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 Jul 2016 Amelia
Aztec Warrior
Love Maven**

In the moonlight of heaven
I see you floating
on notes of no beginning,
no end.
Taking that farm boy’s arm,
going where your feet just wanna go,
going to some ‘natural fun’...
                                                  

Thinking of a life lost
in tones of forest green
and what could have been,
I know what it means
to get down, get down
where there is a lively funky sound.
‘Ipsimama’, ‘ipsimama’.
                                                          

Time, in all dimensions
doesn’t recognize the ‘genius of love
or its love maven.
It just tick tocks,
tick tocks until
‘hiditihi, hipitiho’
‘bohannon’, bohannon’,
the music stops!

Aztec Warrior/redzone 5.30.16
.... thanks for reading..
this poem was written for a good friend at another poetry site, so I hope you all like it as well... enjoy the music link: "Genius of Love"

https://youtu.be/uwYGAOCgtks
 Jul 2016 Amelia
Aris
Gusto kong tumula ng hindi patungkol sayo.
Gusto ko namang aliwin ang makata na nasa loob ko.
Dahil pagod na ako.
Pagod na pagod na akong habulin ka gamit ang aking panulat at mga salita.
Pagod na akong ipaunawa sayo kung ano nga ba ang kahulugan ng "Mahal kita"
Mahal kita hindi dahil mahal mo ako.
Na ang mahal kita ay hindi isang katanungan na dapat ay sinasagot.
Na pag sinabi kong mahal kita,
mahal kita at yun na yun.

Kaya gusto ko munang bumalik sa umpisa.
Kung saan, mahal ko lahat ng nasa paligid.
Mahal ko ang mga ibon na nasa himpapawid.
Mahal ko ang puno na nagbibigay sakin ng lilim.
Mahal ko ang kalangitan at
ang ganda nito ay sadyang kaibig-ibig.

Dahil nung dumating ka,
huminto ang pag ikot ng mundo ko. Ikaw ang sistemang kumain sa buong pagkatao ko.
Binulag mo ako.
Wala akong makita.
Nabingi ako.
Hindi ako makarinig.
Akala ko tama lang ito,
na ganito ang pakiramdam ng pag ibig.
Nakakaadik. Nakakabaliw.
Ikaw lang ang gusto ko.
Ikaw lang ang isusulat ko.
Tinuring kitang diyos.
Sinamba at pinaubaya sayo lahat.
Pero para sayo, hindi parin pala ito sapat.

Iba pala ang ibig sabihin ng pagmamahal mo.
Pahiram lang pala sakin lahat ng alaala mo.
Mahal mo ako dahil ayaw mo ng maiwan
Mahal mo ako sa kadahilang alam **** hindi kita sasaktan
Mahal mo ako dahil alam **** ibibigay ko lahat sa iyo
Na susungkitin ko ang mga tala sa kalangitan para magdulot ng ngiti sa labi mo
Na isusulat kita ng tula kung saan ikaw ay isang perpektong nilalang
-- Yun lang pala ang habol mo.

Kaya hindi, ito na ang huli
Ito na ang huling beses na mag aaksaya ako ng papel at tinta
Ito na ang huling beses na magiging parte ka ng aking mundo ko
-- at ng aking mga tula.
Kaya paalam na sa iyo, aking Ginoo.

Dahil aaliwin ko muna ang makatang nasa loob ko na pinatay mo.
 Jul 2016 Amelia
Denel Kessler
I stood flat-footed upon an eroding hill

Here the sweet peas, on tip-toe for a fight
With wing of coarsest black o'er delicate night
And spiteful fingers grasping at all beauty
To bind us all in deeds unworthy

Oh, toxic wind and fertile rain
Disperse the fragrance of this pain
In healing gardens root a seed
Sprout the bliss we sorely need

This tiny pulse of life we hold
Thrives in soil tilled with love
And tender vines create a bower
Of sweet pea tended, brought to flower


I stand bare foot on an erupting volcanic mount

Here the sweet peas, on tip toe for a flight
With wing of justice verity o’er delicate sight
And nails that compassionately snowball serenity
To bind us all with concord and altruism

