Virginia Breeze

For all the different loves there are
I find this one to be by far
The one that keeps me up at night
The one that brings us most delight.

It calls to me each time to climb
The tree of passion fruit divine.
Although I sometimes fail to see
The bending grass that waits for me.

And yes I sometimes fall from grace
And land upon a softer place.
These things they seem to come and go
Like antlers on a dear old foe.

I wish our love could always find
Aphrodite and her shrine
Upon the ocean’s frothy shore
So I could dive and fall no more.

And then our nights would last til dawn
As we would roll upon the shore
With taut skin scratched until it bled
And arched back crying to be fed.

With water glistening on your breasts
Hair laced seashells wildly dressed
Bruised lips laid upon my skin
And birds screaming just where we’ve been.

I would grasp your waist below
And lift you up so you would know
My masterful (Dear God) embrace
And never want to leave this place!

Until this happens close your eyes
Remember when our youth belied
The constant setting of the sun
Days to years that soon would run.

For in my heart the blood flows warm
And sometimes wishes it were young.
But in my mind the sand breathes fire
Embracing you with deep desire.

I wish that I could show you more
But know it’s you that I adore
And help me find the script I laid
Between the words of this brief page.

So then we’ll see just what is what
And who is hot and just how much
Eager to visit warmer clime
And merge both blood and open mind.

I hope you’re ready as they say
To see the dragon slayed today.
Make sure the mirrors have been cleaned
So we may view the fateful deed.

Whatever happens most of all
Let me make you laugh somehow.
Your clown prince cometh soon to town
And all do hope he won’t fall down.

And when at last we rest at night
Upon a silent sheet of light
Listening to the dogs next door
Remember I do you adore.
And know tis you that I adore.

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Now might be a good time to mention that the voices speaking in each of my poems are not necessarily me! Parts of them might be me or all or none.

Because this poetry as a whole is not about me! Hopefully it will be more entertaining than it possibly could if that were the case. I am trying to write about our human condition and the strong emotions that are a part of it. Love seems to be an easy one for me to write about but maybe at some point I will try some others. But not really dark ones. I won’t be writing about hate anytime soon. Fear maybe. Oh wait. I already did that in the poem about the tiger. Confusion? Is that an emotion? Embarrassment? That’s a possibility.

We will see. Thank you for all the encouragement I have received for poems already done. They really are the soul of this blog and the main source of its traffic as well.

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Maybe we will see you at the beach sometime!

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More poetry from Davidlind

Sailing Away

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Last night we gathered on a ship

Our tribe and all our friends,

And sailed for distant galaxies

To find a peaceful land.

The stars received us as we went

Our lives passed through their gaze

We sailed between bright fire and light

Our eyes were all ablaze.

Read more. . . .

This is a wonderful poem about waking up after brain surgery. It is clearly written. I love it when I can read a poem twice and (1)pretty much understand what is there in front of me while (2) gaining much from being able to do this.

What have I gained? Insight into what it must be like to go through such a ________experience. (At first I was going to put a word there. And then I realized that once again I don’t have one or two words that are adequate. )

That’s why I need the poem.

It is called Letter and is written by Patricia Kirkpatrick.

Letter

Of course there were voices in the night,

visions,

and the presence of dying,

that white, fringed place.

Shallow breath, narrow entrance–

the door to death opened.

Then there were steroids

and their lack of inhibition.

There was terror. I admit it.

Just before I learned the news

I realized all you have meant to me

and I thought I had too much feeling

to continue to see and spend time with you.

Then they told me I had a brain tumor

and it had to come out. Damage had already happened.

Seizure and aura, the grey dome of the growth

or a cathedral lit at the top where the cross is. Flora wrote

so much of life we find in the funniest places.

Boundaries. Love.

Cutting and stitches.

More blood than the surgeon had ever ordered.

I knew I needed your help

for the children, the family I might have to leave.

I am writing to say I can make the changes.

I am writing to say I have been opened and closed.

I am writing to say that today when the nurse came

to change my dressing,

she glanced up and said, “Oh, look, is that snow?”

We looked out the window and saw it together,

first flakes,

those white, fringed birds

flying, the first snow of the new season.

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“The poem ‘Letter’ first appeared in FLURRY,
toddbosspoet(at)mac(dot) com. It is reprinted here with permission of
the
poet.”

