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Living with Goldilocks (Poem by Umar)

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Say what you will,
We are mere biological tubes 
In one end and out the other 
Goes the dead things we eat daily
While we profess in the midst of this 
An intimacy blessed by the sky god’s one 
Good son, our lineage is the truly divine one

Even as our sciences’ queries 
Rend the sacred curtain to social cause ribbons 
Revealing the wizard-less inwardness as koan 

Say what you will,
We merely imagine ourselves 
As remarkable beings
In this sensate world, tactile 
Abodes for ghostly souls
Binary beings just as day has its brightness, 
Thinking has its dreaming

I say what I will,
We are the carbon based bumpkin 
Sweet spot residents of a Goldilocks zone 
Helplessly spinning and orbiting 
A floating ball of gas on fire
In a milky dense galactic way
Of being universally present.

We are billion year old carbon 
With genius dreams that lifted us 
From African trees to lush savannahs,
Flights to the moon with tickets to Mars
Spacious private estates to high rise tenements
Bows and arrows to satellite operated drones
We fabricate a world of meaning.

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Copyright 2013 by Umar

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A Flower’s Gift (Poem by Audrey Howitt)

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Whither marks the passing of this day?

Its limned edges folding in upon themselves,

A golden harness of thought’s lightest dreams

Sylph-like in their curtained dances

Bloom along the day’s lined pathways.


Each flower,

A chance

Again to seamlessly draw in

The motion of god’s breath

Beneath feet clad only

In the sandals of hope.


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Copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013.
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So I Said I Am Ezra (Poem by A.R. Ammons)

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So I said I am Ezra
and the wind whipped my throat
gaming for the sounds of my voice
   I listened to the wind
go over my head and up into the night
Turning to the sea I said
            I am Ezra
but there were no echoes from the waves
The words were swallowed up
   in the voice of the surf
or leaping over the swells
lost themselves oceanward
   Over the bleached and broken fields
I moved my feet turning from the wind
   that ripped sheets of sand
   from the beach and threw them
   like seamists across the dunes
swayed as if the wind were taking me away
and said
            I am Ezra
As a word to much repeated
falls out of being
so I Ezra went out into the night
like a drift of sand
and splashed among the windy oats
that clutch the dunes
of unremembered seas

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Ann says: Ezra was a great Jewish leader, a high priest and scribe who lived in the 5th century BCE.  But even the greatest leaders find that their voice pales in comparison to that of nature.

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Magical Dancing (Poem by Craig Lawson)

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Safe within aurora, far from the stars,
Uncanny evocations of cool  light
Move in their silence and illuminate
Invisible rich islands of the night.

The intricate swift steps around the fire,
The chants that all of them have ever known,
Always will evoke what they desire
And at the rising of the misty sun

The dancing ceases; dancers disappear;
A pure, clear light illuminates the land
And it is almost possible to hear

The life that quickens in the earth again;
There moves once more the moist and scented wind
Which brings the promise of approaching rain.

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Copyright 2013 by Craig Lawson

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Can You Feel It? (Poem by RaisetheCurve)

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I’ve always envied
certain trees with 
their perfect leaves,
like hands,
that shake
the morning sky awake
and tuck the ground beneath
comfort of stars.

I can always sense
exactly, to the minute,
when it’s going to rain.

Some feel it in their bones—
an ache in one’s knees as legs,
like divining rods,
tremble
at the promise of life;
I am not that attuned.

Some can smell the air
and know that it perspires
beneath the weight of swollen
rafters ready to fall
on the players below;
I am not that wise.

Some can even feel 
Earth
as she sighs,
ready to release tears
of tension, built-up
from simply being
trampled over;
I am not that broken.

I am merely observant.
I am but a servant of 
the light
which catches eyes as
hands glisten, bathed
in shades of
“See you later,” as
these certain trees
upturn their palms
like prayers of 
ancients, pining
for absolution, for
baptism by nourishment.