Oh, acidic rain share the tears
Wash thy tainted eye-sight
Then crux us in the high-yield land
As we germinate to heaven’s height

The seed so robust and fertile
A shell encased with human forms
The greenness of reflected sextile
Oh Sweet pea, our mirrored storm



Inspired by a stanza from Keats' poem:

I stood tip-toe upon a little hill

Here are sweet peas, on tip-toe for a flight:
With wing of gentle flush o’er delicate white,
And taper fingers catching at all things,
To bind them all about with tiny rings."
I wrote the intro line and first three stanzas, Sassy J the second intro line and last three stanzas.  

It was truly a pleasure to work with Sassy J - master of flow and cosmic rhyme.  Her quick mind, sense of social justice, huge heart, and loving soul make her a must-read if you don't know her work already.  Thank you, my special "sweet pea", for suggesting the topic and wanting to work with me!

The sweet pea *(lathyrus odoratus)* derives its name from the Greek word lathyros *(pulse)* and the Latin word odoratus *(fragrant)*.
Sweet peas symbolize bliss or delicate pleasure, they are often given as a thank you.
 Apr 2016 Amelia
Corvus
So I drift into uneasy sleep to greet a woman
Of unquestionable beauty.
Dark eyes beckon me but I'm transfixed;
Her ethereal quality could stop ships.

The epitome of perfection, I need to meet the woman
That gives meaning to exhalation.
A calming voice tells me to come to her side,
So I awake and follow; her echo my guide.

But as I draw near, I struggle to see the woman
Now becoming so hazy.
Her aesthetic body is not as hypnotic;
She's fading and I cant stop it.

She continues to vanish and still I seek the woman
Who gives me the power I need.
The soft grass below me starts to die,
And the echo is now a primordial cry.

Now she is no more, and yet I need the woman
As I struggle to remain in sleep.
Suddenly I'm awake; my hands outstretched for her.
Funny how waking makes things blur.
Old poem, wrote it in 2009 or 2010, has a different style and layout than I usually write in.
 Apr 2016 Amelia
Lora Lee
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
mine)* and it wanders over
the slopes and valleys
of my own
wildernesses
I think of you
in plains and grasslands
sleekly wet in mountain curve
as you coolly crack the
earthly fissures
of my heart  quakes
inside
morning light
you transverse
your poetic speak
deep inside my night
your are always with me
in seeping pinpoints
of brightness
of gentle storms
you rock my dark to sleep
you are present
not obsessively
yet strongly
the way people describe
alcohol in veins
you regularly cut them
open, my heartstrings
you strum upon
their vibrations
like waves of calm
intoxication
lulling me
into gentle earthquake
pleasure and centered
breaths
leaving pieces rocking
throughout
my bloodflow back
up interspersed
between beats
i carry you
(that heart of yours)
in my heart
and I treasure
this residence
you have taken up
in my desert
blooms
faraway touch of lips
makes
pulse quiet
in soft booms
your voice soothing
storms
and you i like
sweetly in
my pulse
as seeds just
grow
i carry your heart
inside mine all day
your voice soothing
storms
my raging river
in your flow
Based on The National Poetry Month Prompt Number 25: write a poem that begins with a line from a another poem (not necessarily the first one), but then goes elsewhere with it.
This is from e.e.cummings ;ï carry your heart with me

and based on real feelings
 Apr 2016 Amelia
Amy Grindhouse
Little Scarlet Mouse Girl
and I
had very little cash
left from pay day
in my days as a
projectionist at the
cheap theatres
and her time at
a head shop
that didn't keep very good books
But it was enough to
buy a few cheeseburgers
before my shift
on Christmas morning
and Little Scarlet Mouse Girl
says muffled through
a huge bite
"Jack in the Box burgers
taste like ****"
and quickly adds
"Not that I would know".
She dropped me off and kissed me
as the snow flurries gathered around
our feet
and I had thought for sure
at that moment
this was the person I would spend my life
curled around
Regardless of the drugs
our tongues were acquainted with

— The End —