Tag Archives: #poetry

A UNITED WORLD UNDER GOD

An indulgence is granted, on those dark days
when the moon is low, those long nights when a
human heart is starved of light:
and pleases guests with a Wine-Swilling charm;
your thimbleful will mellow your tongue and distill bliss.

But when the Silver Ox-herd, his bell by his side,
Doth wail, and give himself’ drink for drink,
to drown his hunger With such thrills of bliss
as deafen him to rest, then set a jewel in the skin of a
silver deer.

Fairy Traits
Luxuriant Beauty
Exquisite Scent
Twinkling eyes

Falling from perfect blue skies.

Glowing in the Moon’s Beam
Dancing on diamonds,
Immortal in the eyes of Fairy
How we showed a way for the
better young b’cause you were
born for all the world to see
we can Live in Life and Peace.

No more wars
No more presidents
A united World of Love

And when the the children cry
we know we failed
And when the chidren cry
in Joy we Know we tried.

For all the world.;;

:: 03.02.2022 ::


BLACKBIRD HAS SPOKEN

Sweet \ Rains new fall, sunlit from Heaven like the first dewfall on the first grass.

Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden sprung in completeness where His feet pass.

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning.
Plant me in His hand and get rid of my feelings, curse me with my faults and put me
into your lap, Get rid of my blemishes and make me beautiful.

Praise me with psalms and hymns and songs of praise. Praise for the woman with her hands
blessed AND hear my cry, you are my guide, lord of my life.

The Lord has opened to me a door of mercy and gave me the grace of Your hand and light
shone around me with rays of great love.

Like the first dewfall on the first grass
Praise for the sweet pleasures of the morning
Foam in my eyes, and trembling in my knees,
Like the first dewfall on the first grass

Praise for the sweet pleasures of the morning
Flower-strewn at dawn, I am lifted in thine arms

But my soul I leave at the tomb of Thy death
Praise me with songs, I live to praise, praise with psalms and hymns and songs of praise.

Praise for the woman with her hands blessed
Hear my cry, you are my guide, lord of my life

The Lord has opened to me a door of mercy.

:: 03.02.2022 ::


SILVER CORD

Such were the words.

An old poet friend came to me, in 2010, to write poetry for a compilation I was putting together.

On that visit, he gave me a composition, the title being:

‘Silver Cord’.

I asked what the poem was about, knowing that I was going to write poetry about dying,
and a theme I was sure I wanted to explore.

He then told me that, this poem was also about the love we all hold so dear.

The poem depicts our link, from the beginning, to the end.
A relationship forged in the fire of human desire, bound together by a golden cord.

The poem is personal.

As the love-connection is inter-twined in the poem, it also represents my own.

The poem reminds me, at every opportunity, to love, and even if you never see your loved one again, you still hold them in the golden cord of love.

I am so glad, in my final days, that I can tell you all that I have loved and have been loved by; that love and that love will always be a part of me.

I had often wondered why the end of life happens in the way it does; why a person can die in the arms
of someone they loved, and know that they were loved.

But the poem has answered that question, and reminded me that the end is only the end, when we love.

Our life is just the beginning, our love is a golden cord, which links us all, and there is a joy and a love that goes beyond any pain, beyond any worry, beyond any ending.

We find beauty, harmony, and love where no one expected.
In death, love remains a relationship, not an ending.

I hope you enjoy the poem, now that I have managed to record its beautiful melody!

You, dear life, will remain in my golden cord!

P.S. I had left the poem here on my website, a few years ago.
I feel, it is time to bring it back.
I am sorry if this message seems cryptic.
It is my final gift to you.
My love to all my family and friends.

P.P.S. A special thank you, to my close friends.
You are the only ones who know the truth!

Signed
The Carnival Clown


L O V E ‘S W A R M A C H I N E

L O V E S W A R M A C H I N E

Unstable eyes stand stubborn:
skinFlesh kid won’t mourn
agan wearing sackcloth.

