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Cadavre Exqis

WHERE are my poets? I yearn to play
an exquisite game of “Corpse Reviver.”
It’s known in French as “Cadavre exquis.”
Let’s come together, and with words so vivid,
paint pictures of beauty and delight.
My parlour’s set, the wine is poured,
Let our hearts and minds take flight!

:: 02.23.2023 ::

Poet’s words:

This poem has a playful tone and expresses the speaker’s desire to engage in a creative activity with other poets. The use of the phrase “Corpse Reviver” instead of “Exquisite Corpse” adds an element of intrigue and mystery to the poem.

The mention of the French name “Cadavre exquis” highlights the international and cross-cultural nature of the game and the creative process. The speaker’s invitation to “come together” and “paint pictures of beauty and delight” emphasizes the collaborative and communal nature of the activity, as well as the goal of creating something beautiful and inspiring.

The last two lines, “My parlour’s set, the wine is poured, / Let our hearts and minds take flight!” add a sense of excitement and anticipation, suggesting that the speaker and the other poets are ready to let their creativity soar and see where it takes them. Overall, the poem celebrates the joy of artistic expression and the power of collaboration and community in the creative process.


A Hundred Poems – II


What dreams and sweet life, does the soul desire,
Amidst the Earth’s soil, drenched in dewy fire,
Touching tears, and feeling council’s doubt,
This dream, so elusive, must we live without?

But release thyself, by the budding light of day,
Such philosophy, can stab hearts in every way,
As love reigns now, in full and vibrant bloom,
Skip treacle and grail, let passion fuel thy womb.

Let the tickle of your being, spur you on now,
And reveal the truth, that you’ve held deep somehow,
In your heart, let it bleed red with passion and fire,
And as you breathe, let it push you higher and higher.

Oh rhythmic lover, thou gave me a reason to be,
In this moment, amidst Springtime lips and reverie,
Let us embrace, and let our love be a symphony,
Of hearts and souls, forever entwined in harmony.

:: 02.23.2023 ::


Love, Madness, Death — A Trinity, Pure

Love, madness, death – a trinity, pure,
Whose depths I’ve plumbed, their secrets sought;
Yet still I search, forevermore,
For answers that can’t be bought.

Love, a fierce and passionate flame,
That burns so bright, it sears the soul;
A madness that none can ever tame,
A force that’s far beyond control.

Madness, a tempest wild and free,
A storm that rages deep within;
It twists and turns, consuming me,
Until my very essence thins.

Death, a quiet, peaceful rest,
A place where all my fears can cease;
A final breath, a gentle caress,
A release from this mortal lease.

But in love, madness, death entwined,
I find a beauty, pure and true;
A love that transcends space and time,
And binds my heart to only you.

For in your eyes, I see a light,
A spark that kindles flames anew;
A madness that consumes outright,
And death that brings me close to you.

So let us journey hand in hand,
Through love and madness, death and more;
For in this trinity we’ll stand,
Together, forevermore.

:: 02.23.2023 ::


A Hundred Poems XXXV

fire dance that tipsy prance
and heat adore that wick of lore
the human breathe what you burn
one to perish as one to live
and if my sign be air
would you consume
=====> all me that to dance
upon your wick of flame
should i be — hot as you?

this i wish to be — not flesh

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but that fire of you.

:: 04-03-2014 ::


Truth is a Corner

TRUTH is a corner
with no hallways

Squeezed into tears
faced with reality

By gentian flower
Azure within Hearts

Love has torn me apart
My lover now gone

and still walks
the Earth as ghost

is exemplary a shadow
with not a voice.

:: 02.16.2023 ::


Love Is the Empire

Love Is the Empire

i FELL into my

deep throat

There i found my Soul’s Stone.

Its heaviness made me sad.

i left the world /there,
i found the ‘spark’ of
the emptiness of my Soul.

‘  MY LOVE not felt \
for 65 million years.

and now?  Every moment
of intellect left ;\
shaking, into itself
golden thread.

:: 02.14.2022 ::


Lonely Heaven

Upon the eternal souls of fallen ones
here at this vast Ocean and in delirium
so stronger than alcohol i remember this
green night of a dozen snows: within
mineral pools talking of history the
rainbows stretched the world around
and around reborn each time by touch
of glass with numbers

I would have loved to show the small
animals of that other place but Life
was open to doors of a hundred closed
nights of a bird less air ~~ free,
pierced as no one so lucky to live
on this planet called Earth.

My happy tears sleep with a million
birds of golden victor. As my own heart
she made me catch upon fire as the sun
catches fire in lonely Heavens.

:: 02.14.2023 ::


Lover of All

While i ran i thought of it all
what we are and how we do
then my feelings sprang forth
as seeds in seasons
 My nature fertilized the
Air and my tender love/my
heart beat\ is my heartbeat
many centuries ago ~~do stop
, please.  Listen, love is
beautiful but dangerous.
 
    Is where
Poetry
     and Music  
are birth from!
   
    Move your womb!
away.

 come to me pure Soul.

    the lover of ALL

:: 02.13.2023 ::


Inside Us is Messiah

i became everything
when i became myself
“it is an ancient
knowing.” i said
to just One of yours
who our Mother sent
then this world
crucified.

We saw more. and cried.
giving a bit more time.

now running out.

:: 02.10.2023 ::


Addiction Without Numbers

IT’s easy for ME
if easy for YOU
feeling dizzy
tasting the frozen
skies loaded wrong
my Spirit speeding round
chasing the moon
I bleached my Soul
i swallowed Angel spit and tonight
i howl at the moon (no matter
what i do) the river is loaded
for the people who are my Light
:they will always b e t r ue
and my Soul comes up and goes
down tearing at my brain , the
little things that kill ._
the smallest given becomes
the biggest gift and we’re going up
and coming down scratching away
the little things that kill us ..a little
THING that tears at our brains by little
oh little little destroying us\
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v
the physics of my addiction
had no numbers to measure reality
so its my heart
feeling you.

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:: 02.10.2023 ::