tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45428287311512708092024-02-07T04:12:14.616-08:00nickel coin queenI'm herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01372445033088204721noreply@blogger.comBlogger84125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542828731151270809.post-30741752302432056402022-12-19T16:09:00.002-08:002022-12-19T16:51:34.584-08:00In the vineyard the black bull stands
with his famously intent gaze
all others may be at their ease
for he is keeper of his place
bright force illuminates the
hand
in great haste the world was made
the earth itself strains back to God's red wings
the flame tree grows right up to them
the persimmon and the talking snake
and flesh to flesh was heaven then
but oh the precious rest of death
and buried in the church yard too
the glare of life will all undo
and childhood will reign again
I'm herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01372445033088204721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542828731151270809.post-7657063712151063902022-12-19T11:40:00.000-08:002022-12-19T11:40:13.060-08:00"The sweet forever" -that's in a hymn.
I'm herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01372445033088204721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542828731151270809.post-42163854694301236042020-01-10T12:40:00.002-08:002020-01-10T12:40:53.109-08:00Plan wind with eastern ears<br />
it is a great treat to perceive<br />
a little rest within the step<br />
and the great heist of life is foiled<br />
I am now washed<br />
I am telepathy<br />
and words well up<br />
(my life is a gift that cost !000 dollars)<br />
I'm herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01372445033088204721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542828731151270809.post-87746600397685227372020-01-10T12:36:00.000-08:002020-01-10T12:36:13.257-08:00In the wind that fits<br />
that blows the right measure<br />
that stirs, but doesn't disturb,<br />
blows an ease<br />
a door swinging open<br />
the passage to an ardent suitor<br />
who holds my fingers<br />
like the french<br />
whose eyes undress<br />
pleasantness,<br />
you are sometimes boldI'm herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01372445033088204721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542828731151270809.post-73409011438188432432020-01-10T12:26:00.002-08:002020-01-10T12:26:49.809-08:00Friends, find now in this present moment, what in your own heart glows and goes forth<br />
what there within your own chest holds steady the precious liquid in the cup of love<br />
where the peace of a dove is all you've ever known<br />
in you a sun child is born and says imagine a world, a fearless world,<br />
a kingdom where you are perfectly free<br />
in love there need be no law<br />
In your charge is the great work of winter<br />
to cultivate a silence<br />
a serious and perfect stillness<br />
where the whole earth of you can rest so deep<br />
dissolving in this precious death<br />
the gateway where again you smell the forest floor<br />
you feel the watery chill<br />
and finally, you thaw,you bend, you breatheI'm herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01372445033088204721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542828731151270809.post-19877936485640279702020-01-10T12:19:00.001-08:002020-01-10T12:19:34.269-08:00the world was whisked so far away<br />
by doings of a lovelorn day<br />
when dreams of innocence and joy<br />
were crushed by clinging<br />
into mists<br />
you love and dream and see the truth<br />
and wake in the stammer<br />
of judas kissI'm herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01372445033088204721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542828731151270809.post-87697263782803306382020-01-10T12:17:00.000-08:002020-01-10T12:17:44.361-08:00I was born one day by the garden gate<br />
and flowers later bloomed in that place<br />
so what was I to know of the fleets of ships<br />
that go to and fro<br />
before my time the gist of the world was made<br />
and everyone clung to their own before I came along<br />
therefore I wandered so soon in the cold,past<br />
temples whose glow enchanted without warmth to give<br />
Then I saw that to give is better than to receive,<br />
as it means you are in a position to.<br />
I wondered and pondered and considered and thought<br />
but others pounded shapes in brands of truth<br />
alone I shone in time<br />
with mine I shine<br />
and then I saw that all the story was of my own grand familyI'm herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01372445033088204721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542828731151270809.post-52330747616083047982020-01-10T12:11:00.001-08:002020-01-10T12:11:21.953-08:00The lover,awkward<br />
bold and true<br />
who'll dart and dash away from you<br />
alone you seem to dream the best<br />
but lizards move<br />
in feathered nests<br />
and truth flows in with arctic air<br />
the power comes from sitting still<br />
enthroned on a volcanic hill<br />
to love and be loved<br />
both high and low<br />
set in motion above the story line<br />
and waking naked on a stage<br />
a galaxy that turned a page<br />
I'm herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01372445033088204721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542828731151270809.post-13960981322334202422020-01-10T12:07:00.002-08:002020-01-10T12:07:51.481-08:00I deign to give the time of day<br />
but then I turn my back away<br />
