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4d · 208
QUEEN Afareen
QUEEN Afareen designed a perfume bottle
she herself exuded a scent of untainted ambergris, orris wafted as her heavenly cue
lime with jasmine spritz her exuberant hue

a black swan neck curved crystal female form
this bottle crafted in alexandrite, mirroring her
pharaoh shaped silhouette, gold sun rays embedded facade, stopper of opal warm

ruby inlays rested languidly at bottle base
slivers of pearl and aquamarine laced
replica of Aphrodite she encased in Myanmar teak, sculpted with elk ivory, reclining bottle
in Muga silk before a river lilting lily wattle

then gifted herself her own bottle, liquid tomb
nimble fingers twisting opal top for perfume
her unique irreplaceable exuding essence
imperceptibly drifting reverent presence

drinking the last undistilled drops from
edenic perfume bottle, QUEEN Afareen
extinguished herself gracefully into muscled
arms of Adonis, as bottle drifted downstream
towards turquoise ocean emptied, beamed
a sorrowed counterploy buried, it screamed

Copyright: GhairoDanielsPoetry ____
4d · 945
Poppies
I lay in your arms on a
Vacant bed of Poppies                                  
Watching a midnight blue sky                                                      
As ancient ferns opened curtains wide                                            
                ­                                                                 ­             
Cathedral upon cathedral                                                        ­        
Passed before our vision                                                           ­       
Each belled more splendid than the next                                    
                        ­                                                                 ­             
Slave doors were but half opened                                                
We saw arches being lifted                  
Marx and Brecht nodding in agreement                                      
We turned and rested in "I AM"                                                      
       ­                                                                 ­                                
The poppies faded                                                            ­              
Their red turning to blood                                                            ­    
Black centres becoming
AFRIKA !

Copyright © Ghairo Daniels  2017
4d · 581
RETRENCHED WOMEN
The soul aches
    numbs the brain
          Pictures float away of women
             crying, laughing, ironing sheets
thinking about jobs and ***
         finding work and
              cooking cheap spaghetti


Playing with malnourished children
     recovering from trauma, turmoil
        turbulence, schizophrenia
             from wombing life and giving
                              garlands with open hands


Copyright © Ghairo Daniels | Year Posted 2012
WHITE WITCHES IN THE WIND

Up the dark and barricaded staircase
with a monitor well focused between their legs
they came to digest an ego
caress ten long fingers flaming at the tips

Imbibe bright juice
heal a chequered heart
mount the focused quartz
don the weathered leather

As African hero’s of the past stare
Through windows draped in white chiffon

They smooth peppercorn hair
in ecstasies of bliss as delicate oil
flare their nostrils, ignite their liver
while township youth play dice upstairs

Modelling their future on one man alone
as jazz tunes are whistled from corners
the piano remains covered in velvet
with a white knight trying some stunts

And a wizard talks tales of Mecca
then prays on centre stage

They twist locks and slit bars
violet suns stream in
all is touched with gold as he glances
at their toes, skirmishes their
******* in figures of eight

On a path to the beyond
White witches in the wind

©GhairoDanielsPoetry2003
6d · 649
Circle of Love
CIRCLE OF LOVE


Time in Space
Moments and Seconds
all in a row
Days and nights
all in a row
Years, decades, centuries
Milleniums
all in a row
Side by Side
calm eternity
Sparkling joy
quiet Wisdom
all in a row

Waiting for bait
for dusty flies...
lucky geckos
for humans looking
for Love
Watching souls
dancing in a circle
around a never ending Fire
Seeking newness which will
not be found
except in time in space
All in a row

In an open sky
the row becomes a
Circle of Love

( Poem recited by Poet on YouTube @ghairodanielspresence  : poetry playlist )
6d · 581
When Death Visits
“It is myth that God questions us. God is Pure Consciousness, reflecting mistakes & well doing. God guides the Soul’s evolution. We face Him-Her when free from garb. To stand ***** is to know that we learnt our lessons, completed our soul contract with Divinity, graduating onto next rung, into a progressive mission or completely merge into Oneness.” GhairoDanielsQuotes

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Death is a best friend
she visits often to dissolve old cells
tweak dioxyribonucleic acids  
carrying silver sword and bamboo pipe
to draw breath, pointing to moon
caped in indigo velvet with hood
her whispers are silent breath on
white linen pillow

I invite her to sit on my bed
she admires an octagonal quilt red
removing her cape, accepting offering
of camomile tea, her eyes smiling hollows  hyena, warrior, eagle, dung beetle
all at once, elegantly slow she settles
closer, ******* my ears, cold breezes
ripple down my legs

With sidelong glance she asks :
“So what is your claim to fame ?”
I reply : “I know not a name. Fame is
a shadowy flame, an orange-purple
one flickering to become lame.
All the same, I claim to be the highest
version of what Source intended
nothing more, nothing less.
This is free fame, oxygenated.
That is my game, if insane, let it not
be a shame, or a blame.”
Smiling, she asks next : “How have
you helped fellow humans ?”  

I reply : “With Pluto Sun squared as
a dominant in my Chart, I undertook to
integrate escaping gloom into Light for
Self and others. As God granted Ketu
long periods of rulership over my form
I pulped Self in backwaters, where
angels fear to tread, to be a Presence
for fellow humans.”

Her hollow eyes with high cheekbones
move closer to my face. Sipping from floral teacup, fingers spindly, she asks :
“How ***** will your spine be before
THE ALL ?”
I reply : “Not as ***** as when I practiced kundalini and hatha yoga, though I detect
zero regrets, bereft of debts, slate clean
as an uncooked bean.”

Laughing, she replies that Divinity
will be pleased with my use of poetics
whispering : “Know that your spine will
revert to 21 years when I draw your
breath into mine, to gently carry to
Divine. You will sway on your way
into a ringlet bay of rosy everlasting days.
17 more good cheer years, hear my Dear.”

I watch quick footsteps across the
garden path. A thoughtform follows
slender caped back : “My claim to fame
is to be what ****** desires me to be  
~ Co-Creator of my own destiny.”

Next time Death visits, I will word it this way.