I have always envied
certain trees with
their perfect leaves,
like hands,
that reach for 
salvation—
something I cannot yet see,
but know
would come for me
if only I grew
roots 
with my knees
and asked
with upturned palms.

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Ann says: This poem presents a bit of a puzzle.  From what would both humans and trees require salvation?  Global climate change or some other type of ecological catastrophe is my guess. (See stanza 5).

Copyright 2013 by RaisetheCurve

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Coromandel Fishers (Poem by Sarojini Naidu) Rise, brothers, rise; the wakening skies pray to the morning light, The wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn like a child that has cried all night. Come, let us gather our nets from the shore and set our catamarans free, To capture the leaping wealth of the tide, for we are the kings of the sea! No longer delay, let us hasten away in the track of the sea gull’s call, The sea is our mother, the cloud is our brother, the waves are our comrades all. What though we toss at the fall of the sun where the hand of the sea-god drives? He who holds the storm by the hair, will hide in his breast our lives. Sweet is the shade of the cocoanut glade, and the scent of the mango grove, And sweet are the sands at the full o’ the moon with the sound of the voices we love; But sweeter, O brothers, the kiss of the spray and the dance of the wild foam’s glee; Row, brothers, row to the edge of the verge, where the low sky mates with the sea.  ******************************************************************************************* Ann says: The Coromandel Coast lies on the southeastern edge of India. Image: posterlounge.co.uk

Coromandel Fishers (Poem by Sarojini Naidu)

Rise, brothers, rise; the wakening skies pray to the morning light, 
The wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn like a child that has cried all night. 
Come, let us gather our nets from the shore and set our catamarans free, 
To capture the leaping wealth of the tide, for we are the kings of the sea! 

No longer delay, let us hasten away in the track of the sea gull’s call, 
The sea is our mother, the cloud is our brother, the waves are our comrades all. 
What though we toss at the fall of the sun where the hand of the sea-god drives? 
He who holds the storm by the hair, will hide in his breast our lives. 

Sweet is the shade of the cocoanut glade, and the scent of the mango grove, 
And sweet are the sands at the full o’ the moon with the sound of the voices we love; 
But sweeter, O brothers, the kiss of the spray and the dance of the wild foam’s glee; 
Row, brothers, row to the edge of the verge, where the low sky mates with the sea. 


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Ann says: The Coromandel Coast lies on the southeastern edge of India.
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19 Plays

HAL-AN-TOW (Traditional May Day Song, Click on Arrow to play)

Take the scorn and wear the horns
It was the crest when you were born
Your father’s father wore it
And your father wore it too

Robin Hood and Little John
They’ve both gone to the fair-o
Well, we shall to the merry green wood
To hunt the buck and hare-o

Hal-an-Tow, jolly rumbelow
We were up long before the day-o
Well, to welcome in the summertime
To welcome in the May-o
Well, the summer is coming in
And winter’s gone away

What happened to the Spaniards
That made so great a boast-o?
Well, they shall eat the feathered goose
We shall eat the roast-o

God bless Aunt Mary Moses
With all her power and might-o
Well, send us peace in England
Send peace by day and night-o

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Ann says:  May Day evolved from the Celtic festival Beltane, which is still practiced in a number of countries by NeoPagans.

Traditional; this aptly punk version performed by Oysterband.

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The Peace of Wild Things (Poem by Wendell Berry)

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When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free. 



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Images: 1. Randall David Tipton  2. Michael S. Quinton

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Night Blooms (Poem by Laurie Corzett) Come, say I Enjoy the desert night blooms — rare, exquisite, alive. Quiet, the primeval cold, parched, freeze-dried. No purposeful future divined. The stories I spin … Old, alien unmarked steps upon the Earth. no meaning no warmth I walk primeval, exquisite landscape dry, old, eternal to enjoy the blooming. ****************************************************************************************************************************************** Copyright 2013 by Laurie Corzett. Image: Victorian lithograph, artist unknown.
Night Blooms (Poem by Laurie Corzett)


Come, say I

Enjoy the desert night blooms —

rare, exquisite, alive.

