Samba

An ode to love found; lost; evolved; forgotten; betrayed; succinct; intact; revived; and intense. A dark foray into what is left after loves goes. And a toast to love, ever fleeting.














Samba

strains of seductive samba
sing of carefree voices and ideas.

bittersweet shadows smiling
on sweet tropical sands and roses
shifting in my bed with emptiness.

un jeune homme avec cachet intime
lovers to have and hold until tomorrow
which it seemed was a story
that had never arrived.

my pumping heart
alludes to synergy
and moments triumphant
as fleeting winged cupids
play jestering.

plaintive ringing ballads
lovers led astray
feelings from my intimate self
have been run out of town
by secrets the mirror holds.

a brazilian chanteuse
sings of human hearts
searching the expanse
as beats fade and images disappear.



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Bustin' plasma

 
If you know where I have lived and heard about the entities one can meet along the way, then you know what this poem is all about.

The challenge of sharing a continuum. With spirits who are even, at times, benign. What I learned is that they can be handled but exert influences all around each and every one of us. What is that energy? I know but little.




Bustin' plasma

effervescent rings in my cup
and disdain for spirits in my house
this queasy feeling that i have
isn't happenstance.
making peace with the pillow
and my face in the crowd.

i surge and purge the scourge
of my berth.
why did i have to come here
and what did i learn?

thou leadest me to lie down
in pastures green
not diseased and mildewed meadows
sown with gyrating and regretful phantoms.

all beings beyond the coil
hear me now
seek rest assured
nor am i too pure
to anoint you
oh pained ones.

for time you must wander
over this sodden soil
trodden with phantasmic
imprints of your death gone by.

make peace when you can
but from my house begone!

my enervated soul will not heed
your energetic squall
the upset emotional turmoil
you cast and chaos imbued
on the living.
for leave this dwelling you must.

seek calm and ignore the lonely ones
who howl and rattle their death knells...fly on!

you are free.



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Sixth alignment

 
This poem/incantation is dedicated to you my 'anam cara' (or 'soul friend' in Gaelic), and was read on a mountain near the 'Blue House' in Seoul, Korea during the planetary alignment of November 9, 2003.






Sixth Alignment

shaman takes the form of warrior spirit

as above and so below

uniting us in sky and earth
in peace, in peace we go.

o, generals and banishers
i seek to implore
your mighty aid right now
this moment, bad spirits, no more.

shaman takes the form of warrior spirit
as above and so below
uniting us in sky and earth
in peace, in peace we go.

o, rid us of energetic plague
fill our spirits anew
calm our hearts, fill our minds
the many and the few.

shaman takes the form of warrior spirit
as above and so below
uniting us in sky and earth
in peace, in peace we go.

o, finish what we came to do
the warrior and banisher way
of shakes, of spirits
of anger, depression
fear, transgression
anything old and useless
we cast it out today.

shaman takes the form of warrior spirit
as above and so below
uniting us in sky and earth
in peace, in peace we go.

gaia gaia om
gaia gaia om
gaia gaia om.

* 'be peace, at peace, become peace.'

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* (saying attributed to Debbie Kahan, New Haven CT.
debbie, a rabbi's wife and my yoga instructor for two
years. this was her usual farewell after class.)



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Seoul deconstructed

 
Inspired by life in Seoul, Republic Of Korea. Dizzying amounts of energy and sad swarms of spirit permeate life in this infamous place. Oh, Seoul, of tantamount joy and torrid pain: I have presence, I have status, I have spirit, oh hear me!




Seoul deconstructed

smoke blows in a backdrafted swirl
through my open window.

forced reality would be folly
reflecting upon yearning ecstacies.

ridiculing static expressions
of contained urges
i am far off in my mind
as the sun paints golden swaths
across the floor.

i have these thoughts:

routine is not condescension
stretched around a fielded barrow
the contents which, when spread
may yield a life half-lived.

happiness, like beauty
is in the mind and eye
of the sensing beholder
and my soul does search
over the rubble of memory
some new-found treasure
searching for constructs
that connect with bliss.

a mysterious human scratch
and blood belie a hunger
unmatched in ceaseless
unabated appetite.

forever we exist
alternating in continua
of survival, desire, and grace
pausing only to think
of the next jaded destination.

what purpose is love
once felt and abandoned
in the strata of remembrances
tethered to our origins of feelings
created, dissipated
and silently awaiting re-discovery.

ever yet do our souls
speak of paradise eternal
and wonder
in wordless rhythms
blowing back from relentless
wandering
invisible in the open air
that is life.