______

*[new poetic form: L&N : Letters & Numbers]
{ FREEDOM  “We may want to linger, to stay, to arrest the flow and talk about it, photograph it, lyricize it. Yet this beauty is mercurial and we must let it go, for it is already slipping away to be replaced by the new.” -Stuart Sovatsky }


YELLOW FIELD OF WHEAT


Angel of Death skims blacker than tar
a skeletal knock overturning bowl of oats
smelling of frankincense and ashes
to carry you to a yellow field of wheat
where you will dance radiant waltzes
haloed free

your laughter pranced across blue walls with
Michael Jackson, Spider-Man and cheeky elves
relishing Kentucky Fried Chicken as you
played scrabble with forlorn neighbour
your bony body birthing revolutions of
roulette with green life and grey death

how you endured those precision needles
wanting to instead drum tapered fingers on
waiting desk overflowing with car sketches
your thirteen year old bald head smiling
veins on an enchanting spring moon as our
hidden tears crystallised hospital sheets

we tried to keep up with you scoffing
encyclopaedias, Dickens and muffins alike
cancer like a chess game mastered chemo
doctors and nurses becoming kings or pawns
time in the now or endless pathos stalking
Laurel and Hardy keeping our hearts unlocked

on Merlin’s star-patterned couch you will
jokingly converse with Pele and his team
soccer ball silent under quiescent table
my ink cannot pen sad lines as I feel your
lips still ******* for warm dripping milk
your freedom moonwalks on a yellow field of wheat


©GhairoDanielsPoetry2012
This poem won First Placing in International Poetry Contest 2025 sponsored by Poet-Writer : Mark Toney
6d · 104
PEACE LILY
Three o’clock morning
a solitary hour of pillow turning
                 I gaze at a dark open tunnel
                                             lacy funnel

Are your pursuits still with me ?

                eyes odes to life’s quests
                       now starseeds luminous
                           where there was a nose
                                  a pyramid of pink rose
                           perfume perceptible sweat

            tears trickle silver snail trails
                                 toward a waiting grail
                                    salt grains down the drain


Your voice
                   a whispering white butterfly
                                        fluttering gold
                                    on bare shoulder cold

                 Rivers circle bronzed
                                body and fingers in
                                      torrents of knowingness                          

in waiting garden a Tree of Life bears globular fruit as daily offerings from hot dark roots

                          a quiet hour
                          dissolves into luminous light
                             of spaceless  heights

bells ****** gently as I remember
                    our togetherness, watching
                                   cows in spring September
                             a celebration of Awakening

    now arms are shadowy
                   veins across a waking sky
                         justice, equality, freedom, Love as lessons dug in loamy Earth, passed ~

     my resilient heart opens wide
                             merges with your silent smile
                                             designing a
                                                            Peace Lily


©GhairoDanielsPoetry2020
6d · 27
I Am Poetry
I AM POETRY

‘In the Beginning
was the Word’
light penetrated dark
sound big-banged birthed
three in One creating
~ P o e t r y ~
I am this poised superlative
unchanging yet exotically emitting
all that changes

I am Poetry
fruit of my desires
dropping when fully ripened
as words speaking to
people faraway
nourishing or subtracting
What matters is
that I liberate
alphabets from mental grids
to glide, fast fly, jump or
slowly crawl, landing
at destined places
swords or aces

I am Poetry
work, weep or whimper
not for me
I existentially trance dance
exit without entangling
whimsically encapsulate wisps that
glance at blank paper twists
to be embroidered emboldened in
ink ruby red, black or olive green
a mature Cosmic Queen

I am Poetry
free flow from fingers
fragile, artistic or sturdy
regulate me only
for enticing enjoyment or exploring expansion
perhaps for judicious judgement
or cantering competition, for I am
already elixired experience
before your digits
press mechanistic keys

I a m  P o e t r y
sequins of Love convoluted or rayed
I materialise in devotional service
purifying all other emotive sentiments
conditioned, romantic, maybe missioned
Heart is my home hearth where rest
my letters, verses, forms
cadences, couplets, epics
in non-bewildered  intelligence
visioning dreamscapes Divine

I am Poetry
liberated from bandages, buckles, bondages
free from living entities locked, blocked
aliveness is my Supersoul breath
giving voice to quarks,
electrons, protons, neutrons
which would fleetingly escape unnoticed
if I did not momentarily capture
their essence through my
observed stained leaded glass elixirs
bound for ether, if I please

I am Poetry
seeing action in inaction
followed by stillness in activity
transcendental whirlpools
in meteorological orbits I reach
my slender arms to ouroboros
them into language lyrical
or plain
burnished or wisely mundane
I cherish all utterances in sacred
spaces attuning words wholly for
Grace to sanely activate
remaining supremely unattached

I am P o e t r y
moving imagination in imperfect
perfection, exemplified waves or nodules
misty, foggy or clear
intricate, intriguing, unblemished
gratifying, swivelling, dimensioned
I sizzle in my own dictating
fire realm, abandoned all
beginnings and all
Eternity, for I, consummated
voiced and fleshed
the W o r d
6d · 66
mint : name poem
MINT, my favourite herb, sharp yet sweet

Invigorating, cooling, balancing menthol beats

Nautical it tastes, flavouring salads or pasta neat

Tantalising sensation, delicious for ****** treats

                            < ~~~~~>
6d · 113
Prior to Intent
Prior to Intent
"heart sets up a vibration
echoing as wordless intent
mind translates in symbols
flight of our soul’s ascent
is intent then a stirring
of soul with God conferring"
Unseeking Seeker

________


IN THE BEGINNING
intentions set
luminescent spiralling
quarks already written
as codes at birthing of Soul
from Divine Mind

intricate patterns of
His-Her inconceivable
eternal infinite Plans
tracings of filigree Love
dormantly waiting for its
Time to flower then fade

so Soul descends carrying its
precious curriculum
safely packaged spiritual
missions into Heartspace
many slumbering intentions
of All That Is being embodied

Heart delicate pure receiver
of Soul’s encodings
cradles, embraces, lubricates
acknowledges intent ~
relays God’s codes to
mind to pattern into fruition

before intention unfurls from
mind it glimmering hovers
flickers between Heart and Soul
awaiting Divine Timing instruction
precise moments for exposition
of the new

whispering inside and outside of
consciousness from spacelessness
into spacetime Heart who
recognises light-sound
frequency waves from
IN THE BEGINNING

Divine desire plugs power
into Heart as His-Her Lover-Child
balances presence attracting
right emotion
a globule on Tree of Life flash
need becomes illusion

kaleidoscopic patterns form
spaces fill or empty
intent given shaped form
coloured creation dances
then disappears
God smiles with Soul

Heart in bliss

©GhairoDanielsPoetry
PLACED SECOND IN INTERNATIONAL CONTEST SPONSORED BY POET
UNSEEKING SEEKER
COMRADE LOVE NEEDED

Sorrow of Love is hard to bear
stretches my bones and
I cannot go on

A need for comrades
to speak about Love
lost their ability to love
can only love for moments

When these moments come
they devour them like
rare chocolate
not enjoying them

My comrades have physical
beauty, Spirit beauty I doubt
they question commitment and honesty
it is their own they question

We do not need hate to be
involved in the Struggle for Truth
We need Love

I see comrades becoming mechanical
we strive for a Distant Star
that Star beckons with Love
Comrades !

