life is my pleasure
unremarkable, determined thoughts driving into
the calm, fertile bay of cosmic consciousness.
It is purity sweeping over me
interrupted only by
hot pebbles rolling
in my shoulders and hips,
thick and wet
parting , breasting , gliding , angling
on it’s rambunctious journey
flexed green toes
with god’s eyes
peeking over cups of sun
minds like water….
knots are unravelling, unconvincingly tied in the first place,
clots draining away
till the sickness is nought but a dribble
a coagulating puddle of tar
used for other unnecessary things…..
becoming a whirlwind of gradual pleasure
Hello there, Just interrupting normal erratic poetry postings to let you know about something pretty darn cool
but only IF you are in the mood for some……
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The program involves tasks, art related and otherwise, focused thought and much much more…come through on this link to watch me ramble on some videos and read more about it :)
no superficial thing….
letters sink into paper like fingers into skin
paper receives ink like cells inhale connection
it is absorption
it is beautiful
it is magic
when reduced to love
our density falls away
games involving firewood
result in splinters
the ants go marching one by one
THE ANTS GO MARCHING ONE BY ONE….
floored by lino and valium her apron is stuck between her legs
crumpled and damp
tense air on slack cheeks
he is gone and he is still here slapping her rightness in the face
those were some hairy hands
she remembered when they glimmered light with certainty
rubbing off in subtle patterns
delicious and secretive
telling stories of church bells and worn stone, folding like sugar creme
turning up the heat.
wind this city down, clip the folders shut, bring adventure to a close
a directive not a soothing
a belt not a swing
a confine not a win
and we are laughing on clouds with our feet dangling in a robust swamp brimming with colour and life.
Hi everyone thought I would regale you of this opportunity to showcase your work :) at the same time as tell you I am in this edition.
Actually I was a winner in their comp so will be in a few upcoming editions.
Enter your work or simply ENJOY!
Sibyl Magazine: For the Spirit and Soul of Woman
Sibella Poetry Magazine: Poetry To Set the Soul Aflame
So now today
I awake and I KNOW
this ….universe….. is …..food!
I open my mouth and fill
like the little Chinese boy who swallowed the sea
I inhale this swirling chocolate
and marshmallow fishes school into rainbow wells
I imbibe this fizzy tang that crashes like waves
decorating inner cliffs with lines that match the evolving
worn by time into fine ballet
I feel the citrus tang as it licks its invitation
inside the skin
and with a burst of excellence
the red sky morphs in a chilli glaze
my blood paints figures on caves
and like the little chinese boy I can only hold the ocean for so long
before my jaw drops
and I pretend to forget again
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My white body
coated like cake
my heart stretched
against dancing ribs
crying and pushing at quantum buttons.
This metaphoric desperation
forms storm cells
and knighted beings
create artworks on my knees.
I am moving me forward
mind cracked and allowing
a heat machine, self perpetuated,
momentum keeping it strong.
Inner walls are sliding, a freakish velocity of
with inspired action
plucked from a point
of connected vibration.
My dusted skin is priceless and my head prickles and burns
and then…. THEN!
I am made leopard as the clouds release their scent
I can breathe
I am nothing
no more than moving air
A fork in the path appears
knee deep in nude undoing
Can NOT anymore, in my rainforest cave, resist the opal footprint,
nor can I nail myself to the floor or wall in the face of this
glowing movement forward
ignore the veining shimmer that pulls me
and thrusts me in glossy, sweet projection……
I merge my points of allowing taking only THIS step
Enjoy your fabulous fabrication and
Yes FEEL the toffee gold sun in between your toes
angel choirs and crickets
spinning god birds
beaking through cracks,
at thought worms
but breath opens doors,
and tapping a maple flow