Patricia Kirkpatrick has published a book of poetry, CENTURY’S ROAD
(Holy
Cow! Press),
as well as books for young readers. She is Poetry Editor for the
literary
magazine
WATER-STONE REVIEW

And then there is the exquisite beauty that lies at the center of the human soul. The joyous light and sound that can in a moment blaze out of each of us in a thousand directions brighter than the sun. The brilliant moment beyond time when all of the voices that ever spoke are suddenly silent with awe at what is before them. The first Christmas.

Sometimes we cry with joy. These are the best music videos of Andrea Bocelli I could find on the web for the Holidays.

http://davidnotes.com/2008/02/12/andrea-bocelli-sings/

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And I am writing a note to someone. You!

But this has also become one of my best keyphrases and so I use it. I suppose you could use it too if you wanted to try it. We could hang out in Google together in one of the billions of pages out there. Lately I have discovered the good that keywords can do and have much more traffic. Why did it take so long?

The Grand Design

It’s all part of the Grand Design. Why have many more folks come here when this blog was still wandering around and waiting for a great new template? And all the different parts needed to be linked together so readers can easily travel deep into what’s here. But did I plan it this way? No. I didn’t have a clue about how things would go. The Grand Design is a lot bigger than this blog and it leads us all to better days. Always. We can see it all around us in nature. And if we just get out of the way it will work its magic.

This is the optimist inside me going to work. How would I feel in the year 1915 as we were getting ready for war, depression, war again and then cold war? This is progress? If you lived long enough it was surely progress. We have left a very authoritarian male driven world behind in many places. But bad things can still happen. And we will certainly die someday. Is that progress? Yes, actually, I think it is. They were talking about a new strain of flu on the radio a few days ago. A killer bug. Let’s imagine that it somehow spread through our world and thousands died. What sort of progress would that be?

It would be terrible, of course, for families and friends. If something happened to Beth and the children I would not survive. But they would be in a much better place enjoying the bright lights and freedom from so much of the misery on this mudball of a planet. And I would be hoping to join them very soon. I might have to volunteer to help the sick and forget to wear my mask if all my family left me here. Also our world would become a less superficial place. Many people would start looking for spiritual solace and understanding. There would be terrible suffering but in the end the Grand Design would pull us all through. The further back we look the more progress we see.

Christmas Is A Time For Giving

Why did I get off on this? It seems rather dark for the week before Christmas. Christmas is a time of celebration about the birth of God’s son in one of these humble little bags of bones we carry around with such pride. But look what happened to that beautiful child in just a few short decades. Is the darkness so far off on this day that is bright with laughter and decorations?

My suggestion for this holiday is to think of the person you know who is the most genuinely needy. Someone who is suffering through trials and tribulations. And you wonder why because they don’t seem to deserve it. And give them a large gift of cash inside a nice Christmas card. Take the money you were going to spend the next time you went to the electronics store and give it to them. Then sit back and imagine how they are going to feel when they receive it. Enjoy thinking about their joy. Oh yes. Suddenly the Christmas Spirit has arrived. And it pours down upon us.

A Woman’s Courageous Act And Angels Watch

I have been thinking about the lovely security guard in the church who put a stop to the mass murderer who arrived at her sanctuary armed with his assault rifle and much more. She recalls how she prayed and then confronted him with her little gun while everyone else was looking for the nearest window.

Her hands did not shake. Her heart was full of the courage that God gave her in this moment. And she took him down. But this is the thing I find so wonderful. She didn’t kill him. Once he discovered he was shot he killed himself. He ran like they all do behind that invisible door seeking to avoid all consequences for evil deeds.

So she doesn’t have to live with the knowledge that she killed a fellow human being however much of a mutant he must have been. She doesn’t have to wake up every day with this knowledge. This could be God’s response to the idea that you should never kill another human being. Remember the Quakers? What would they have done? Sat there and waited for the end?

A Happy And Meaningful Christmas

I like this ending better. And now I am off to enjoy another beautiful day here in Virginia. We have had record temperatures and it seems like just another wonderful autumn day. No humidity. Where is all the ice on the other side of the mountains? Is it not coming at all?

And tonight we go to our club for Christmas carols, food and drink. Friends and ritual gatherings to celebrate another year brought home and packed away. So many years all packed away.

And hopefully many more before we move on towards a more perfect life and leave our worried little bodies behind.

I hope you have a meaningful Christmas. And please feel free to respond to my Christmas message. I have read several blogs lately that have encouraged bloggers to introduce a little controversy into their blogs. Give readers something they might want to respond to in a meaningful way. And so I have tried to do it here.

So let’s hear your voices out their in Cricketland. You know why I call it that don’t you?