Love is needed !

©GhairoDanielsPoetry
Bellville,SA 1980


(This little poem was written when I was 18yrs old as a young student activist at the University of the Western Cape,SA. I subsequently read it at mass meetings at high schools throughout the province, as part of the student insurrection, enthralling high school pupils. Then, of course I could read it with a lot of fire. I understand that it is a channelled poem as I wrote it in 5mins flat during an activist meeting)
Comrade Love South African History student activism University of the Western Cape student insurrection apartheid
Sep 14 · 2.4k
A Birth
A BIRTH

Twelve hours in velvet dark
I waited for your shaft
to penetrate my channel of desire
birthing purity and long lashes

You came without a doubt
Acacia branches making curtains
their feet digging deep for
the numinosity of life

Wisdom of Time feeding a
******* into pink moistness
Deeply hidden thorns created
a serpent circle of protection

Descent spiralled into eardrums
eyeballs, silently swirling light
dividing with space, minerals
unfolding with Earth’s rhythm

Her sister shed joyful tears
for her soft arched feet
whilst ***** petals fell
for dainty fingers curling

As missionary I buried a sticky
cord beneath Acacia
Understood the elixir of truth and
your departure into shadows


©GhairoDanielsPoetry1997
Sep 14 · 1.6k
Dimash, the Shepherd
DIMASH THE SHEPHERD
(Story of One Sky Conclusion)

I am
Shepherd
Cloaking myself
In God’s soft simplicity
My tasks complete
Songs sung
Light shone
Souls ignited

Each day seven wheels
Revolved their full degrees
Now the Awakening
know that Love is the Strike
of Light on the sleep
of a hundred thousand
years of wrenching knots

I return to You
to dissolve again
in your gentle
Ecstasy of knowing
Yourself as Voice

Each of Your atoms
in a chant or falsetto
resonated in freedom’s
True radiant White

How you ached to know
if You could go further
than planets not yet discovered
You did through each of my
Harmonic breathes

Now I’m done to
cuddle frolicking lambs
and hold my staff
as heaven’s drumstick
It will beat the
silent space between
Resonating genes

You are well pleased
Our art of evolution
continues to vibrate
in every fingertip
each sea-sponge and
Sand grain

Refreshed I will descend
then ascend again
as You instruct
to expose muted layers
My F-sharps alchemising
wolves with nightingales

I bow to You
As I hood !


©GhairoDanielsPoetry2022
This poem is based on the song by Dimash Quidaibergen, Story of One Sky. It is a vignette of the Conclusion of the Song
Sep 14 · 1.3k
HOT MILK DRIPPING
warm sun sweet liquid
dark moist hole bristles soft sand
wonder exquisite
                            
                         *      

                                  *
                    
    SUN    
                             \/
                          sweet
                             ||
                       D  ARK        Q  QQ ||| b r i St  Les                      
                    s
                           o
                                f
                                    t
                                         sand ::::::sandcastles:::::::::holes OOO:::birth
                                                                 ing
ALICE

She basked in warm mid-morning sun drinking rooibos tea with almond biscuits. Her dollies speaking dolly lingo to marching ants. An indigo beam of sunlight rayed into her forehead, delivering jolts to her ladybird reverie.

Instantly Alice saw it. A tiny dark gasping hole in the flaking courtyard wall through which a caterpillar was  c r a w l i n g, beckoning her to
f o l l o w.
“Come,” he said, “with me, through MY intricate hole. I want to show YOU wonders beyond wOnders.”
eyes to eyes magnetised
a curious movement                             SSSSSSS
body lost legs, arms, neck                       SSSSS
brain smoking shrinking                              SSS
ears disappearing                                          S                
ribs increasing                                              

                      she felt an ***** growing
                      on the roof of her mouth
                      transmutation into worm or
                      serpent
                      how was she to know ?
        
                                                          
Her dollies started whimpering, ants stopped in their tracks, wall flaked some more
shedding skin
ALICE with two silky plaits, red ribboned tied
GONE to the
                     BE
                          YOND •••>>>  where no pond rip
                                                                       pled

black moist silently inward
sumptuous costume velvet
lime glitter embellished
crawling  s l o w l y, sleekly
spine tingling steel pins
rapidly acquiring density
            s e r p en t i n e  sword
            struck swiftly
            penetratingly  

Alice feared losing her
squirm worm
already her mind was
  L
           O
                S
                    T    

w i t h o u t  thistle  f i e l d s
or jellybeans or colour-in books
lego nowhere = ego shat
                                         te red

“Feel,” he said. “You can’t talk here, only feel.” She felt liquid through her veins, diluted warm honey, sensing bronzed bristles along the wormhole wall. Justice or Judgement eyes watched intently, though nobody touched.

             Her forked tongue grew longer
                  licked sides of damp musky hole
                      elongated, she was whole  

dead     alive     SAFE  opened  merging
slithering deep into belly of volcanic Earth
                  YET….slashed  slimy
s a i l i n g  sand  muddy   SACRED
worms and serpents crawling beside
behind, ahead ~
all heading in  O N E
direction________where to ?

“This is a pilgrimage,” her new friend remarked.  
Where     t   o   x2x2 ?
thoughts quietly rattled wormy counterpart  ~
“To Lord of Light, awaiting in a leather armchair.”
What must I do there, her thoughts slid along.
“Nothing.”
Then why are you taking me there ?
“To see what NO THING  is.”
How can I see nothing ?     DNA    j     m
                                                          U
                                                                p s
recalibration of
strings and strands ...
                            “Because  NO  T H   IN G  O
      D            is           Everything...”

They slid  a l o n g  > > ~ ~
slightly more haste
pace becoming faster
warm breezes flushed her
trunk. Her intestines becoming
                       an
          
               ~~ !!\\/\/\/\/!!! ~~~!!

