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vienna bombardieri Oct 2020

A silver moon arrives to bathe me with her moonlight
sending me into a dream state of beauty and respire
With feet of feather weight I never touch the ground
as I gaze at the beauty that surrounds this gauzy lake
Accustomed to the shadows of the night I gather long
around the hem of stars that shine down on my estate
I watch the flowers in my garden lay withered at me feet
while I trundle by the angels, one thousand more to keep
Some earthlings like to babble in their little cafes at night
but its all Greek to me for I rather lay between two clouds
swinging from a hammock, woolgathering, until dawn .

vienna bombardieri Oct 2020

The Silent Writer

(What To Do When There  Is No Inspiration)

I open my mind to music and allow the sound waves to wash over me
then, soaking in the notes as if I were a skilled virtuoso
a master of the arts , I allow the sounds to meld and mesh in me
Lost in the ethereal feel of this peaceful moment ,
I forget about phrases and compositions and begin to focus
on the appearance of color and imagery;
When my soul feels the longing to write like the poets of old,
I rise to the occasion and allow my mind to surprise me
with the many spectrums of written possibilities ;
I inhale deeply and begin my journey home to poetry
Sometimes its one sentence, sometimes just a word
but as I string my thoughts together the music fades
and the beautiful glades of verse, magically appear before me
I give honor to my creative spirit and I give thanks to my muse;
There is no  greater satisfaction on earth then being inspired
so after a long stay in the dessert, I give thanks to God
for showing me how to regress back to my original spark.

vienna bombardieri Oct 2020

The Parking Lot

Late at night as I disappear from the public eye of the world
and leave behind all my worries and fears,
I take to the sky like a silent kite soaring in silence towards the stars
entering the sanctuary of a quiet moon;
With arms outstretched  I long for the sliver of dusk to bathe  me anew
and to clothe  me with her shimmering gown of shedding pink;
O'er by the sea I watch the urchins as they whisper to the mermaids
Captains christening their ships with  spy glass devotion,
into the mysteries of night they go, gliding towards new horizons;
I lay on a hammock of woven cotton tucked between two hefty clouds of white,  no one here to sing to me except angels with their bugles and golden voices...
This is (my private universe) and only the stars are privy to my smiles,
as I glide into this daydream in the middle of the galaxy
Late at night I disappear from the world awash with eyes of stardust
in the morning I wake up and realize that the world is not my place ,
its only a parking lot for the human race, and I don't belong in it...

October 3, 2020

vienna bombardieri Oct 2020

An Autumn Crisp And Clean

As Autumn scents return to me once more
sending me to a sweet October brush
infringing on each leaf the earthen floor
of reds and golds collect me in their rush;
While breezes raise the feathers off a thrush
I harbor long and sweet by rivers end
just basking in  the moment of Godsend;
Firing up my senses with cooling love,
she's crisply cleans my soul then with her tend
she seasons me and fits me, like a glove.

vienna bombardieri Sep 2020

ANGELS IN MY HEAD

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1R8nJSe8Jb0

Poetry read aloud ...

  Dreams are made of fairy dust and gold my mom once said
as she tucked me in real tight and kissed my sleepy  head
you will see stars of bright and little angels baking bread
there upon a cloud, a Pegasus with wings of finest thread
Dreams are made for human bodies full of goodness, light
you can get there if you try  and wish with all your might
you'll see blueberry moons with  eyes that wink so bright
magic swords with pixie dust, that never fear the night
Fairies will rock you in their cradles by their garden nook
while you sleep five winks and create with just one look
up here you can be a butterfly lost in the winds of chinook
reveal most anything, you're transparent as an open book
Dreams are made of fairy dust and gold my mom once said
as she tucked me in I fell asleep, with angels in my head.

vienna bombardieri Sep 2020

Stoicism

Melancholy of Innocence 5h

Something rose from within You
Something fell within my heart
Something heavenly unknown realm
United within our LOVEz-soul-connect

Whatever was felt was
Beyond human comprehension
Unknown, strange, mystical

We do not know from where it came
Front, behind, left, right, up or down
North, South, East, West, Earth or Sky
Beyond comprehension of six dimensions
We started loving within "NOW"

Only those who "becomes" the
SEVENTH dimension can know
The miracle of "Wild LOVEz"

Who can find BELOVEDz-LOVERz now?
Nothing exists - when our LOVE desireZ

No "world" remain in our UNION
Only NOTHINGNESS remains
A VOID filled by our ecstasy
YOU didn't remain "you"
Nor I remained "i"

The moment when LOVE happened
Was a MAGICAL moment of life
All the intelligence was set aside
The books of reason & logic
Were burnt to ashes & smokes

When the whole forest of life
Was set alight in blazing fires
This twig with two flowers
Remains untouched by apocalypse

Just let LOVE try its theurgy
Just let eyes perform amphimixis
Just let our seedings pollinate
Let LOVE elixir heal world's ills

BELOVEDz - LOVERz stoicism

vienna bombardieri Sep 2020

His Daughter

A speck on the glass a reflection  of someone I knew
once ago when the world was still  and so bran new
I was a chit of the future tilting her wings to the sky
a babe with living to do before learning to fly ;
Mirrored to the image of God
I was often considered odd
a druid with fingers of sod
arriving, each time I was  called
A citizen of the earth with knowledge beyond compare
I always knew the world belonged to the birds of the air
far removed from the present, I lived in the future
by the scry of a rock and the cry of an eagle's demure
Reflector of light,  refracted conduit
an alter full of candlelight,
a woman of air, water, fire, Spirit
I looked into God's eyes and knew for certain who I was .