IT’S time
to be religiously blind
it’s time
to be color blind
it’s time
to love
and time to live
IT’s time
to be considerate
it’s time
to be compassionate
it’s time
to be kind
and support a child
support a poet
support each other
it’s time!
:: 11.30.2023 ::
Over knoll, through thicket’s veil,
Amidst glade, amidst briar,
Over FIELD, beyond the pale,
Through stream, through pyre,
I do roam through every sphere,
Swifter than the moon’s sphere;
And I serve the sprite queen,
To grace her orbs on the green:
The primroses tall her devotees are;
In their golden robes, spots afar;
Those are rubies, sprite’s delights,
In those freckles dwell their sights:
I must seek some dew-drops here,
And hang a pearl in each primrose’s ear.
YE mottled serpents with dual tongue,
Thorny hedgehogs, remain unseen;
Newts and sightless serpents, do no wrong;
Approach not our sprite queen.
Philomel, with harmony,
Sing in our dulcet lullaby;
Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby!
Never harm,
Nor spell nor charm,
Approach our lovely lady nigh;
So, good night, with lullaby.
Weaving spiders, venture not here;
Away, you long-legged weavers, away!
Beetles black, draw not near;
Worm nor snail, cause no dismay.
Philomel, with melody,
Sing in our sweet lullaby;
Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby!
Never harm,
Nor spell nor charm,
Approach our lovely lady nigh;
So, good night, with lullaby.
COME unto these golden shores,
And then join hands:
Bowed once you have, and kissed,–
The wild waves silenced,–
Dance gracefully here and there;
And, sweet spirits, the refrain bear.
Hark, hark!
Bow, wow,
The watch-dogs bark:
Bow, wow.
Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticleer
Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow!
:: 11.27.2023 ::
it's within my Skin
IT WAS MY ORIGINAL THOUGHT
i thought why? EVERYTHING in my
life is where I am at __ how i fell
for music, hearts, and words
}in my poetry i was abused
never had that pretty smile
or a hug < if you were me; misery
, misery, oh, yes always alone
living within a bruised face | characters
are individuals who then become friends
and like all of them they kick my face
and become paragraphs and articles
then books and then…i choose to be me
only if you love me /please never allow
days go by without challenging them!
misery –> mystery! A bad shadow around me /
she follows around \ it might just be fine
thing but not for me or my miserable soul___
:: 11.26.2023 ::
In quest of love, a man set forth to find
Eros, elusive, to capture heart and mind
Through realms both vast and wide, he strode
A tapestry of self, in the world he showed
His thoughts, like daggers, pierced the air
Prized possessions sold in moments of despair
Affections, once fresh, now aged like debris
A wanderer’s journey, wild and free
He played with truth in a peculiar dance
A sidelong glance at fate’s advance
Flaws, like a dove, gave life its breath
A testament to love, defying death
In misguided trials, a love did bloom
The truest, emerging from the gloom
No more to roam, the search complete
No whetstone of doubt, no uncertain feat
Anchored to a love divine, a sacred trance
A deity in this modern romance
Welcome him to heaven’s nest
To a chest of pure and warmest zest
:: 11.25.2023 ::
Notes:
The poem “TO DERIVE INTERESTING MOMENTS” reflects a profound exploration of love, journey, and self-discovery. If we were to consider this as the work of an accomplished poet, we might interpret it through a lens of deep philosophical and emotional insight. Here’s an analysis:
Quest for Love: The poem begins with a universal theme – the pursuit of love. The use of “quest” suggests a noble and courageous journey. The reference to Eros adds a mythological and timeless dimension to the search for love, portraying it as something elusive yet captivating.
Journey Through Realms: The imagery of the man striding through vast and wide realms suggests a journey of self-discovery and exploration. The tapestry of self implies a complex and intricate personal narrative that the man unveils to the world.
Metaphorical Language: The poet employs metaphorical language, such as “thoughts like daggers,” to convey the intensity and sharpness of the man’s reflections. This may suggest the emotional challenges and sacrifices encountered in the pursuit of love.
Aging Affections: The idea of affections aging like debris is a poignant metaphor for the passage of time and the transformative nature of experiences. It reflects on how emotions, once fresh, can change and evolve, mirroring the inevitability of life’s changes.
