TRUE?
Women are devotional?
Some are priests and churches –
Some are disused chapels
Where the louts drink
Men are remote -
Lost planets
Unless they use ceremony
To wrap others in love
To worship the life in all
ITS THE END OF THE WORLD
A slab of sky rests
On an Earth which
Is almost concrete
The spark of fire
In its heart
Is about to go out
The stage is stripped
Bare of lungs, life, trees
The limpid blue sea
The light goes out...
But what memories were shared
On this speck in the Universe;
What love affairs under bower
And tower block.
What organisation
What Kingdoms and States.
What products were sold!
A World so hot and cold,
Knowing vast differances,
Yet holding good and evil
As if both twins had the right
To receive love.
SOLAR SUCKLING
The Sun is a ferocious light
That has not yet been spent -
The moon is a pasty faced
Spot-arsed baby
Sucking at its breast -
Oh boy that baby is needy!
SPRING CLEAN
Rain shower cleanses
The stale grey suited male,
Puts a spring in his step as he
Splashes over granite slabs
And tarmac in the wet.
FIRE OF LOVE
A broken search for God -
Divine love carpets with petals.
Emotion clouds my thought-forms
As Sky tumbles into my arms
Beauty is everywhere, yet
Strung up from every tree
I weep for lost time
For lost love -
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Clear the channels -
Clear a rough channel for
Water and fire to tumble -
As I move to love of Her.
And let the Great earth
Split its bonds –
Let all doubt
Of reincarnation of flowering
Be lost in a new carpet of
Perennial cherry blossom
SHE MOVES
She moves this mud
Filled World with her hand,
Plays divinity, shows
Wave-filled breezes
Throwing ruby dice
She dances to the song
Pure chance selects -
Latin curse or lace bed-head
And she moves closer -
Sensing this pain.
That Love needs
Real colour in its cheeks
Beauty is a tear
In heart –
In my position
And I am moved at last
To join close to my Love
(With My secret Feminine) -
Who cannot be reached
But through this World
