The stars lean closer when she moves,
Rare beauty folded in her quiet step.
A breath of perfume,
The air is changed—
It is sweeter,
As though spring has learned a new song.
Her legs are longer than the shadows,
Her fingers linger like willows in the wind,
Her small feet are swifter than birds
Across the fields of dawn.
She is athletic as rivers leaping,
Intelligent as the hidden moon,
Empathetic as rain that softens
The hardest clay of sorrow.
Her mind is sound,
A place where silence finds rest,
And yet her laughter is a bell
That summons joy from the distance.
When I draw near,
She tastes of apples,
Of orchards heavy with ripeness,
Of other grand things unnamed—
A sweetness meant for autumn,
But given freely in the summer’s heart.
The great attractor is not the stars,
But the pulse within her being,
Drawing me forever into her light.
A deep routed belief that something may not work for you is restraining the results you're looking for.
Life does not begin at birth but just a realization of individuality and you haven't yet found that open door.
All of us are linked as the universe is one song of spirituality
Dissolving the elements, fears and doubts will propel us into a higher vibratory level of humanity.
How can one use what is called the attractor factor?
Within each of us is the power of a nuclear reactor.
It has been stated that intention rules the earth.
We are devine spiritual beings blessed from birth.
Always honor your purpose, your spirit and go after what you desire.
Find what it is you love to do and never let any doubting Thomas quench that fire.
There is nothing missing only what you have not discovered.
Like plush jungles that hide ancient mystical temples, deep within are treasures yet uncovered.
A deep routed belief that something may not work for you is seeming to restrain the powers of the secret and dulling your vitality.
Life does not begin at birth but is just a realization of individuality.
Dissolving the elements and doubts that hold back the law of attraction.
Dissolving fear fed by false media and the controlling faction.
Thoughts and feelings are a magnetic force.
This is that power that sets you on your particular course.
What is the attractor factor, the power that pulls at you?
Intention rules the earth and portrays a whole new view.
It is your dream of success that fans fire.
Always honor your spirit, go with that gut feeling and follow your desires.
Misspent by inclination,
treed by ambition,
I fled the woods thirsting for the desert,
only to drown in a deep water ecstasy,
later to awaken in the vineyard,
free of fright, bound by the new day's light.
The unchained man bowed his head,
sincerity apparent, no deception transparent.
But the rock in my heart would not soften.
My suspicion would stay, no fears allayed.
This unblinkered seer,
this transcendental man,
had clean fingernails.
Draw your lines, number your principles,
look through me and ponder the stars.
Perhaps you do read future history.
In a world scrubbed white that coin may trade,
but you get no supper until I get paid.
The strange attractor left the table.
He blasted through the clover
and felled the shamrocks,
separating forever the last leprechauns in love.
Brutally, he balanced the books.
Now I see the unchained man's dream:
A land unfettered by growing things,
that sterile paradise where simplicity is king.
The numbers add up easily in a desert fantasy.
Convulsed with joy,
I close my eyes adrift at sea.
Sometimes Dizzy feels kinda yearning in his heart. It's okay for him. Men like Dizzy are well acquainted with yearning. Sitting in the kitchen, scratching the head, drinking, drowning one cigarette after another in leftover vindaloo, talking to the Moon in the window. The Moon circles the Earth, the galaxy circles the Great Attractor and Dizzy as well circles his yearning’s center of mass. A Dizzy's dizzy. A funny joke. Alas, green Moon, you are a bad drinking partner unlike devils. Awkward shy albinos, with rosy eyes and cow-like colorless long lashes, they are always ready to keep you company when it comes to 55 proof alcohol. Lemmi pour you sommore, guys. Where are you off to? I don't care you're at work tomorrow. A dizzying drinking - that's your work now and ever and unto ages of ages. Poor Dizzy!
devils drink with him
till the sun comes up over
the poet's body
16/08/2019
Bring A Character To Life Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Richard Lamoureux
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You've always been thinking,
In the soil you've been digging,
Groundwater which is disgusting,
forcing you to be demanding,
For tasteful water in drinking.
A mixture of sodium chloride,
A body in which you’ll abide,
A cage that won’t ever divide,
The horizon that will guide,
To where you can live alongside.
The attractor of amazements,
The grappler of moments,
The magnetizes of compliments,
The tummy of all improvements,
And the house of achievements.
chaos theory
hoping to figure out
what strange attractor
has placed his toys
so perilously near my feet
Published - American Tanka - Winter 2016
My infactuation has me caught up in the rapture,
I'm anticipating the return of a man who delivers true love
I'm trying to capture my beloved attractor,
See he keeps me swinging like it's hypnotic,
We go hard in the yard but sometime we frolic,
He has that fire to keep me hot and erotic,
Illustrations will ricochet,
And bounce through my mind at times
I'm having visions of passion when we kiss away,
He keeps me sprung with the words off his tongue,
and he sings the ' love anthem '
as his game smoothly escapes from his lungs,
He let's me know i'm a beautiful smooth chick,
and he gets seized and trapped
by the movement of my hips
and he's quite fond of my cuteness,
And the sheets are our dance floor,
We do the seductive hustle
and he caresses and blesses me
while the soft musics down low,
I love it when he creeps up in my gown slow,
I'm yearning for his whip appeal,
He kisses my lips to my hips softly down to my heels,
I get love chills and thrills and then I spill,
Yeah see he's my personal pusherman,
I get high off his supply
I can't wait until I goosh again.