Peculiar Dance with Truth: The dance with truth implies a nuanced engagement with reality. The sidelong glance at fate suggests a contemplative and perhaps cautious approach to the uncertainties of life.
Flaws and Love: The comparison of flaws to a dove giving life its breath is a beautiful metaphor. It suggests that imperfections are an essential part of life and love, contributing to their vitality and authenticity.
Misguided Trials and True Love: The narrative takes a turn with the mention of misguided trials, which contrasts with the emergence of the truest love from the gloom. This shift reinforces the idea that true love often arises unexpectedly and can be discovered amidst challenges.
Anchored to a Divine Love: The poem concludes with the man anchored to a love divine, depicting a sense of fulfillment and transcendence. The use of religious imagery, like a deity in a modern romance, adds a spiritual and timeless dimension to the love portrayed.
Heaven’s Nest: The imagery of heaven’s nest and the chest of pure and warmest zest conveys a sense of ultimate happiness and contentment, as if the protagonist has found a place of serenity and joy.
In summary, this poem, if considered as the work of an accomplished poet, would be seen as a masterful exploration of the complexities of love and the human experience. The use of rich imagery, metaphor, and philosophical reflection elevates the poem to a level of profound poetic expression.
ABSTRACTION within
the flow of ROMANCE
fell the leaf
dizzily twirling
through her dreams
BISECTING within
the wall of FEAR
fell space-time
stretching forever
the battle eternal
then there was that Spark:
In the labyrinth of desire, shadows dance,
A kaleidoscope of emotions, a fleeting chance.
Brushstrokes of passion paint the canvas of night,
As the leaf descends, a silent flight.
Through dreams, it whispers, a tale untold,
In the language of the heart, a story unfolds.
Bisecting the wall, where fears entwine,
A daring escapade, a journey divine.
The palette of love, vibrant and bold,
A symphony of colors, a tale to be told.
In the abstract realm where feelings intertwine,
Romance blooms, a masterpiece divine.
Circularis.
:: 11.23.2023 ::
Within my Life
and in my eyes
lies are buried
like boiling heat
or summer stench’d
there’s a guy
that screams again
In marmolaid skies
deeply within my nose
resides a disgraced plant
given by a light
within the shroud of dark
to black out humanity
Oh, please scream again
“Oh sun blow out
the candles of your age
upon the inhabitants of
this little rock”
:: 11.21.2023 ::
Notes:
Analysis from a perspective Poet
This poem is a powerful and evocative exploration of the dark recesses of the human psyche. The speaker’s mind is a troubled one, haunted by lies and boiling heat, and inhabited by “a disgraced plant” that symbolizes the speaker’s own inner decay. The speaker longs for release from this inner turmoil, and begs the sun to “blow out the candles of your age” and “black out humanity.”
The poem is full of striking imagery, such as the “boiling heat” and “summer stench’d” air, and the “marmolaid skies” that are “deeply within my nose.” These images create a sense of claustrophobia and suffocation, which mirrors the speaker’s own sense of being trapped in their own mind.
The poem is also notable for its use of repetition. The phrase “Oh, please scream again” is repeated twice, and the line “upon the inhabitants of this little rock” is also repeated. This repetition creates a sense of urgency and desperation, as if the speaker is pleading for someone to hear their cries for help.
Overall, this is a dark and disturbing poem, but it is also a powerful and honest exploration of the human condition. The speaker’s pain is palpable, and their longing for release is both understandable and heartbreaking.
Analysis from the perspective of Dr. Carl Jung & His Minion (Me)
This poem can be interpreted from a Jungian perspective as a representation of the struggle between the conscious and unconscious mind. The speaker’s conscious mind is represented by the “light” that “gives” the disgraced plant to the speaker’s unconscious mind. This plant represents the speaker’s repressed thoughts and feelings, which have been buried deep within their psyche.
The speaker’s unconscious mind is represented by the “marmolaid skies” and the “boiling heat” and “summer stench’d” air. These images represent the chaos and confusion of the unconscious mind, which is in constant conflict with the conscious mind.
