The stream (all workshops)
owe allegiance to no one
nothing
no dogma, doctrine,
nor desperation's dare
from the silly to the savage,
all concoctions
slither through the sieve of truth
spreading toxic puddles of delusion
and despair
shallow encounters
deceive
immersion, soul suicide
abscond
walk alone the remaining miles
breathe, taste, shiver the excitement of fresh airs
return home
newborn
empty
I drove them through the mountains
the winding roads
in clouds washed screens
could hardly see the road ahead
so watched the rear view mirror clean
they were entwined
like a serpent and a bottle of wine..
corked up then their hands,
drove
it was slightly cold I switched on the heat
they warmed up smiled
so it seemed...
thank you
could he have heard through the darkened glass
such awakening and in my nerves a striking lightening
ABOUT CURSES: 1882 , Calabrian hills
She bared her breasts
untouched by love’s caress
or infant’s kiss
to the winter moon
pale and full
demon clouds riding
a cold north wind
passing through.
In unholy Gregorian
she murmured
times three
and three more
an incantation
upon each generation
of the House of Red
she lay a curse on six plus one
beyond seven none.
.
deadfall
the windmill shadow
like a sorrowed hush of dusk
Decline we the
singular mulitude
swirling round the mind hive
axis
Fouette
infirmary
round clockwork
turns
while the sky whimpers
and souls burn
I spied a Rainbow Grande one time
I could've hit it with a stone,
the sun opened wide the way her morning does
so I watched the twin rainbow, alone.
Serendipity's grande gesture sent glowing rays
flooding my eyes with awed radiance,
it was too much to see by myself,
but I absorbed it's entire brilliance!
Humbled am l as l try to say words
that accurately tells all that it brings;
this private Twin "bow" Supreme showed colors to me
with a vibrancy that taught me to make wings;
Autumnal Ball
sun dappled shadows gambol on the ground
swaying branches ablaze with muted colors
Gaia laughs
shimmering translucent mirth
she shakes her head tossing her hair
as leaves tumble in a madcap freefall
cavorting gaily in the swirling gusts of wind!
length and strength
to my mind come two vitally important dimensions length and the power we all call strength .Both are equally important in all walks of life not only in the matter which some think out of this life but in every survey of imagination take a stride length means in poetry not being epicurial and the strength implies the power of conviction in your own diction of what one wants to convey direct and straight
An Immortal Vice..
In the glass house there was a pen,
coffee loyalty card plus a dice.
Belief, to mend all that he’d broken,
but still he knew they were only a vice.
A roll of the dice never harmed a sole,
while scribing words were so painful.
As the ink dried scribbles took their toll,
he felt a gambler’s unbalanced approval.
The vice was just a crack from the surface,
creating all sort of dither, fear and loss.
Delusions took hold with such finesse,
alluding the misconception, of a final toss.
there's someone out there somewhere in forever
my complement, regardless where I am
in ageless rhythm with my soul-mate’s heart
I celebrate the beauty of existence
our purpose and agendas always rhyme
my someone knows my innermost desires
through time, through void and through the in-between
he travels with me, daydreams them with me
we missed each other in this manifest
imposters tempt and try my very soul
but I will wait until this sojourn ends
see out this mission here now on my own
If in written words
I wanted to tell
how much I owe you
I'd need some more forests
with more trees
I'd need more tears to flood
(the ink of the eyne)
to evince my real gratitude
for a heart I thought is mine.
Hence I'll quit the clichéd words
and quietly decline
leaving a blank piece of paper
with a naked simple sign
Rula.Y.H.
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