#conception
If I were before the judgement seat of God, this is what I would say:
"The conception of my kid,
at the time that it did,
was not intended,
but I'm glad that it did."
Jan 9, 2023
Jan 9, 2023 at 9:51 PM UTC
~
*scarlet wind sails
upon an ultrasounding wave,
postcards from tiny islands;
nebulous, indefinable, floating,
fresh as a field
of crackerjacks;
nodding happily
from minute one,
celebrating the mountains
and valleys of being alive
in excelsis; irresistible and impish
in its understated insinuations.*
~
Dec 12, 2022
Dec 12, 2022 at 12:08 PM UTC
There, deeply planted
by your finger mouth, the seed --
tickles in my soil.
Jun 23, 2022
Jun 23, 2022 at 2:36 AM UTC
In the days of seafaring yore, in a candied littoral time, my parents shared a love for wingsails; propelling their craft on the surface of gentle waters.
It was here my father navigated me into existence, by taking my mother for a long enchanted boat ride.
And like a hook and eye, they so clasped and rowed into the boundless deep. The tender rhythm of their waves stirring a rivulet that would come to be called me.
Floating in this colostrum bed underneath the heart's thicket, I settled to sleep; dreaming of cradle song and breastmilk.
My unborn hands and feet routinely practiced swimming toward the open shore; until that day when a familial voice called.
And there in the dilation of a growing current, I sprang forth; thirsting for their love from my very first cry.
Feb 24, 2022
Feb 24, 2022 at 7:15 PM UTC
~
*I cast my net
into the tributary
and release into you, a seasonal swim,
I give to you a mother's color,
as you recite
infant hymns,
you're a bleeder
on the days sunfire meters out its origin,
you're my river
free and clear from the grip
of anchorage,
my river,
drifted on to wherever
moon wishes glister*
~
Aug 19, 2021
Aug 19, 2021 at 3:09 PM UTC
YOU CAN
In learning there Abide teaching and in teaching, learning dwells.
Both the lecturers and schoolers has somewhat to teach the other.
Life's but a class.
Every persons you met has some lessons for you.
Never underestimate anyone. For everyone you're seeing is unique.
Most times people condone a torn book because it has no lid.
However it's contents could heal the world. Off his old age plagues.
Meanwhile a fancy backed book may likely destroy the earth.
Looks deceive. The most beautiful & valuable thangs in the universe are invisible.
You think the most valuable thing is material?
If so you're **** totally wrong, don't be fooled, never let
your head be used or brain washed.
True feeling,
True emotions inherit the earth.
Choose wisdom over everythang,
Where an all the rest Abode.
Elevation, no dream is too big to achieve,
No cliff or hill is too high to ascending.
You can!
Nothang is impossible but to say impossible.
It's impossible to say impossible.
Even the word
impossibility says I'M POSSIBILITY from the rear side.
You've got to change your conception and decisive reaction.
#c9_fm
Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 1:19 PM UTC
Let men burn stars out from innocuous lightyears pulled through the vortex
Like needle and thread, sown by centuries of sparked, graceful union
(Their strength and vigor found in the cross-stitching)
And ever gently unfolding like outer reach, like inner *****
In the garden of our senses, flowing with milk and honey, by means of forethought or afterglow
One thought of ecstasy, one thought of infinite parable taking new light to bed
The sacred beams bending to form a crescent, a lunula of utmost happiness
Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 10:41 AM UTC
Between the thunder and lightning/everything counts in lovely intervals/an entering into/and a pulling out/by the springboards of wordless echolalia/until the sky cracks open/and something new beyond us/begins to storm
Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 9:46 AM UTC
Okay honey
Let's spell pollinate
With a bit of math
Anther + stigma = fertilization
Let's pollinate for a spell
Under the quilt
Then over the river
And through the woods
Without any cover we go
Making babies in summertime
May we reap
What we sow
Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 8:55 PM UTC
WE ARE LIKE TREES
We are like trees. When a seed
of an oak tree is placed in earth
and given water, then light, the
life of that oak tree begins. When
a ***** enters an **** the life
of a human being begins; all
other arguments are specious.
Both need special care. Given
that care, the oak seed will sprout
from the earth and continue to
grow. The human embryo needs
nine months in the womb before
it will be put into a nursery. The oak
sprout will, most likely, need to
be in a nursery from its conception.