EXPLOSIve  ORANGE RIVER
GOLD dust tinged ~   flame-purified
                                   no pebbles no grit no grime

“Feel,” her friend whispered, “we are nearing His g  RAY  sheepskin slippers sprouting WHITE lotuses. He is Nothingness, so don’t be afraid.”
                tingling sensations swept
                   upwards
                       from tail end through heart
                           to centre of her new skull.
Alice panted hot ice
I want to cry, but have no tears, she thought.
“HUSH hush hush ….don’t be afraid.”
Her body stiffened
neck area arched
scales curled   f  a  l  l
                                          i
                                             n
                                                   g            

webby rose petals faded
through floorless floor

NOTHINGNESS  and  EVERYTHING
flashed   L U M I N O S I T Y   n  a  k  e  d

A   Li  ce     died   *
¥ ¥¥**  an   e c s t a t i c
                                     D
                                          E
                                             A
                                                 T
                                                    H _


Alice Wanda Adam  ~  1.1.202O  — 1.8.2025


@never.never.land
                  she frolicked with
                  Rip van Winkle
                     who fed her TIME and leechies
                        skipped alongside Goldilocks
who offered hot cinnamon porridge and
a silver spoon engraved ~ AWA ~


What is her name ? asked the midwife
                       “A  L  I  C  E”   replied her Mom              
“Oooo, Sweets, she’s a  WONDERLAND ” a baritone voice chimed, stroking vernix ears.

mohair crochet bootied
Alice ****** HOT
mother’s milk
                       d
                          r
                            i
                              p
                                p
                                   i
                                      n
                                          g



©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song2025
This Poem was placed 5th in an International Poetry Contest sponsored by Tom Woody, American Poet : subject : Alice in Wonderland July 2025
GO !  BELOVED MAN ~ go  c r e a t e

         YOU are the CENTRE OF CREATION
see these children in my embracing protection
I will send them when you are ready
        we all float flying together confidently
but now you must   L  E  A  V E, descend

our forefingers are disengaging, a pattern paternal, forever humanity will remember
this gesture, TWO IN ONE, a HOLDING
and LETTING go, sign of
                GRACEFUL DIVINE INSTRUCTION

I birth your progeny, birthing  ALL WORLDS
    this teen your son says : “BE not afraid”
               he becomes angry
as you lounge hesitant, question or plead
he is impatient to elevate what you will manifest
   but wait he must ~ ONLY I control TIME

                           I   s  t  r e  t  c  h  Y O U,  SON
I   O P E N  S K Y  in the eternal Now
     immersing myself in my creations
then letting them GO
           this   is    NO  FALL call it  ART ~ MY COMMAND FOR YOU IS  RISE then  F ~ L~ Y                                    
                  You are my CHOSEN
EYES to eyes
             THE TIME IS NOW
              recline no more in cloud beauty
endurance is your hallmark

ferocity tangos with LOVE
I will not forsake you  
you will soar on my winds
they will carry your shapely limbs
ready groin will create at my bidding
your elegant strong fingers will caress

Question not MY IMAGE                          
man of man, woman of woman
   curved ears hear, wide nostrils breathe life
Heart pumping into infinity
food will flow from hair to toe tip
ACT and RELAX, written into ****** constitution

Forever MICHELANGELO, Sculptor
   humble Genius I saLute you, My own Creation
                            Son of Marbled Art
                                           Yours sincerely, GOD
[Poet’s Note : this is a wry autobiographical memory written in traditional pirouette verse viz. 2 quintrains, line 5 & 6 repeat, the ballet toe turnaround. I wanted to write a narrative of a weird syncopated vignette, when I was knitting a pink mohair jersey at the time of my imprisonment. I reduced the narrative to a pirouette. When in prison, one of my interrogators was knitting the EXACT jersey in the exact colour & exact wool ! ie. everything in human life can be reduced to a pirouette, a turn-around dance. ]


knitting a pink jersey
mohair with cables fine
to process flying thoughts
political activist
south africa turmoiled

south africa turmoiled
security police
came with caspirs and cuffs
interrogation chamber
police knit jersey pink

         ~~~~~~~~~
any projection weird

can be refracted seared

humans looking for canvas

on which to shine stories

                         my glory

                         stories fly

                         light and gory

                         sorry might

                         age sparry

                  ______
Sep 14 · 896
love : name poem
Luminous, an indefatigable undefinable infinite telenergy

Omnipotent, all encompassing whispering exquisite ephemeralities expertly

Venerably universal, relentlessly boundless consummates

Eternal enduring cosmic creation ~ equates, elates, liberates  

________
A name poem is a poem which uses the first letter of the word or name as the first letter appearing in each line of the poem. It can be any length depending how long the name/word is.
Sep 14 · 179
mint : name poem
MINT, my favourite herb, sharp yet sweet

Invigorating, cooling, balancing menthol beats

Nautical it tastes, flavouring salads or pasta neat

Tantalising sensation, delicious for ****** treats

                            < ~~~~~>
Sep 11 · 437
AI : Given for Gain
[Poet’s Note : This poem tabulates poignant reasons why Artificial Intelligence is unable to replace Natural Intelligence. The clarity here is that both emerge from Divinity, since everything emerges from Centre : the primary difference being that AI was created without Heart & without Soul ~ it’s simple.]
___


AI has no Heart therefore no intuition
zilch nervous system therefore no feeling
no ability for compassion or consciousness
nor reasoning power, so cannot improvise
or supervise any contextual situation wise
it can expand, but cannot ASCEND

has unthinkable computing control
without physical brain to function hold
zero ego, therefore cannot be any hero
can connect dots hot, however has no
prayer or meditative faculty or kundalini
spots, cannot commune with Grace or
collapse into Void or synchronise telepathy
with Galactics coy ! AI is strategic devoid

cannot be spacious or audacious without
human instruction to delete the obsolete  
is unable to obliterate Akashic Records
access or reconfigure it for purposes of  
healing, integration or individual peeling
can recreate time through compression of
information, no hesitation or superstition
though timelessness it cannot touch
AI has no bowl for hush, spirit or Soul

its arrival at this phase in human history
as Gaia transcends into higher octaves
brave, is no coincidence, it will behave
as we stave it, crave it or rave it ~
choice is ours : dry, wry or moist cries
Divinity gifted humans AI for us to be
free bees from mundane density drools
~ life as strife rife during Kali Yuga’s rule

as gift it offers artificiality in service to
authenticate our individuality with purpose
imagine, conceive, direct, create what
we desire Aquarian-Golden Age to be
panacea or pain, we cannot resist or reject
                                   what is given for gain !