Quiet, the primeval cold,

parched, freeze-dried.

No purposeful future

divined.

The stories I spin …

Old, alien

unmarked steps upon the Earth.

no meaning

no warmth

I walk primeval, exquisite landscape

dry, old, eternal

to enjoy the blooming.

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Copyright 2013 by Laurie Corzett.

Image: Victorian lithograph, artist unknown.

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MOTHER EARTH CHANTS (Poem by Susan Budig) Earth and sky, fire and sea  I am a steward of this world Air and soil, rock and scree  I am a steward of this world River and butte, gale and boulder  I am a steward of this world Thunder and dew, growing older  I am a steward of this world Healer and farmer, agronomist, too  I am a steward of this world Denizen walks in dirt’s milieu  I am a steward of this world Always sacred ground beneath us  I am a steward of this world (Y)ours for now, then repossessed  I am a steward of this world ************************************************************************************************************************************* Copyright 2013 by Susan Budig Image:  Andrew Ferez

MOTHER EARTH CHANTS (Poem by Susan Budig)

Earth and sky, fire and sea
  I am a steward of this world

Air and soil, rock and scree
  I am a steward of this world

River and butte, gale and boulder
  I am a steward of this world

Thunder and dew, growing older
  I am a steward of this world

Healer and farmer, agronomist, too
  I am a steward of this world

Denizen walks in dirt’s milieu
  I am a steward of this world

Always sacred ground beneath us
  I am a steward of this world

(Y)ours for now, then repossessed
  I am a steward of this world

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Copyright 2013 by Susan Budig

Image:  Andrew Ferez

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LULLABY ON A PTHALO BLUE SEA (Poem by David Wainland) Mammoth grey humped-back creatures stir breathing out warm clouds of steam dancing with their silver finned brothers Crustaceans scramble mid angels, scorpions stars, coral, drifting sea-grass, broken glass rusting metal, rotted timber, worn stone The sea pervades all, taking, seldom giving abiding, quiet, violent, rushing over sands breathing salt into the still air raining sulfur Corrupting, cleansing, cauterizing, tides washing through shoals, over endless reefs deeps to shallows, breaking on distant beaches Shorelines wither, die, are at once renewed continents collide, renting vast canyons beginnings become ends beckoning new ages` An overture of ocean music rebounds crooned by a chorus of water nymphs lullaby perspectives on a Phthalo Blue Sea Heard from ghostly ships sailing forever abroad with weathered plank covered promenades past empty barnacle incrusted lighthouses *********************************************************************************************************************************** Ann says:  I love the way David has captured the haunting nature of the sea, long a symbol for the human subconscious. Copyright 2013 by David Wainland Image: MermaidsArtworkWallpaper

LULLABY ON A PTHALO BLUE SEA (Poem by David Wainland)

Mammoth grey humped-back creatures stir

breathing out warm clouds of steam

dancing with their silver finned brothers


Crustaceans scramble mid angels, scorpions

stars, coral, drifting sea-grass, broken glass

rusting metal, rotted timber, worn stone


The sea pervades all, taking, seldom giving

abiding, quiet, violent, rushing over sands

breathing salt into the still air raining sulfur


Corrupting, cleansing, cauterizing, tides

washing through shoals, over endless reefs

deeps to shallows, breaking on distant beaches


Shorelines wither, die, are at once renewed

continents collide, renting vast canyons

beginnings become ends beckoning new ages`


An overture of ocean music rebounds

crooned by a chorus of water nymphs

lullaby perspectives on a Phthalo Blue Sea


Heard from ghostly ships sailing forever abroad

with weathered plank covered promenades

past empty barnacle incrusted lighthouses





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Ann says:  I love the way David has captured the haunting nature of the sea, long a symbol for the human subconscious.