If cared for, both the tiny, tiny tree
and the tiny, tiny human being
will grow bigger. The key is care,
and the caring is love. Over years,
decades, both will grow larger and
stronger. Both will face illnesses,
and in the vast majority of cases,
will survive them. Trees will show
leaves, grow bark, provide shade
and beauty, even as they grow
their own seeds. Human beings
will learn more and more as they
grow older and older. Trees will
let robins and squirrels make
their homes in them. Human
beings will grow compassionate
and wise; many will shepherd in
new life to care for. Both will grow
old, but before they die, they will
look back on their lives and remem-
ber the love they themselves en-
joyed and shared with each other.
Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 1:09 AM UTC
I dreamt it snowed
Nectar and powdered sugar,
Dusting nature's lips.
I recall the kiss from her
Not-so-innocent curiosity,
Come-hither in her arched brow.
How the morning breeze
Grew wanton,
Lifting her nightdress,
Until naked she pirouetted about
The cloister garth.
I dreamt of flowering moonlight
And his potent stem,
Filling her
With stars and shivers,
As she burst, for goodness sake,
From all the little blissful parties
Drumming her garden wall.
I dreamt of fecundity
And funnel cakes,
Soft and sweet and round,
Her milk a spring,
Laden with gift of life.
Intuitive opaque areolae,
The shape of things to come,
The very ones from which
She'll nurse their young.
Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 6:52 PM UTC
Like a reflected shadow appearance and deception
is really this endless universe of God's conception.
____________________
Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 3:45 AM UTC
Lying, breathing, soaking in my lover
The afterglow illuminating the night.
Soft skin, smooth to touch, her belly freshly filled
Claimed to be the place where my child shall grow.
Fingers find their way around one another
Clutching to the new future ahead.
Jun 9, 2017
Jun 9, 2017 at 2:19 PM UTC
★ ✰ ✪ ★ ✰ ✪ ★ ✰ ✪
The Baby-Hole, her baby-hole!
Turn back before you lose your soul.
Those walls of pink, those gates of pearl
grant entrance to each boy and girl
who come through this organic portal:
newly-born and merely mortal.
Mystery to be dignified—
explored, adored, objectified:
the baby-hole’s expanding chasm,
promising celestial spasm,
is limned in deliquescent love
and fits the soul as hand in glove.
Beware her tantalizing pull
where poetry turns vaginal.
From depths profound, God can create
(where man would merely **********
hitting Mother Nature’s high note
as the gamete turns to zygote).
Semi-seconds’ spurting passion
years of living baby fashion.
After pleasure’s jest, gestation
thus augments the population;
teenage dads recalibrate,
unsure just what to celebrate.
Yet, if they knew the daring risk
their ***** endure, they’d slip a disc;
to realize what threatening odds
confront these flagellated gods:
(see Luke in Star Wars, [number IV]
battling fascists in the war
alone in the zone to shoot the shot
that blows the death star up. Let’s not
miss out on noting, in this theme,
life’s true conception. So the team
of X-wing pilots flew the run,
eliminated one by one
save Luke, who penetrated deep
the death-star’s ovulated keep
and overcame the egg’s defense
and hit the mark. It all makes sense.
The spheroid bursting in his sight
depicts Conception's glorious might).
Therefore, show the matrix honor.
Shoot and leave—your star’s a goner:
nurture growth while life allows you,
while your star can still espouse you.
Seek her core of hidden gnosis
don’t just set off cell mitosis…
not, that is, unless you are sure
that the three of you won’t end up poor.
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 8:02 PM UTC
At least you're happily married.
Maybe it's all just a test.
Have you thought about changing your diet?
You'll just have to have lots of ***
At least you can still go on dates.
Remember you're both very young.
Make the most of it while you still can.
Pregnancy isn't much fun.
Sometimes parenting *****
You've got enough on your plate.
Weekends are ruined by kids.
Perhaps it's a good thing to wait.
I've heard there are pills that can help.
At least you can sleep through the night.
Perhaps it's not the right time.
It looks like you're coping alright.
It took us a year to conceive.
I can see why you feel so depressed.
I know you've been trying for longer.
The main thing is not to get stressed.
Your condition is really quite common;
I've got it and so does my friend.
God blessed me with two healthy children -
It'll all work out in the end.
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 8:47 AM UTC
What do you know
about the Immaculate Conception
Benny?
Fay asked me
bright idea
I said
thumbing through
a pack of cigarette
football cards
no it's what the nuns
at school have been
talking to us about
she said
I looked at her
as we sat on
the grass in front
of Banks House
Saturday afternoon
so what's it about then
this immaculate thingy
I said
well our Blessed Lady
was born free
from original sin
by virtue of the foreseen
merits of her son
Jesus Christ
Fay said
none the wiser
I said
taking out a picture card
of Stanley Matthews
and gazing at it
well all of us are born
in original sin
that is the sin
we inherited
from Adam and Eve
called the Fall
I think it's called
she said
I put the Matthews card
on my thigh
and looked through others
who fell?