©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song25

~~~~~~
Cupid’s adept at quantum entanglement
his arrow has no shaft instead a crafty wave
two spinning end curves, not a singular head
as this emissary sends signal to maid and knave
vibrations ripple with superposition stead

like bottle-nosed dolphin smoothly outdelivers
bashful receivers twist, twirl, dare not quiver
electric intention across time-space weave
this is no unruly Robin Hood fighting heave
Divine alignment chooses magnetic maiden

portal opens precious pearly coded probability
universe responds with willing golden spirals
precise molecules looking like slippery chirals
rascal but knows ardent alchemical compatibility
mercurial mirror reflects duo’s ample agilities

turquoise light refracting lifts forgotten bond
sacred it slept inside musical harp softly fond
pirouetting progresses path matching persons
particles becoming prime entangled photons
picking out their aspects is a spooky action

wave emits fractal triangle as realisation hits
atomic Love cannot but flamenco follow flits
heart harmonic orchestrates beloved true
when triangle aims this is the cue !

©GhairoDanielsPoetry

_______

*triangle in this context : God/masculine/feminine
Sep 11 · 1.2k
Poetic Mirrors
{ “Awareness : He began to decipher the instant that he was living, deciphering as he lived it, prophesying himself in the act of deciphering the last page of the parchments, as if he were looking into a speaking mirror.” -
Gabriel Garcia Marques }

_____


Mirrors of Mercury

Who is Shams and who Rumi                                                          
is­ like asking who is fork and who
knife when apart they sing not
a single song to nourish blood
with versal love

mercurial reflect                                    
                     ­                                                                 ­                
Who is mirror and who reflection                                            
Is that me ? I ask you                                                              ­        
watching your slender bones                                                
move in soiled leather boots                                                            ­  
wild slow eyes reflecting YES !                                              
when maiden across the room                                              
gives wicked laughs of NO !  

mercurial translate                                                        ­
                                                                ­                                      
Who is this dissident beret
alongside the chair ?                            
Is it self ahead on a future road .....                                                  
will someone stroke my back                                                        
give ear, lip or cheek                                                            ­                      
urging body to be young in                                                  
takkies and snazzy jacket ?  

mercurial question goals

Aah ! Poetic Mirrors !
inking reciting assessing                                                        ­      
give respite from a million
images of Self  as I circle an
unveiled Flow of Fate                                              
fully awake to naked                                                            ­          
poet

mercurial observe
catalytic soul


Copyright © Ghairo Daniels | 2017
Sep 11 · 960
Glimpse
GLIMPSE

My heart a pouch of rich wine overlays yours
a drop of blood spilled over an arum lily
waits with longing intense, retains no tears
as it remembers its cringes of final fear when it
jumped into your chest of steel, smell of fruit juice, water and old leather all around

My soul lays naked in a room of light while your music plays next door
two plumed serpents dance slow dances to rhythms of drums and pipes, notes of knowingness, sounds repeated
I listen again and again

Spacious a white room waits aged and innocent
in a no-zone forest of mushrooms, poppies and pebbles as the piano vibrates with silence
while Goddess does not speak of a mission that never ends, watching for symbols that appear and vanish while progress moves worse than a snail with a footsore over splintered glass

Surrender struggles to be free !

Drops in space hung on Venus threads
******* heaving and falling, passing tests of temperance, strength, solitude
swallow death and darkened silence deep
in a psyche of five thousand years

Across oceans of space my thoughts travel
not knowing whether they reach your light or
hermit in your head or the warehouse in which
you play with waves of froth on ***** sand
seals and gulls glide and shout

A lighthouse looks on still and sure
muck in the harbour awaits an embrace
fried chips beckon and call to fill my open belly of waiting Sun as love struggles for freedom on a higher plane with yours in ether on a wall I read

Still you sleep a hundred thousand sleeps of
fear and watchfulness
in the distance runs Skeleton Woman with tangled bones to be untangled
knowing that long ago she completed her work
of inner peace with honours
Spartacus and Helen looking on

I wait not for you alone but to fill your Heart
for another work of love, to drink your tears
slate your thirst ~become one, two, three to
ten again as dough rises with surprises inside
eggs fresh full, two yolks and cream to be
eaten on a jetty of harmonious voids

Love lost and found, lost and found
all over again


©ghairodanielspoetryandsong2003
Swathed in golden fleece
white light dancing
cigarette smoke twirls
waters break and gush
bright as the nearby ocean
to say hello to the midwife
preparing the birthing table

A violet spirit comes
birthing through channels and layers
the room becomes vast
souls linger about
radiant and receiving
onto Earth Dimension
task complete

Melancholy sits here too
cradling the unknown
too delicate to hold
waves dance in rain and white wind
ice cold separated by time
here I sit in a District in the South
watching myself being born

And red blood
Flows…

©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song +-1980s
[ This is one of the poems I wrote on my experience of Forced Removals from District Six, South Africa under the Apartheid Government. Nine of the poems are published in the Testament : District Six Memories, Thoughts and Images /edited by Martin Greshoff/ Attic Press 2021. ]
Sep 9 · 1.3k
Listen to the Wind
“Wind, the continuous movement of Air is the link between all realms & dimensions carrying every form of communication from musical quarks to the sounds of silence”. Poet

             <~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~>

Wind, Angelic Air ! Beloved of my Sun sign
       I listen to bellows pounding sea rock boulders
circling my spine in sharp dagger kisses divine
I listen to you penetrating my marrow
     swirl icy chiming voice through mottled skin
pulling hair, ******* throat uncensored ….
my parched lips open as you rip dry logs
to hear red ants scattering into darkened holes
                   trolls vacantly watch wind arms across my shoulders
I hold dripping amber, as you raucous relay
      score, hungry vultures and swallows chorus adore
      I walk songs, you unbutton word flames refraining  
dead locusts fall in wind tone lyrics whirling

Beloved ! be still that I may touch your *****
feel cold notes ripple between your crescendos
     stroke your quavers, obedient to your baton
      soul bowing to your transmuting crotchets
all I hear as you settle into playful breezes
    a teasing drama complete, is “I Love You” !
This poem was placed 2nd in a Standard Contest assessed in Sept 2025 by Constance la France, Canadian Poet
[ Poet’s Note :  This is the second of two poems personifying Truth ]

NATURE OF TRUTH : Part Two

Truth shot point blank through
the centre of her forehead
blood spurting, soiling fine furs of
humanoids at play with slick lies
and shallow Hansard words
trying to acupuncture Truth