long ago I had a tale to tell<br />
I saw the trouble and stood strangely still<br />
to move I must mourn<br />
all hidden in black veils<br />
to explain is not of as much use as to show<br />
flow river flow<br />
who tends the brook tends the sea<br />
the lioness looks back so pensively<br />
for power paralyzes haste and tearsI'm herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01372445033088204721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542828731151270809.post-44649470683496240002020-01-10T12:03:00.001-08:002020-01-10T12:03:54.394-08:00The halo light<br />
as water turns to medicine<br />
may this force<br />
never be restrained<br />
or ensnared<br />
I sit so long<br />
below the tree<br />
till a hand<br />
comes in a cloud to me<br />
to grant me, merely<br />
everything<br />
just the dazzling virgin day<br />
If I am heartbreak and a plan<br />
if I am waiting and exchange<br />
let me live again<br />
unfaltered<br />
plain and strangeI'm herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01372445033088204721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542828731151270809.post-510263059124427242020-01-10T11:57:00.001-08:002020-01-10T11:57:14.077-08:00self just self<br />
self that gets the slightest scrap<br />
and descends it into self<br />
face that needs sleep<br />
face hangs on the cliff agape<br />
<br />
the birds that swerve in a burst<br />
I like those birds<br />
that represent everything I've lostI'm herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01372445033088204721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542828731151270809.post-61899168257912114682020-01-10T09:44:00.003-08:002020-01-10T09:44:31.308-08:00wedding speech Mikey and Celinewhat I wish for you and what every wedding day really is, is a beautiful powerful wish, the casting of an enchantment, a curtsy and a bow before all of our personal Gods declaring-We Wish to remain in Love.<br />
As the glamours wax and wane of your good will toward each other and the perverse animosities that plague us all declare war on everything that is pure, I wish for that state of being so in love to spring up from the land of beautiful dreams, of this time and this day, and suddenly you see that through the lens of these years you've shared, ho-hum, high times,disasters and heroic victories that life brings you, you see the bloom, in her glory, that this day is the seed of, and that will be your flower.I'm herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01372445033088204721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542828731151270809.post-47150376982856749392020-01-10T09:29:00.002-08:002020-01-10T09:29:15.242-08:00The veiled and quiet temple dweller<br />
engulfed in vast questions<br />
left behind her bold authority<br />
and gay companions<br />
to let the moon and sky ascend<br />
the grand backdrop for perfection<br />
all that is lost and stolid<br />
abandoned for the journey far<br />
is restored in the harmonious arrival<br />
the play of the wise<br />
who come alive in the sparkling nightI'm herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01372445033088204721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542828731151270809.post-15184017333305332642020-01-10T09:17:00.001-08:002020-01-10T09:17:54.845-08:00What does faith feel like? It answers an old hidden exhaustion within you with a tide of relief.Relief from your half self,like a (mouth) mouse that has been batted around by a cat for hours that finally dies, like merciful death. There is a thawing a melting of an unknown ice, a brittleness that becomes elastic, when a poor poor hunted thing is finally mercifully devoured.I'm herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01372445033088204721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542828731151270809.post-84606124474080492972020-01-10T09:10:00.003-08:002020-01-10T09:10:08.726-08:00How to prepare for winterBeautiful solemn winter<br />
at twilight you are so mysterious<br />
when I see lights in the window<br />
and smoke from the chimney<br />
I feel just like a gnome.I'm herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01372445033088204721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542828731151270809.post-1179027135905401992020-01-10T08:32:00.001-08:002020-01-10T08:32:09.975-08:00The hamperThe mind in hunks<br />
the desiccated opinion<br />
my temper has a little<br />
ugly murder<br />
this is the lemon and milk relationship<br />
that curdled for 15 years<br />
but this process is useful <br />
in certain recipes<br />
known only to my motherI'm herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01372445033088204721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542828731151270809.post-60226332256144297612020-01-10T08:20:00.003-08:002020-01-10T08:26:38.674-08:00poem and responseThe beauty of fidelity is a secret and intricate complexity or a water of life vitality-a hidden garden of truth.Fidelity, you are real. You carry love across time and space, and you are not as stuffy as people say.<br />
(by Shannon:)<br />
The darkness of the infidel is the lie that told itself to go to bed.There it met the water lily in the hidden parts of the mind where goalies guard the truth.<br />
Infidel you are a chimera carrying a candle across the lake inside the spaceship,shifty as words are blind.I'm herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01372445033088204721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542828731151270809.post-3624916439257682212012-06-26T19:09:00.001-07:002012-06-26T19:09:12.185-07:00pressing on without flinging<br />