I said
thumbing through
other cards
Adam and Eve
in the Garden of Eden
Fay said
what did they fall over?
I said
looking at her
sitting there
her bright blue eyes
staring at me
her fair hair
long and free
from bands or ribbons
no not fell like that
but a fall from grace
from goodness
she said
and that's what
they teach you
at that school of yours?
I said
she nodded
what no maths
or English
or boring science?
I added
o we do that as well
she said
but more about religion
as well
I took out a Peter Brabrook
football picture card
and you believe that?
I said
about that immaculate thingy?
Yes of course
she said
that's what we've
been taught
and your old man
believes that too?
I said
of course he does
he's Catholic too
she said
doesn't your dad
believe it?
Unless it was mentioned
in a film staring Betty Gable
I don't think
my old man would
I said
I see
she said
my old man said
he would only believe
in a god if this god
gave him a wallet
full of money
I said
thumbing through the cards again
and putting
the Peter Brabrook card
on my other thigh
and shuffled the cards
that's not a good
idea of God
she said
no I guess not
I said
but each person
has their own idea
what God is like
or does
do they?
she said
guess so
I said
I put the other
picture cards away
and put the other two cards
in my back pocket
of my jeans
well what do you
want to do now?
I said
don't know
she said
I can show you
my collection of toy soldiers
or we can go
to Bedlam park
for a swim
I said
she looked at me
we can go swimming
she said
I'll go get
my swimming costume
and towel
and we can meet
on the balcony
she said
ok
I said
so we walked off the grass
and into the Square
to our flats
and walked up
the concrete stairs together
to get ready to go
for a swim
the sky was blue
but becoming dim.
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 2:56 AM UTC
Might I fly high
Beyond your envisioned sky?
Beyond conceptual ties
That bind blind guys.
I'll take back what the modern man lacks:
A soul and a heart.
A nice place to start,
For a spirit to depart,
Venture deep into art.
Canvas spills upon your body,
Define your form among'st fog;
A confusion, a situation losin',
This lane, that lane, the lost man's cruisin'.
A vision of division - a tangled mind angle.
You could see what I bring to the table.
A way back to what we lack..
Might you ask what it is when I say that?
How about a dinner and snack
Where you don't want something
And there's no news story to crack..
Just the heart I know, that person I need,
A star, a distant glow.
What we need is a hardy hearth;
Gather round the sound enveloped in the crowd.
Lose your mind and align, dance blissful all night~
To the rhythm of the time.
Or how about abundance
A huge human party, one that-
Every one's invited to, whether your purple, black, or blue.
Battered and bruised by history's screws..
A machine we built and a boat we'll tilt;
A seed that will bloom..
And a flower that will wilt.
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 10:04 PM UTC
~~~<«»>~~~
a
spilt
second
where
the
spirit's
spark
meets
conciousness
and
our
pens
scribe
eternity
soulsurvivor
(c) 7/9/2015
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 1:32 PM UTC
Parsley and thyme
Comb the earth with your fertile fingers
You tell me that you want to bloom
And fruit like the plants do
As grapes turn to wine
The idea ferments with the seasons
Lain on the willow boughs
Nothing but our breathing and the starlight
I'm gonna take you to the whisky springs
Barefoot walk in the summer
You whisper the sweetest things
This child will have water for its father
and earth as its mother
Plant me inside of you
We'll do it twice if you're eager
I love to hear you sing out my name
Feeling hotter than a fever in the night
https://soundcloud.com/dorian-m/whisky-springs
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 4:42 PM UTC
Yeah, I only really see the home screen
when I'm desperate for views and likes..
..I've since concluded that this is defined by "Irony"...
...maybe.
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 9:10 PM UTC
One word can
Give birth to a whole poem
And one poem
Can give birth to a creative idea
One idea can
Inspire one or many
One poet can illuminate
The minds of many
One moment of curiousness
Can light the mind
Of the poet
The thoughts
Now will have opinions
And creativity
Has led the way
In igniting minds
An idea
That fueled a culture
The one
Has now become many
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 7:34 AM UTC
Photoshopped fantasy fictions
Misogynistic oppressive depictions
Unobtainable beauty
Fake imagery
This LIE is but violence and bigotry
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 10:38 PM UTC