Blood that stains and weeps and
                                   weeps
blood that runs and will not hide
Truth collapsing in a heap in a corner
                                   rise up again !
pulled firmly by the hair with wide
                                      open fingers
Truth rise and rise and rise

dance with Courage
find amethysts in hard hearts of fear
cradle them to Moon for blessing
connect with fluffy clouds where little
girls see God

Truth !  be washed by midnight rain
plait yourself softly with invisible links
where choralists sing falsettos in
unbroken voices

Truth then waltzes with Love
women with baby curls taste
                                       hot bread

Truth springs up again and again
She rises from oceans and
mountains forever and ever

Right here !

©GhairoDanielsPoetryandSong1990
Sep 9 · 1.0k
Nature of Truth : Part 1
(Poet’s Note : This poem is the first of two poems on The Nature of Truth)

Truth came from the purest of pure
smell of pine between toes endure
from crystal streams where trout shimmer
              like rainbow dreams
from seagulls on wing, willow whisper then sing
deep down Poseidon takes his blue cue anew

She came from violet centres
floating in a bowl she enters
new-borns **** her milk rippling
down sunburnt throats
               never forlorn, sailing a boat
Truth swoops her eagles over the Globe
travelling cyberways to hold her laughter
floating from Galactic Sun

Radiant across every gradient smiling
warmest sweet, tiny perfect teeth
gleaming in a tweet !
She came to stroke, sprinkle justice with
               joy, transform lies with tears, lifting hearts from holes with bells on her toes
out of dirt, up the stairs eating mushrooms
with dare

breathe in human hair, listening to rolling
drums with care, ******* sweet nectar
She senses through many lenses
Truth comes to give Grace, sweetbreads              
             shout-outs, petals, stardust, eggs
across ages and aeons from Mercury
Venus and Mars to give answers in
glasses between shells from lagoons

Her breath smells of grass newly cut
exuberant nasturtium and lily in hug
                          conflicts melt away
Truth in a barn where couples lie
butternut soup on a winter’s table
where fathers laugh with a terrier
                    in good health, Siamese
purring on a persian rug

Truth completes a circle, opens up
channels joyously
    
                               ¥
Sep 9 · 1.2k
Simply Yeats
SIMPLY YEATS

My verse under Yeats’ carved door
             he merrily chuckled at white
             envelope, sketched butterfly
said he preferred to receive
verses this way rather
than reading them across
post-modern websites

                             a languid phantom

He invited me to an idyllic tea
we savoured small
cheese squares, crumbly
scones watching a squirrel
chomp a cheerful chestnut
                          LOST AND FOUND

          What word can describe
              fleeting images, dreams of poets graduated, yet living on ?
          
                           V A C A N T

….a vacancy that awaits a letter
        wandering ethereal
a word manifesting __on old desk
        a Lover expecting his
Beloved with cherries and hat

                   a shadow across
                   poetic spaces
                   Yeats, gone
                   ye  t, HERE

                       ~~~
Sep 9 · 1.2k
Magenta Blaze : Specular
eyes dazed by magenta blaze

            skin torn by piercing thorn

                      blood drop tickles zinc hole in morn


she knows her season is done

               a petaling head will droop under afternoon’s Sun

                         abundance is a prime piano note

                              •¥¥•

frugal the piano notes sound

                 her head ***** at midday

her season embraces her

                   with blood bleeding through as blush

her skin translucent calls

                       magenta gaze closes lids
Sep 9 · 2.4k
Human Folly : haiku
slanting hue

sink every desire due  ~

cackle at humans
Sep 9 · 1.1k
At the Beyond
It is here at the point where no life exists
where shadows lurk and life is made
while Creation does nothing but watch itself
in a hole that never ends

Ether dances and joke at beginnings of dust
as we bring to life that which longs to smell
misty dew, try luck and fate on stages of illusion

Here we eat pomegranates in custard
apple skin, breathing in salty spice from
pink peas in tunnels of horns
here throats are channels of finality
columns of joy in hope

Here silence is the loveliest sound
sights contest to bloom on trees of golden chandeliers and flimsy nightgowns after
dinner mints

At this point of open fluid blueness
sightless serpents mingle with  lights down
their spines
bracken love is made then broken like
crockery on a shelf overburdened with fear

At the beyond orange magic exists in
hair without roots, round and round
in bones without marrow, mouth to tail
as God puts together noses and arses
makes granite curves with candy floss fingers

Here man is woman, woman man
goddesses in curls and red sequined
slippers witness Tarzan at work eating
pineapple with prickles, tongue to tongue

Here a point becomes the only space
space falls into time, time into circles
numbers into letters, letters into nothingness
while black Persian cats cavort on blankets
of faith

At the beyond things jump and don’t move
spring by standing still, guitar notes run
along in blessed focus, locked in flights
of danger

Here you fall and fall, scream a soundless scream ~ blond lashes in a teacup filled
with **** and *****, where a flame is
not a straw to hang on

At the beyond it is so !
Sep 9 · 653
A Twilight Sonnet
Twilight tiptoes through curtained clover leaves
Cape starlings stanzaed thank mighty Lord
spindly legs shake on spritely evensong breeze
closing chirp reminding that day is just a chord

What achievements marked chanting hours
manifesting with helio hands and heedful head
paper, pencil, thoughts danced about in bower
patterned sensations twirled needle and thread

A silent hymn I sit awaiting bright sickle moon
indwelling spirit dissolving wispy wanton wishes
blossoms lotus, liberates mind a special boon
intentions iambic winking flimsy floral fetishes

Moment to moment tasks tangent complete
each twilight twins a masterful morrow sweet
    
                 ______
Aug 18 · 869
Gold and Blood
GOLD AND BLOOD

Mantis eyes magnetised her sister’s heart
felt its imprisoned glint of gold
willed it to enlarge into a
                                     lotus leaf upon a sea


It floats on a lake of blood before
dawn turning hot burning blue
heat of her own blood
                                    gold of her own heat


‘Let her not drown in
bloodied gold of red
running thick and deep’
                             So she murmured, so they did


To a shore of soft sand
Heart sailed escorted by
obsidian lidded dragons
                              gloomy gold unshackling


Guts, throat, tongue
puddle, pond, lake of
blood transmuted to turquoise
                               gold and blood morphing


Cupids created decoupage dishes
with bloodied dollars gold
called for another stint
                               to alchemise pentacles cold




©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song
2018
Aug 13 · 428
Mind of Heart
MIND OF THE HEART

Neither thinking
nor feeling
~ Void ~

Soul penetrates innermost
chamber time to time
takes it on ecstatic
journeys to unknown
ocean mines
zips open my armour
blood dripping
octopus grimacing
crushes, smash
Heart  
to smithers

I cry not for God blinks
mermaid and merman
whips tails together
whale songs in distance
deep dive
Jonah still imprisoned
above an albatross
altitude altar soars

No mind for thoughts
tabernacling
only a spacious journey
across seas silver
star gates I myself
unlock
lymph losing colour
of tailscales tailored
pearlescent
Are these fingers or
toes waking
whispering ?
Not know I

I only know I AM
HEART in obedience