Copyright 2013 by David Wainland

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It happened like this:when they flew, great wings whistling,the river leading the way,you squeezed my crumb-dusted handand we watched them go. ******************************************************************************************************************************************** Ann says: Among her many talents, Corinna Parr is a writer of literary erotica par excellance.  You can find her work here. Copyright 2013 by Corinna Parr. Image: Patrick Seeger


It happened like this:
when they flew, great wings whistling,
the river leading the way,
you squeezed my crumb-dusted hand
and we watched them go.


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Ann says: Among her many talents, Corinna Parr is a writer of literary erotica par excellance.  You can find her work here.

Copyright 2013 by Corinna Parr.

Image: Patrick Seeger

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Peace, Poet (Poem by Corinna Parr)

Each of us like you
has felt this surge
the rolling tide
in ceaseless cycle;
it demands we spill
jellied hearts
tangled fronds
sea-picked spines
upon an unforgiving shore.

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Ann says: Among her many talents, Corinna Parr is a writer of literary erotica par excellance.  You can find her work here.

Copyright 2013 by Corinna Parr.

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Body of Ocean, Milk and Sky (Poem by Seán MacFalls) Body of ocean, milk and sky,We are tangled in the hope of night.The lips of the milky way, creaming us,Stains and is tart with a taste keening;All is creation. My meteors crashInto your ruptured Earth. I flameUpon your must and moisted furrowsAnd my toes are locked, rooted in yours. Body of ocean, milk and sky,In the deserts of the day you are trueOasis. The curves and waft of your sandsSeethe and sodden my barren plains,Are erasing all my wandering memoriesOf an endless sky and now your eyesAre the only stars I know, and your skin;A sheet that holds the heavens shimmering. Body of ocean, milk and sky,Your breasts are the heaving of grassesAnd wind, loft and laden in the roundedHills, a hoard of yeasty bread, bountiful,Ripe and strange. Your hair is an endlessSavannah, your valleys are gold and honeyedWith milk, seared, filled by my penetrating sun.In passion we play; low on earth and deep in sky. ******************************************************************************************************************************* Copyright 2013 by Seán MacFalls Image: Marilyn Meister

Body of Ocean, Milk and Sky (Poem by Seán MacFalls)

Body of ocean, milk and sky,
We are tangled in the hope of night.
The lips of the milky way, creaming us,
Stains and is tart with a taste keening;
All is creation. My meteors crash
Into your ruptured Earth. I flame
Upon your must and moisted furrows
And my toes are locked, rooted in yours.

Body of ocean, milk and sky,
In the deserts of the day you are true
Oasis. The curves and waft of your sands
Seethe and sodden my barren plains,
Are erasing all my wandering memories
Of an endless sky and now your eyes
Are the only stars I know, and your skin;
A sheet that holds the heavens shimmering.

Body of ocean, milk and sky,
Your breasts are the heaving of grasses
And wind, loft and laden in the rounded
Hills, a hoard of yeasty bread, bountiful,
Ripe and strange. Your hair is an endless
Savannah, your valleys are gold and honeyed
With milk, seared, filled by my penetrating sun.
In passion we play; low on earth and deep in sky.

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Copyright 2013 by Seán MacFalls

Image: Marilyn Meister

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 DARKLY (Poem by Dan Collins)  Darkly in blue,water holds the surface tension.Darkly in blue,folds of her gown barely mentionthe weight of her heart or its hue.Geese on the winds of intention,darkly in blue. ************************************************************************************************************************************ Copyright 2013 by Dan Collins (aka Atticus). Image: Mark Dermsteader

 DARKLY (Poem by Dan Collins)

 Darkly in blue,
water holds the surface tension.
Darkly in blue,
folds of her gown barely mention
the weight of her heart or its hue.
Geese on the winds of intention,
darkly in blue.

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Copyright 2013 by Dan Collins (aka Atticus).

Image: Mark Dermsteader

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