek to memorize...
read more
An Older Poem, but on my mind
(blog entry)
Imagine: Coupling
the dictionary turned by itself to coupling
really to couple-close
on page 464 of Webster's Encyclopedic
but coupling caught my eye
factually speaking "the act of a person or thing
that couples"
but I thought it took tw...
read more
patience
(blog entry)
wanting rain
to soften the earth
wanting
to anoint with seeds
full with patience
for those first green shoots
wanting the long arms of the sun
to love
he waves his baton
(blog entry)
orchestrating
a mute violin
he cannot hear
the strings cry
Dec. 29, 2007
Feathers
(blog entry)
I want the world to see this fine moonbow arc across the sky
your white milky way always taking me by surprise
I want long drooling sentences that don't know how to end
I want forever and the day after and the heartbeat after that
and thin mom...
read more
Long Shadow
(blog entry)
Tear Shaped
Shadow Past
by the Slanted Light thrown
Darkness
Ex-posed
Apropos Ache of
Flickering Pleasure
I Lick up all your Light
Days Waning
Wintry Coming
Cold Wanting
Entry
Dec. 11, 07
still honoring (rev.)
(blog entry)
his silver gift
dull reflection of devotion
a gesture of another generation
not the silver piece of turning away
not a Judas kiss of lies
but love with clear weeping
a proposal not a promise
connected heart of Christ
how could I miss s...
read more
exile
(blog entry)
imagining
I could stop
in the garden
thickened with hope
scarlet berries
decaying down
to barest roots
green love languished
and buried in winter
how could I still wish
to spring so sweetly
woo'ed once
but stilled
by an angry frost
truth in threes
(blog entry)
1.
my tell-tale give-away
heart on the mend
not wanting to remember
a sacred name
2.
her obsession was mythic
and matched by the magnitude
of his deception
3.
his entry in my sacred knowing
felt as promise
as my opening ges...
read more
refused offering
(blog entry)
In the court of knowing
I am my brother's keeper
the ring of paper and stone
could not hold you
my dharma brother
would the beloved
(blog entry)
would the beloved
immerse in the waters
of what faith allows
seizing drops before a torrent
stream enterer, but whose?
the only given son of a mangled father
the dreamtime visitation of an angel
to gift a mother vision
the father's b...
read more
unentitled
(blog entry)
dismantling the altar -
the truth of suffering shrouded in the paradoxical
beauty parsed
vows occulted -
who gets the broken chalice?
Patience
(blog entry)
When one thinks of enemies in terms of the practice of patience, not only is an enemy not someone who brings harm, an enemy is the most benevolent of helpers. One comes to think, "Without someone to harm me, there would be no way I could cultivat...
read more
Re: In The End
(in Visionary Poetry Writing group)
starts out slow, and sags a little in the middle from the worn elasticity of some of the imagery, but you won me in the end.
the poem might benefit from compression. (also distance - being linear - would be shorter when the person is nearer.)...
read more
discussion post on Sat, August 23, 2008 - 12:24 PM
Re: Taking Down a Bookshelf (revision)
(in Visionary Poetry Writing group)
an excellent poem. you aren't mickey-mousing around!
discussion post on Sat, August 23, 2008 - 12:16 PM
reply to reply
(in the art of abandonment)
oh yes
i live in geologic time
each breath
precious
discussion post on Sat, August 23, 2008 - 12:07 PM
Re: Translating Rumi
(in Visionary Poetry Writing group)
I love this poem, but got a bit stuck on "bones of a feather" since the inside of a feather is a hollow shaft - hence quill pens, hence flight.
"forever falling apart before our eyes" is quite lovely.
discussion post on Sat, August 2, 2008 - 11:33 PM
Re: Mandala
(in Visionary Poetry Writing group)
This is quite an exceptional poem. Thank you.
discussion post on Fri, August 1, 2008 - 6:43 PM
Re: In The End
(in Visionary Poetry Writing group)
starts out slow, and sags a little in the middle from the worn elasticity of some of the imagery, but you won me in the end.
the poem might benefit from compression. (also distance - being linear - would be shorter when the person is nearer.)...
read more
discussion post on Sat, August 23, 2008 - 12:24 PM
Re: Taking Down a Bookshelf (revision)
(in Visionary Poetry Writing group)
an excellent poem. you aren't mickey-mousing around!
discussion post on Sat, August 23, 2008 - 12:16 PM
reply to reply
(in the art of abandonment)
oh yes
i live in geologic time
each breath
precious
discussion post on Sat, August 23, 2008 - 12:07 PM
Re: Translating Rumi
(in Visionary Poetry Writing group)
I love this poem, but got a bit stuck on "bones of a feather" since the inside of a feather is a hollow shaft - hence quill pens, hence flight.
"forever falling apart before our eyes" is quite lovely.
discussion post on Sat, August 2, 2008 - 11:33 PM
Re: Mandala
(in Visionary Poetry Writing group)
This is quite an exceptional poem. Thank you.
discussion post on Fri, August 1, 2008 - 6:43 PM
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