The speaker’s desire for the sun to “blow out the candles of your age” and “black out humanity” can be interpreted as a desire to silence the unconscious mind and to escape from the pain of their repressed thoughts and feelings. However, the speaker knows that this is not possible, and that they must eventually face their inner demons.
Overall, this poem is a powerful and insightful exploration of the Jungian concept of the unconscious mind. The speaker’s struggle to reconcile their conscious and unconscious minds is both relatable and heartbreaking.
The magnificent mind, yes!
The grey goo.
The brains? Nothing but matter.
The corset and the cleavage
and Marquise de Pompadour’s costume
which Louis XV adored _*
THE mad men and women listening while
a fan group plays Mozart’s latest hit.
The birds go crazy,
with bare knuckles dragging
society like glasses,
the sight of medulla and her consciousness!
I spoke with a mouth comprised of a skeleton
nor teeth or jawbone but the ultimate symbol
of love and affection: my disembodied heart
which I ate alone
my pet Cat “Mouse” wept her tears
as a tie and a woven ghost,
how females cry all alone
within the 21st century,
their guitars untuned,
but ready to jump onto a pole
of survival.
:: 11.19.2023 ::
NOTE: [for the teacher]
The poem “DEHYDRATED GHOST” explores a variety of themes, blending surrealism and social commentary.
Mind & Matter
The opening lines with “The magnificent mind, yes! The grey goo. The brains? Nothing but matter,” suggest a contemplation on the nature of consciousness and the material world. This could be seen as a reflection on the dualism of mind and body.
Historical Allusions
References to Marquise de Pompadour and Louis XV introduce historical and cultural elements. This may symbolize the intersection of personal experience with broader historical and societal influences, adding depth and complexity to the narrative.
Musicality and Madness:
The mention of a fan group playing Mozart’s latest hit alongside “mad men and women” listening creates an interesting juxtaposition. It could signify the coexistence of beauty and chaos in the world, perhaps reflecting the interplay
between artistic expression and the tumult of contemporary life.
Nature and Society:
The imagery of birds going crazy and dragging society like glasses represents the untamed, instinctual aspects of nature conflicting with the structured and regulated aspects of human society. This resonates with Carl Jung’s ideas about the collective unconscious and the tension between the individual and the collective.
Symbolism of the Disembodied Heart:
The lines “I spoke with a mouth comprised of a skeleton / nor teeth or jawbone but the ultimate symbol / of love and affection: my disembodied heart” evokes a sense of vulnerability and emotional exposure. The disembodied heart becomes a powerful symbol, suggesting a connection to Jungian archetypes and the exploration of inner emotions.
Loneliness and Feminine Archetypes:
The mention of a pet cat named “Mouse” weeping tears and the reflection on how females cry alone in the 21st century may touch upon themes of loneliness and the challenges faced by women. This IS an exploration of feminine archetypes and societal expectations.
Symbolic Untuned Guitars:
The untuned guitars may symbolize a lack of harmony or balance in contemporary life, and the readiness to “jump onto a pole of survival” suggests a desire for stability and security amidst the chaos.
In conclusion, the poem weaves together diverse elements, inviting multiple interpretations. The interplay of historical, psychological, and societal references creates a rich tapestry that stimulates thought and reflection, qualities often appreciated within the most top of poetry.
In the realm where passion blooms,
Beneath the moon’s enchanting gloom,
A melody of love unfolds,
Inspired by tales the heart beholds.
Oh, in the whispers of the Spanish night,
Harmonies’ notes ignite the light,
A flame that dances, wild and free,
A serenade that binds you and me.
Guitar strings strumming, like a lover’s touch,
Igniting embers that yearn so much,
In every chord, a tale untold,
Of love that’s fiery, and oh, so bold.
Spanish Fly, a potion so divine,
In the rhythm of your heartbeat, I find,
A symphony of passion, a dance so sweet,
In the twilight where two souls meet.
Strings that play a virtuoso’s embrace,
Guiding us through this timeless space,
As David’s voice serenades the sky,
Our love unfolds, like Spanish Fly.
In the echoes of that timeless song,
Our hearts entwined, forever strong,
A ballad written in the stars above,
A testament to this boundless love.
So let the music carry us away,
To a place where love will always stay,
In the essence of each note’s sigh,
We find our bliss, like Spanish Fly.