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Adopted Earth

 
Adopted Earth

The stolen child crawls
wandering through fields
his thoughts like flower-seeds
sailing in the air
catching and mating
far away from home.

The Ecuadorian sings
on middle earth
light from gravity's gentle pull
over and over
raindrops fall then disappear.

The Athenian song triumphs
and marches on my soul
my dreams like vagrant wishes
are falling on the ground
like unexploded bombs
waiting to be found again.

The beggar on horseback tromps
over gentrified marsh
les images de bourgeoisie
on soil that's far from maiden
the never-ending darkened scenes
of somnambulent echoes
as memory fades
and dreams recoil from recognition.

Poetry appreciation disclaimer

 
Poetry appreciation disclaimer

Any particular intellectual nose-dives
leading to self-cancelling flagellation
may be propelled only
by willing causalities of poetic delight
initiated by the first party of reference
hereafter known as the author.

Only losses of attitude will be covered
by the critical official blanket literary inspection function
and guided by grievances
which have been self-altered and bloated
with the appearance of rectitude and formality.

Furthermore, causable recklessness of thought
unknowingly entered into by all parties
may be deemed earthily or ethereally
revocable and a hindrance to the complete
understanding of enjoyment heretofore mentioned.

Empirical wit-lacking obtuse statements
will revert to becoming null and void forever
without exception
(except of course in your own mind.).




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ANGRRMGMT101: IGOTURHELLONEARTHRIGHTHERE!

 
ANGRRMGMT101: IGOTURHELLONEARTHRIGHTHERE!


i could kill you flatten you bowl you
sell you charge you maul you
rock and roll you.

stomp on your heart, watch it gush out
revenge for your meanness
inhumanity and such.
i want to have the power
as you shrink from my touch.

the gangster, rapist, thief, and killer...
...i want to smash and crunch you.
like an ogre yelling ominous roars
i'm bitter and in my fantasy you
don't stand a chance.

life however isn't that way.
we pay for our negativity
but while we are on the subject...

...i'd stamp you tear you
strip you and dare you
now to have your fun.
then i'd squish you and pitch you
'til body and soul were no longer one.

i say your tattered remains and mine
would be testament enough
to my crying forgiveness
by my heinous role,
for playing judge and jury
they say...is like digging your own hole.


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Now and then

Las Vegas. 
Photograph Creative commons: D Sharon Pruitt






 



Now and then

today i wished i could
live in the sky
the clouds white, puffy, soft
and the sky, limitless blue.

like a bird on the wing,
or a 'copter flying by
floating, buzzing, happy to be.

today i wanted to leave
but how would i go?
homeless, stateless, loneliness
forever limited by paper, action, nuance.

i come back from my dreaming
and try to create a manifestation
of true and right being
ever-mindful of others
peacefully enjoining
with my breath
with life
with the moment.






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Stevie's equasion

 

Stevie's equasion


a woman on television
defined color
as the absorbtion of every frequency
of light
except it's own.

this absence makes recognition
of color
subtle, sublime
and yet a universal sleight of hand
imperceptible to the naked brain.

Lao Tzu wrote and thought
about the cup
and it's emptiness
as a thing
the space
as an entity
with power and substance
yet no substance.

we now have two curious
etherio-physical phenomena
color with no light of it's own
and an empty cup that's filled with nothing.

another writer may explain them thusly:
in the case of color:
something from nothing leaves something.
and as for the cup:
nothing from something leaves nothing.





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Blue daze

 

Blue daze

there's uncertain magic in melancholy
when it holds you in it's thrall.
endless whine-dings and trap-pings
help complete the dismal picture.

hour by hour you're a painting
framed by no escape.
then as a sculpture
forever frozen in sanguine poses.

melancholia as a state of mind
once studied in antique medica
experienced as a never-ending sentence
sans explanation
occasionally a scream issues forth
trying to burst the scripted
filmic loop that life has become.