anything<br />
I plead with my high mind<br />
the product of full life and<br />
fertile times<br />
moon drops from ass and ear<br />
have lit the night<br />
and stiffly I have seen<br />
the future by their light<br />
tomorrow formality gets its<br />
blessing<br />
all i see clearly is my sweet<br />
heart<br />
I seem to dream at waking times<br />
to swing suspended yes or no<br />
to dream of satisfaction on<br />
a pillow,in reposeI'm herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01372445033088204721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542828731151270809.post-30916606522656855562012-05-05T16:32:00.001-07:002012-05-05T16:32:17.756-07:00Mt futility and the wisp of hope<br />
are swallowed by the saint who walks down the road of water.<br />
the sad little garden that cost me so dear, won from total barrenness<br />
and regal Justice raises her standard<br />
I must wait a minute<br />
for the love letter to arrive<br />
my mind will be clear of clouds<br />
the soul of time is in my house<br />
to bend and bow<br />
(I hope and fear)<br />
to work with the warp and waft of the worldI'm herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01372445033088204721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542828731151270809.post-73173428183780180262012-05-04T13:50:00.001-07:002012-05-04T13:50:41.114-07:00Hell came flying<br />
<br />
the load of blast<br />
hell is so fast<br />
hell is so slow<br />
held in hells hand<br />
handed over to hell<br />
<br />
How Heaven hovers<br />
that is the float motion<br />
the strawberry buoyancy<br />
the buoyancy ocean<br />
of potent love potion<br />
of dust moats in light beams<br />
I came apart <br />
into flocks<br />
that flew to and fro<br />
that is the symmetry <br />
that interests me<br />
whenever I wonder<br />
how high is heaven?<br />I'm herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01372445033088204721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542828731151270809.post-70825303338438644782011-09-06T19:28:00.000-07:002022-12-19T11:38:17.626-08:00Landine's Long Day<br /><br />"Everything works in under your skirt" that was a quote she once heardI'm herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01372445033088204721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542828731151270809.post-71306409308326448772011-08-21T08:25:00.000-07:002011-08-21T08:34:11.365-07:00When the stern mind turns to comfort children
<br />they wait arrayed in bundles of finery.
<br />The wheeled roots are beauty and the look.
<br />When born in a whirl of maps and pencils,
<br />your only hope is arrival
<br />the knowing women,
<br />the magician who burned down the bush
<br />escape and silence
<br />clarity with
<br />camaraderie
<br />and the faithful dog
<br />of the free man
<br />
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<br />
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<br />I'm herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01372445033088204721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542828731151270809.post-32704423140302275442011-07-25T19:32:00.000-07:002022-12-19T11:38:23.969-08:00Landine pushed and shoved at the practical. Her main thrust was the pixie dust. Feeling fine in glad rags that drift on lotioned skin seemed to be the thing. To carry out even exciting plans was often too much trouble. What she liked was to be acted on. to be affected and effected. Hence her devotion. Magnet to the action. To say that a man is mine, is the potent portent portion. We all know about the thighs. What is poured white? Every plan has an aim, but some may rely on ricochet. Woman astride, and so on. This is my devise. Milo my love. The stranger lover familier to no other.I'm herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01372445033088204721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542828731151270809.post-5050289974047121142011-07-25T19:12:00.000-07:002016-02-01T13:43:57.217-08:00the body at ease. leaned. the woman in a pen. All this and more shied away by glances of perfect perfume. As daltons of paragraphs collapse, damned by the tendency to repeat myself.I slam. but easy slam. round about what the eyes were surrounded by. what I mean by slam is am.lotus in the onus. winded in gasps. a relic of what is grasped.Mother, we chose the same chinese wallpaper. petted and petted and petted and stroked, it was an unlovable dog. good god. the worst named thing is jellyfish, which should be called AngelGod. The spirals and coils that delight profoundly regardless of the sting. Swat at the distracting,darling- I am distracted by that. The juggernaut made a thousand swats.The hands shaped like how they cup the face.While I twine, lovers dine. My fate is to be a pool.Wind, relax my strap. Lover, my bossy harmless. I entreat in perks.I'm herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01372445033088204721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542828731151270809.post-48651741799219645352011-06-29T18:56:00.000-07:002011-06-29T19:30:49.095-07:00dull teeth<br />the curse of a wife<br />compressed in lead<br />a single mate<br />ever imperiled<br />risked<br />by exiles<br />sharpened to exhaustion<br />and left<br />both scalded and poisoned <br />in a bedI'm herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01372445033088204721noreply@blogger.com0