Hard-hearted Emerald hearts
of grandiloquent minds weep
some scorned — such poverty.

Flower face forgot – me/not
between stones paving
gavel grave ground/unpicked
hearts; pare boned.

I created the greatest monster
called language: damned the howling shroud
across the moor raving/upon a leash we wept
knowing which souls go into bare rooms:
the blank untenanted air.

yeah.

and darknest never left. Not a sound.

:: 02.28.2022 ::


MERCY MARY

a passion of darkly cast hooks
screaming my name hey look
black sweet blood
mouthfuls having fits
hauls me through the air

:: 02.26.2022 ::


TODAY IN MY HEAD

TODAY in my head substanceless vacuum;
a mile away from God.
a foot away from insanity.

How i’ve heard excited breath
atop a spinning heart!
a breathless word.

lost pisces jesus’ soul
drawn into the tar pit trap
of a world’s incurable cancer.

Somewhere!

Thirsty like the reed and the gourd.
Bursting like a wild lion.
The jaw breaks open under the weight.
And before it dies it jumps into the
air for the world.

All the pieces that feed on sweat, blood and tears.
The last day will come with a death never spoken
and shall not make the others unhappy.

My!
There are too many victims of self-deception.
Every man or woman makes their choice.
Every moment.
Those who are hungry.
Those who are lonely.
Those who are poor.
Those who are rich.
Those who are dead.
Those who are living.

The desert always hollers under an impassive sky.
No one hears it no one.
The desert always cries under the sky.
All of us stand alone.

Somewhere.
When the sun goes down the moon gains the sun
and closes the circle and whatever will remain
will stands for the desert and the sun.

Accidentally invented: the beauty of Love.
Death is truth.

Go in peace Everyone.

Where anywhere is the Desert always hollers
under an impassive sky abstaining from all forms of greed.

It cries to the lonely, the dead, the dead, the rich.

:: 02.26.2022 ::


EARTH EATS ME

earth EATs me as wind howls
‘come over here’
we can have a fit doing it HERE :

beat meat outta here
beat meat outta me
beat meat outta here
so beat me friend

–let’s do something
new/love you so much
it makes me sick\/
beat meat

outta here
aaaaaaah ooooooh
yeah ~~~~ aaaaah

rosy has a twix
between her two perfect
eyeballs

אלהא
:: 02.22.2022 ::


RUNMINATIONS ON LIFE PROCESSES

SOFT slipper, coffee, cat *fed*
reading sad news i laughed
how the world blew its head
And anchors held their breath
must ask Musk about Mars
they’re sending pointy spears
into that atmosphere soon
Noticed how the sun changed
once we ran under its light
now burn scorned at its white
yellow used to be a thing
dresses, glasses, cars
and flying machines
/then cern came\ …rewind
things happen before their done
walked from work to home before
6 am and fell into a dream that
couldn’t be seen : i can never
count from infinity to one
but could really turn it on
/phillip are you awake: sir,
the universe needs to know\
[in the basement waiting
for the white van to come]

:: 02.22.2022 ::


Swallows

THE swallows flew into a flock
and roosted in reed-beds
while the skygod turned off
all light
and the world became me.
tomorrow became now
clearly i can see
another around Cypress Hills.

it creeps until its moment
arrives.


THE BASTARD CHILD

THE WORLD was meant devouring mouths
dead burnt fields of March
Or if it were, as bearing beauty’s name;
now awaken is leviathan of deep ocean
many dead sailor’s hearts torn wide open
Being born in His Image we are WAR
and frightful power/Jesus was an only
Son with a distant Mother: her eyes
as jewels from some rat in a cage
and her Husband not of Earth
: beauty lacking a tower
Oh Son full of desire to understand
even those tears fall burning dirt
Each yearning suited for slandering
creation with a false esteem
so the world forgot.

:: 02.20.2022 ::