REGURGITATION

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Aphrodite, Beauty, Consciousness, poem, poetry, Venus

REGURGITATION

the gods laughed
one
in particular
poured me
some wine

wishes to ease the blow
in proving to me
human consciousness is nothing
but regurgitation

leaving me feeling that
I might as well check out

but down in the bay
thing churning in the water
got itself together
to be born
as Aphrodite

one glimpse of her divine
film-star, rock-star, Paris runway beauty
got me thinking I should
perhaps reconsider

dream of sticking
around for
a little while

BEAUTIFUL

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Beauty, Evil, Nature, philosophical, poem, poetry

BEAUTIFUL

Nature is
evil

you cannot argue so
without risking
the calumny
of complete contradiction

but only
a fool
would dispute
that Nature
can be cruel

and without
which cruelty
where
the beauty

with which
so hard
to reconcile?

FORGET IT

Tags

Beauty, economy, poem, poetry

FORGET IT

forget it
let it
die

this desire for
such beauty

it is not
for you and I
who are not
billionaires

who didn’t dot
com innovate
stack workers
in tool sheds

tap into
new necessities

sell the world
what seemed
at the time
a brilliant idea

such
a brilliant idea

GRASS

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Africa, Beauty, Divine, Humanity, poem, poetry, spiritual, wordplay, writing

GRASS

the grass
grows tall

and
beautiful

but without
radiance

I was looking
for radiance

and these thorn trees
this high grass
I could do
it justice
be the Walt
Whitman of Africa

but today
I do not see radiance

I long for radiance
my eyes so blunted
by all
the necessities
of this world

INTERLUDE

Tags

Beauty, poem, poetry, spiritual, writing

INTERLUDE

let me wonder
at the beauty
of your poem

let me
admire
the depth
of your desire

let me
praise
the majesty
of the morning sky
that takes
my breath
away
this morning

and her
beauty too
all aspects of it

her mouth, her eyes
the curvature of
her
divine fire

Oh it has
taken long,
so long
to happen

but, at last, the veil
is drawn aside

LIBERO

Tags

Beauty, Consciousness, Creation, death, Fibonacci, Freedom, Humanity, Italy, liberation, Mathematics, meaning, Metaphor, metapoetic, perspective, philosophical, poem, poetry, postmodern, ROME, writing

LIBERO

drunk on the promise of liberation
I crafted this poem whose very premise,
if you would permit me to explain,
does to
this very topic
appertain

insofar as it proposes, argues,
steadfastly maintains,
that words
be the clay
out of which all
was made

not as complete fiat but
slowly, slowly: process
of trial
and error

the code pre-established, all
the systems set in place

(this
as sure as
triangles
are
triangular,
spirals
are spirals)

all done and dusted
tried and trusted
written into the
acid of
our DNA

and so
I salute you
creatures
of truth and beauty

and fib you not
Senor Fibonacci

loving the light in
your fair land with
its paramount city

leaving your own
carefully calculated
indelible impression

and
here is the very book
in which it is written
(the one we
contest, always argue over)

so much
blood in the
sand
of that arena

why is it
that beauty must
always contend with death

again
I hold up my
net
and trident

(or sword: for
pen
best metaphor,
best metonym)

so much
marble and gold
begging the eye
to look upward
redefine perspective, dream
of long-last freedom

drunk
on those
dreams
of
a future
on promise
of liberation

under which
eternal pressure
I do write
this poem

trying to
tie up
loose ends
get
opposites
to meet

square
all circles

such ironic that libero
the word I shamefacedly stole
is actually your own

TOAD

Tags

art, Beauty, poem, Poet, poetry, transformation

TOAD

I am toad
beyond middle-
aged

living
tiny butterfly time

oh the glamour of
these day-glow creatures
my eyes too
slow to follow
as they
flit, cajole,
conjoin,
gambol

gamble on
beauty rather
than strength or
speed

and so
in praise and honour
of these true creatures of transformation

I give a thick dull parp
a frothy burp

pour out my
heart

in toady
affection

QUEEN OF CUPS

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Beauty, goddess, poem, poetry, sexual symbolism, Tarot, Water, Water power astrological

QUEEN OF CUPS

queen of cups
the water
loves you

and I feel
my thoughts
all heading South
(deep below that
girdle known
as Tropic
of Cancer)

the water licks you
into glorious shape

and I
can die now
having absorbed
this vision

nothing my old
tired poetry can do
to capture
in word or phrase

this desire, this beauty
pure, unadulterated

AFRO-DITE

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Africa, Aphrodite, Beauty, Desire, goddess, poem, poetry, Venus, Water, Water power astrological

AFRO-DITE

friend, do not call
out to Olympus for
your Greek Aphrodite

whose star
morning and evening
brightest in the heavens
goes by
her Roman name

word has it — and more than just word —
shared collective vision
tells me that
far on her seashell
she has travelled
to return to
Africa her
most sacred home

where her
love and beauty would
threaten to
soften us
make us slaves to
the poem
she has always been

she who
put Helen to shame,
and sister Clytemnestra
beguiling the worth, enriching
the very Earth
as the water that
is her element
begs to take the
shape
of her frame

SILVER AND GOLD

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aesthetics, Beauty, Humanity, poem, Poet, poetry, Value and meaning, writing

SILVER AND GOLD

I have become
Oh so quiet
so very quiet
watching the fish
swim in
a crystal stream

but even so
being human
I have
my apocalyptic moments

which I refuse to
project
inflict upon the world

let the
word write itself
let it find, with me, despite me
its way into being

let this
stream so beautiful

the fish like little crystals
as they
flash silver; flash gold.