Saturday, June 30, 2012

Bluish Drink


All this I’ve imbibed
Even drinking

Bitter
Sweet lives
Meeting  and melting
in space and time
as fate flies

Wanting to show one another
 the bluest world

 Disclosing
Such lives
Felt to the fullest
and so often missed

Most miserable
Most worth it
 Never finding an end
hearing those blue blues
without listening
For the music
Is us

Taking and giving
enjoying the amazement

This is our veranda

 kissing and asking not to interrupt
Alas-and with that insistence

 and from time to time
and so often
brushing paradise



So much to learn
And discern
And comprehend
And not hold to an end




All this I’ve imbibed

Without drinking.

_______________________________



 IMAGE CREDIT: Blue Lady by


Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Sophia [γνώση]


 
Remember?
The moments of safety...
When observing how they talked
And their body language
Was enough
To know it all.

Remember?
When being witness of the objects
in the right or wrong place
Was the entertainment
And all the rest
Blah, blah, and
Oh yes, of course
A nod
And let go

Coming
Back to your shelter
Your intellect,
Better than home,
Your freedom.
_____________________

Posted for d'verse- Openklinknight> Tuesday 26th

IMAGE CREDIT > Sophia by

Saturday, June 23, 2012

a one-two goal


one soul
two dreams

his is blue
hers pink
and though
still green
already they’ve faced
that sense
that all around
is a messy heap
yet while together
it’ll all be
as when
they were three
hoping
everything is
as pure
as clean
and lusty *
as it used to be
as it was
before
 they came in.




* lusty adj. Merry; joyous.
...........
Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads:   Photography by Margaret Bednar
and D'verse Poets Pub:   Poetics:   Logophila 

Friday, June 22, 2012

Then, Peace




I just feel like
            lazing around
Insulting them
and then
        even killing some
  and then simply...

Go to sleep baby
in peace
     no blaming
            no regrets
              visiting me
in the middle of the night

                  full of sweat and death

I just feel like
    being hugged
      being wrapped
                by your youth
the child in me
            helping you grow up
                while you embrace
                                 my innocence

IMAGE: lazy melbourne sunday afternoon................. by deborah brandon

Thursday, June 21, 2012

let’s summer



this summer 
we’ll embrace freedom
together and apart

we’ll enjoy the irresistible temptations
and fly the miles
mending the house
fixing the dreams
reading the left behind

we’ll sit by the sunset
watering  the heat waves
walking the moonshines
witnessing a star...




Image:  Carpe Diem by Trish Woodford


Joining d'verse poets tonight  and imagenary garden

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

ever since


Your time stopped
at twelve minutes past twelve
.
Mine keeps losing
missing things 
ever since
.
I find first that and  then this
only thank thee
.
and I wink at your
now eternal smile
ever since






No Title 3 by 

Thursday, June 14, 2012

thursday


On a Thursday
never like on a Wednesday
a Friday...
or any other Thursday
the 24-hour occasion is
 bright and warm
and calm and realistic
that radiant lord sun
 insists on
keeping my soul vivid
and the up and down shade
of the flowers
as they move
with the touch of the wind
irresistible  breeze
giving me this serene smile
of wisdom...





Eating Sunglasses by 







Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Insecure


Always that 
     fighting
 to become 
       a lot more
                     pure
Trying to find 
        all possible
                    cures
Strolling near rivers
unsure
Behaving childishly
you,
  immature
‘Cause being 
          dual
              makes you 
         forever
                 insecure.



Posted for d'verse poets
 Image: Duality by Lynette Wallworth

Monday, June 11, 2012

THE PAINTER

The Dream


he had 
all the time in his world
to paint all the aspects
of a long life

bright darkness
dark lights

frightening sights
of a complicated period

full of more than normal
full of more than just war
human fights...





Desastres de la Guerra, the plague hospital scene


Los Fusilamientos del 3 de mayo



Self portrait



Saturn (detail)




Francisco José de Goya y Lucientes ( 30 March 1746–16 April 1828) was a Spanish romantic painter and printmaker regarded both as the last of the Old Masters and the first of the moderns. Goya was a court painter to the Spanish Crown, and through his works was both a commentator on and chronicler of his era. The subversive and imaginative element in his art, as well as his bold handling of paint, provided a model for the work of later generations of artists…


La Maja Desnuda


Witches in The Air

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Significance



Here is the spot
where Gods kiss me through the wind
and whisper wordless utterances in my ears
…so meaningful, though.



Fly With Me / Whispers Series by 

Sunday, June 3, 2012

and Love




I am loving this realizing of mine
The sea by the north
and mountains
 on the three other spots

the flower that any way 
grows
the breeze kissing my smile

Loving only those
 I adore
being loved by all

Ah... this Love is never ever
out of fashion

I have it here
there
wherever
 I go.



Image > Happiness by 



Saturday, June 2, 2012

Centring back the self




I keep coming and going
back to this duality of mine
I close the door and then
give it another try
never say never
I am so fed up with this blogging thing
I once was a star
then felt rejected
I was once the star
then nobody
I was getting fed up
and then was given back
what was given away
so fed up with this damned
blogging world
But see?
 cannot get of rid of it
because I
came to write
you came to read
and that’s how it began
just a few you
and then
I
...