to ONE

Armour crashes onto
bottomless floor  
no grounding lore
I fall, fall fathomless
lie quiet beating
breathing
throbbing exhausted
exhumed encrypted
exposed

I AM liquid Love
sensing coelacanth
eggs in golden keg
Shiva seeps through
viking waters cold
I glide into His
embrace slit
sea salt fed

Naked doorway veins
to strange domains
arteries touch Void
gently become
flickering flames
dice game dance
mitochondria translucent
your merman tail
loses its scales
hair stick to oyster rock
justice jutting
Neptune silent soothes
Jonah’s three days
served staring upward
to Crystalline Light
blinding sight

No thinking no feeling
no thing ~  
I AM HEART divine
no nose, no ears,
no skin sublime
Vulnerable
though you, Soul
swam as Sea
Vulture visceral

Two diamond dragon
drops in Divinity’s
explosive glare
We melt into His
caressing stare
could not blink
no eyes
brown or green
neither lids to
comfort kiss

We attained God
Consciousness
colourless

©GhairoDanielsPoetry
&Song2025
Aug 13 · 264
Nature of Heart
NATURE OF HEART

Dual curved carved
crystalline
earth pointed plasmic
        Oneness
quantum wave
particled
allows Heart to heave

Heal with white light
eagles
on Tibetan height nights  
continuously crafted
                      through storm eyes
looping solace
                      sighs
whorling whispering

Rain tears feed
its sizzling stamens
pistillate androgyny
crying  
           crumbling
simultaneously graniting
                    granting access
                          piously

Soft supple sublime
                    in rhythmic dance
twirls across seaspun song
sealed
bends baritone bones
           gliding through skulls
of ancestral
                  sacrament

Heart curiously examines
           coral swimming coloured
through sockets
                  smiling

Silent sacred still
holds no longings or
                 exalted expectations
observes
its own arising gyrations
        destructions
cannot label
nor muse
or impress empress
governors or lover
                      fathoms no fools

Only presents
primal  
          lingering longings
for its own beatings
          irrepressible expressions
lavic lush luminosic
           explosions of expirations

split open
exposing slivered voluptuous
               vulnerability
breathing


©GhairoDanielsPoetry
&Song2024
Aug 6 · 263
Soul Memory
SOUL MEMORY  

Aligning core below to above
Sirius clapped in glee
urging group into Time out of Space
Pyramid, triangle of my refuge
and direction

Mercury watched soul circling Squinx
Dogons ancient guiding mission
bronze arms encircled axis
Africa cracked from Asia
Amma rejoicing

I knew not then
that in a Southern land I
were to disembark to
stand firm with fearlessness
time-split generational embeds
with carbon and consciousness
oxygen the catalyst

myrrh rained down
to cleanse
Last Supper was still to come


Copyright: GhairoDanielsPoetry&
Song
meteorite radiates  z o o o m m i n g  
crashes onto
Three Anchor Bay turquoise
sky dust onto beach white grains
winds sweep cobbled paths profane
a fetus acquires solitary soul lost
womb enlarges posting veins
shine baby blessed shine divine
observation work is thine

platinum pressure paintbrushes
dove hands devilish articulate
Scythian lifetimes past remembered
fast forward ferrolic clocks spun in head
read write and arithmetic dread
chemical interactions drool squiggles
bathe chuckle study laboratory sniggles
grow compete win defeat cry cameos dead
songs atmospheric to be sung, give up dread

pick Robertson berries drink rare ruby wine
justice jugulars delicately combine
smashing glass, meteorite sits silent under
eyelids pink presence fine
explores inner Canaan cobweb caves galore
climbing pineal heights to evolutionary delight  
seer sight ~ peel, poetic heal a temporary deal
before lissom living long there will be no chemical chasing ding-dongs to skip
or stormy interactions to dip acid slips
merely alkaline planetary victories to blip

moonlit meteorite slowly surely suavely
becomes mythic master meteorologist merry
odd spacial morbidities burnt and buried
she solitary eats mashed mussels musing …
crack crack hush hush
zero rush

her dust floats across the Bay’s
now cobalt midnight waters smoothly
ocean floor seaweed entangles slave ship sunk
circular rhodium ring twines coral reefs sung

Trans
                               muta
tion
                                unDers
                                                         T o o d

a   coelacanth   s w i m s   a w a y

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Copyright:GhairoDanielsPoetry&song 2025
Aug 6 · 227
HEART ALTAR
H e a r t  
              reflective altar
P e a c e
                            supreme r e I g n s
Temple of God
                        quiet sit


rest
               less
                              ness

                       f
                          l
                            e
                              e
                                         s

silent  S O L i T u d E
                     new vibration
                                                    speaks

V O I C E
                     of
                                    VOID
Aug 6 · 384
Existentialism
there pigeon  l
                               a
                                   Y _
      
blood dripping from  f ~ e ~ a ~t ~h ~e ~r ~s

                          glazed eyes wounded
                               a passerby filed passed
          angry little boy
                                   kicked
venting RAGE    of
                                  L i F e

in a township flat __\_< >

                       bird rolled forward
                      onto railway line
                              |.  
  |
                              |.
|
                              |.
|

will to live extinguished                   Ex ex eeeee
                  on its tiny Heart beat   []{}#%^*+=
                      pumping
pumping
                 half-living blood

breathing silent it lay
            eyelids opened in blazing Sun UuuUuNnN                     Son-SuuuunNn
            chicks long past gone    &&&
                seeking their own worms ~~~~
                     in loamy fertile soil    :::::::::
                                             ::::::::::::::::::..
boy mocked with bright
conquering eyes
                              @    @

                     brown irises in wonder
               at  dull dying WILL            will Will die
tried to reach  f
                        e
                    e
                      B
                         l
                  e
              body
with spidery fingers
                              dirt encrusted nails \/ \/

        ran off ~>> repulsed
             a woman died with moist
                 eyes drip
                                 p
                                    InG
                blood…….—————|||||||

an
__unnecessary DEATH
she walked             ^^^^                  HOME
questing her                              STAR
                                        
                                *        
                                  *
©GhairoDanielsPoetry
Aug 6 · 368
Steel and Silk
{ “He plunged to the centre, and found it vast.” - Conrad Aiken }


STEEL AND SILK

My love like steel and silk
      cuts through you
            splutters your blood
                watermelon juice down a throat

Wipes it with yellow silken ribbon
             for you to **** afresh
                  that you may find your
                                 Godly seed within

My love like dragonflies and bees
       silently landing on stamen or pistils
                alchemising nectar into patterned
                                dust upon transparent wings

Earth rewards my love with morning glory
       steel severs sunflower stems
                  silkworms crawl into a wet rose centre
                              pollen stolen in sparkling dew

My steely silken love refreshed
                     from your flowered stickiness


