You've Never Written a Poem for Me:

& Other Poems Un-written

Dragon flies blue, gold,

emerald, and violet so vibrant,

You’re beautiful and so cuddly,

and uhmmm (sexy one),

nice bum too!!

Thirty years or so to go –

ahh, but the blink

of a falling

anthropomorphized cosmic eye lash –

I tell you too, ‘children of ignorance’

lost in the written lies of men,

verily, God is a woman!

For, I the humble servant,

who in grace and exhultation

has, gifted, sat at Deity’s feet,

reached up and

(though near blinded by the light)

moved gently aside

the cloth which draped Her loins

and found the birthing

of Consciousness and Life,

was instead; of 'That-Which-Is-She'!

Your face is so truly ageless

hues of eventide light

exquisite, morphed angelic,

serene with soft life breath.

Dandelion, seed suspended,

a whisper of sun crystal

in the blue spring sky

You float gently earthward

from soaring synaptic flight

still holding my hand

in the connection of love

which carried us together

so deep, so loving,

so passionate, so high.

Loved one -

Know my poetry flowers for you

in the quiet peace of word thoughts

flowing into the aperture

of consciousness suspended

below the dark smiling sky

of beckoning sleep.

Wings of marvel

darting above the ponds

of my daily delight

Loved one –

Know my poetry flowers for you

when words of love,

or kindness, or appreciation

are spoken simply, bathed in clarity.

Evolution’s crucible murmurs

from the forest as you

twist and dance alive

in an unheard whisper

of music manifest

in this our epoch song.

Strings of pearls,

moist kisses,

the colour pink,

long hair, naked back,

languid stretches,

smiles, caresses –

closing my eyes….

Loved one –

I see and feel you.

You play nice.

Never be afraid;

for I have no shame with you:

I welcome your touches.

We didn’t have

an al-Qaeda problem in Iraq

when we fabricated truths and

screamed for a war of the righteous;

but, when leave we must,

know

that we sure as the hell will then!

Your eyes were deep mischief green

flashing, mirroring mine.

Delightfully pretty wench:

your smile beckoned.

Cautious with hope I warned,

“I may be much too kinky for you.”

Hope fulfilled, smitten,

I found how wrong I was!

Taxes – taxes - taxes:

when will the bullshit

in the propaganda of words

stop!

Talk to me of services,

and pay as you go……

You bread and circus bastards!

Love and a nickel; won’t even

get you a bus ride.

Love is not a commodity to take or give:

we can never own another

or transact their love.

One must learn to feel

ones’ own inner wealth of love.

Love is, at its greatest,

as a letting go within

become an un-possessed catalyst,

which when seen in awareness,

simply creates and knows its sharing,

as a Conscious-Gift,

ever so deeply alive too,

in that of another’s presence.

Iron shutters of blind faith:

we should count ourselves with the blind.

Reflexive adhesions of unexperienced belief:

we should question unceasingly.

Aggregations of facts as we create them:

we must re-examine

And, re-create unfailingly.

Loved one –

When you woke me with love

in the deep of the night

I opened my eyes

and saw your vision

Reflected as myself,

and felt as one

with the Feminine.

Loved one -

Simply know you have become

deeply one within and without.

Loved one –

A journey of joy

is a strand of perfect presences

The future

but waiting for the now.

This gift is but a symbol

and a gratitude,

of the perfect present

you

have become.