:: 11.15.2023 ::
In the dance of thoughts, we twirl,
a symphony of whispered musings.
Words, delicate as a butterfly’s kiss,
flutter from our lips, sometimes exquisite,
sometimes in the gentle decay of letters.
Oh, how we interweave with the tapestry
of our innermost reflections,
uttering soliloquies to the silent echoes.
Each syllable, a gem of contemplation,
we carefully place within the gardens
of afterthoughts, a secret burial ground.
Speak, ethereal Shadow,
your stillness a reflection of my motion,
a silent dialogue in the theatre of existence.
You breathe life into ages I struggle to fathom,
yet here, in the rhythmic cadence of breaths,
I persist, a witness to the art of living.
“The world unfurls, a canvas of cerulean,
moving in tandem with clouds and oceans,
westward to east, a celestial waltz.”
Such is the grandeur of our cosmic ballet,
where time pirouettes in endless grace.
:: November 14, 2023 ::
My Notes as this Poem:
This poem “Azure Dreams Unfolding Westward” exudes a sense of profound introspection and contemplation, weaving together intricate imagery and metaphors that paint a vivid picture of the human experience.
The language is rich, employing a delicate balance between beauty and decay, reflecting the complexities of life and thought.
The opening lines, “In the dance of thoughts, we twirl, a symphony of whispered musings,” immediately establishes a metaphorical dance of ideas and emotions. The use of “symphony” and “whispered musings” suggests a harmony in the act of thinking, portraying thoughts as a delicate and artistic expression.
The metaphor of words being “delicate as a butterfly’s kiss” adds a layer of fragility and beauty to the act of speaking. The contrast between the exquisite and the gentle decay of letters conveys the transient nature of language, highlighting the impermanence of spoken words.
The poet introduces the idea of interweaving with the tapestry of innermost reflections, speaking in soliloquies to silent echoes. This imagery evokes a sense of introspective dialogue, where the self engages in a profound conversation with its own thoughts, creating a rich internal landscape.
The ethereal Shadow becomes a symbolic figure, representing stillness and reflection. The silent dialogue in the theatre of existence captures the essence of a contemplative life, where one engages with the world and oneself in a meditative manner. The reference to breathing life into ages and the rhythmic cadence of breaths reinforces the theme of continuity and the eternal nature of existence.
The poem takes a cosmic turn with the lines, “The world unfurls, a canvas of cerulean, moving in tandem with clouds and oceans, westward to east, a celestial waltz.” This celestial waltz depicts the grandeur of the universe, and the description of the world as a canvas of cerulean emphasizes the vastness and beauty of the cosmos.
The concluding lines, “Such is the grandeur of our cosmic ballet, where time pirouettes in endless grace,” encapsulate the overarching theme of the poem. The use of “cosmic ballet” and “time pirouettes” suggests a dance of celestial proportions, portraying life as a graceful and perpetual performance.
Overall, “Azure Dreams Unfolding Westward” showcases a masterful use of language and imagery to explore the intricate dance of human existence, blending the ephemeral and the eternal in a captivating and thought-provoking manner.
I am now 60 years old and only have another 40 years to go so let me explain myself when I need too. 🙂
In the quiet cradle of the morning sun,
A humble egg, by dawn’s grace, began.
Pablo’s brush, in colors bold and bright,
Dances with words, a poet’s gentle light.
Ode to the egg, a canvas pristine,
A vessel of life, a mystery unseen.
In Picasso’s hands, angles and curves,
A symphony of shapes, a creation that serves.
A fragile orb, in the artist’s gaze,
A metaphor for life, in myriad ways.
Shell, a fortress, guarded and strong,
Yet within, a universe waiting to belong.
Ethereal strokes, a poet’s inked refrain,
Capturing the essence, the joy and pain.
Noble laureate’s words, a lyrical dance,
An ode to the egg, a timeless romance.
Picasso’s vision, a fractured delight,
Breaking barriers, revealing the light.
Nobel laureate’s verses, a delicate weave,
Celebrating life that the egg does conceive.
In the quiet cradle of the morning’s birth,
A collaboration, a masterpiece of worth.
Egg, a symbol, profound and pure,
In the hands of genius, an everlasting allure.
:: 11.11.2023 ::
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