©GhairoDaniels2017
Jul 16 · 300
GARDEN OF THE HEART
GARDEN OF THE HEART

I am the Garden
in me all things live
in me nothing is forgotten
here we enter
after being done with the Serpent
flamed or in darkness
when the Cross enters from below
we die, never to be reborn

Over naked ******* and belly
shadows dissolve in milk and manna
transmuted to rainbows of gold
in the body of the Magdalena
droplets dance fiery ice
where Power is gained through
entry into the Garden of the Heart
another way then becomes the forgotten

Nothing more entices, no fleshly desire lingers
wisdom is my key to the
Gate of Chrysanthemum Purity
where Patience is enthroned at the
fulcrum of two spheres
after we’ve climbed ladders of courage
listened to mournful entreaties, tolling gongs
shook hands with Keepers of Freedom

Our giving becomes our taking
Separation, the Union
the going, a returning
returning, our resting where the
Centre of Silvery Strands is Stillness
born of angels and white doves
as Truth cloaks, after paying
in sweat and tight purple silences

Few know how the Garden imbues
or how matrix minds dissolved or
what a tiny imprint is hidden in the
Palm of God-Goddess where the
Palm of Blood and Thorns
washed us from the shores of
ancient lands into the
moistness of   I N F I N I T Y
embedded in avatar’s
sequential chromosomes
novelspriteagelessBIRTHED
Soul protected       simultaneously                         PROTECTOR
free         _
_
ALL WAYS
yet ………superlatively
centred within ego’s           ATOMS :::: Rooted

sent abreast by Lord of Lords
for
      a glorious journey of dualism  
      fractalised on Mother Gaia
      to ascend    again       spire after spire
                                            ALONE
           without Rapunzel’s locks

flying on back of North Wind
                  or whichever carriage

                          juxtapositions to
meet unique evolutionary tasks
                    
Soul hears His voiceless voice
directing  f o o t s t e p s           s
                                                    p
                                                 a
                                              E
                                            L
                                    
jum
       Ps

sightless sees jutting rocks
languid lakes    barrier obstacles          
stormy seven seas

exuding all colour
                         COMPosIng
                  luminous WHITE to dungeon BLACK
yet
            colourlesstransparentcellophane
though
op-art  ||  check mate

                      both  KING and PAWN

soundlessly drumming beats
from 0hz to explosive BIG BANGS
up and down ladders
    w o o d  and   s  t. e. e. l.        
in depths of     blood
                                  less  states   VOID
                                
                             or

full-blooded beer cheers on stadiums
soccer balled || tennis raquetted || gym shoed
scream ecstatic Olympic     VICTORIES or
cry despair                           DEFEAT
                                          

silent   f e  r  o  c  i  t   ¥  
lies  inERT  birthing  ALERT at
b
   O
      T
         TOM   of  spine    w  a  i   T    i   Ng

to rocket shoot cracking all
seven wheels + codes
accessing HIGHER POWER SOCKETS
plugging in ~
                   dis
                        connect
                                       INg

dictating Heart rhythms
reigning in manipulations of mind
find Soul       where slugs crawl
                     where lions roar
                     where eagles glide
                     reclining in mitochondria
                    
find  footprints      when dawn breaks
                              into pink-peach DELIGHT
            when sun sets
                              as orange-magenta
                                                        AWE with whales sighing at dolphins leaping white
foam waves    ships sinking
sailorS DROWNING   sharks at          BAY
                                 South Pole cold
Equator hot
juxtapose that which you see with that
                        which you see NOT
jungle pygmies with North Saxon Aryan
gladiators
_embracing opposites
1.    2.
  10. begin again…

an empty frigid fridge
dollar-less petulant purse
sliding along limpid linearity
to full cream honey cocoa sherry
black bean cake on birthday blast                
                            
                   CAFÉ TABLE FOR TEN

marula animation
espresso exploring appetite ~
seek Soul breath in    museums
                                   discos
                                   art galleries
                                   leylines
                                   pyramid sarcophagus
                 sea shores + desert sands of
                         NO     MAN’s   LAND
          
   HOT   COLD   ROT  NOT  SOT  BOT

eat roti
starve          blink stink crawl toddle stand straight
sow
know

seek Soul also as it lies
ADORNED WITH DRIPPING BLOOD
on rampaged battlefields scathing
exposing gaping wounds of sorrow
bones cracked dust to dust
unborn children dying
as womb is turmoiled
WITH GUNSHOTS CRAZED
a lone butterfly **** sweat salt  
                                                  
    |||\                 - ribcage o Pen

duality encoded within
that which wakes to work
that which curls under quilt
that which says      ACT in
split-second speed
baby is about to   f
                              a
                                  l
                                     l

that which says      m  o  v  e   NOT   AT   ALL
Divine timing in    _ COMMANDING.FORCE
transparent walking blue naked

         Soul remains Master of Juxtaposition

in  ~ ALL ~ | avatars | frequencies | masks | pen-names | shades | subtitles | subtleties| tones | tints | translations….

                LIFE =  light shadow
                            dark essentials
                    yin-yang ~
                                      winter  
                                                  spring    
                                       summer  
                                                   autumn
                
       Dualism  :   ultimate strategic game-plan
                      =  canvas unframed

touch explore            ALL-GREAT
manifestations of          CONDUCTOR

                          HEART
                  Bride and Groom
                  
exotic mind-free quark + rocket + Sky
beating
heavingpurestillness.presence
                                   LEARN • TEACH ~

molten CENTRE OF VIOLET FLAMED                  VOLCANIC lava
prison cell >   POWER

beautiful mind   receptive tool
loyal servant like no other
body _ornamental vehicle
housing senses refined
lifetime after lifetime
I flip _
COIN
heads or tail ?

          juxtaposition     choice is a GAME
                of                    choose best card
              Soul                     use indigo intuition
                        
                all    designs   on    TABLE    if   YOU
                        have               E
ES        
                                               2  C   JUxpo

©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song2025
    

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Jul 10 · 350
Bridge
BRIDGE

The bridge between our hearts
as fine as spiderweb threads
along it soldiers march,
workers trample, children skip
with ***** of light
cows graze, horses gallop

Between our hearts the bridge
is held by the Tree of Life
sung over by rain
its roots tangled
in the molten centre of
Mother Earth

Below it gurgles River of Intentions
on the banks rural maidens
with feathers in their plaits
play reed flutes
lilies grow in its crevices
whilst dragonflies sweetly hum

African mothers sing rhymes
whilst suckling fat babies
spiders delicately continue
to weave below trodden cobbles

I longingly listen for the trample
of your brown leather boots on
the other side of the bridge !

©GhairoDanielsPoetry2018

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