"writing poetry, starts in my soul, flows through my heart, up to my head, then it's out of my hands"
Thursday, 3 January 2013
Rebirth
Rebirth
Unfurling winglets,
soft and moist,
like petals born upon a budding rose,
open and close in their own time,
the rhythm and rhyme of natures subtle filigree,
caught within the wind of all that is to be.
Dry upon this summers sun,
cocooned depths, a rebirth in little steps,
delicately opening to a warmer light,
the gentle breeze of a transmogrified delight.
Slipping between the gossamer chords,
a rhapsody of transcendence,
fleeting moments of remembrance,
cast into a nimble aperture of becoming,
delicately aroused from this brief sleep,
the butterfly born from out the deep.
© Richard Michael Parker 2012
Artwork: Jaanika Talts
Tuesday, 1 January 2013
Fingertips
Fingertips
Harmonized fingers slip
supple thighs, yielding lips,
gasping sighs, silken hips,
inside the lovers temple.
Sweetened oils, velvet palms,
passion boils, loving arms,
the sopping licking lapping balms,
of fleshly gifts entrancement.
The ripples and the shuddering,
peeked nipples in the suckling,
the lightning and the thundering,
of an opiated dance.
The delicacy of honeyed tongues,
orgasmically each body comes,
to sweet rhapsodic heartstrings strummed,
to melt into a Sun.
I felt you come, and in the gift,
I kissed your silken fingertips.
© Richard Michael Parker 2012
Artwork: Jaanika Talts
Thursday, 27 December 2012
Pensive Heart
Pensive Heart
Lost in a forest of dark pensive dreams,
wrapped up in a bubble of light,
you heal, and are free, from those corpulent schemes,
Oh dear heart, I am with you tonight.
All we once knew and all we believed,
laid waste in an instants fragility,
sensate and naked, momentarily aggrieved,
metamorphically changed by reality.
To know the first fearless steps that we took,
were copied and pasted, with the glue of this love,
from the tattered dull pages torn from out an old book,
to kick start two hearts with a push, and a shove.
The faceted face of this jewel we have cut,
will shine in our light of resplendence,
not be borrowed nor taken from doors we have shut,
but a blessing to all, through transcendence.
Yet, still the heartbeats come with sighs,
boiling in a cauldron in the silent depths of memory,
a flight of efflorescing ever dancing butterflies,
transformed into an airy flight of wings to bring you back to me.
Twin wings, marked by constancy and devotion,
this swelling tide subsides into a calm and restive place,
to rest beside each healing silent depth within this ocean,
and heal within the living loving light of constant grace.
© Richard Michael Parker 2012
Saturday, 15 December 2012
Sombre Reflection
“The world is indeed full of peril and in it there are many dark places. But still there is much that is fair. And though in all lands, love is now mingled with grief, it still grows, perhaps, the greater.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien
Friday, 14 December 2012
Crazy Like A Raging Sea...
Crazy like a raging sea...
Crazy like a raging sea
that rolls in heaving peeks,
and slaps upon me endlessly
each vessel moans and creaks;
Beneath the howling tempests gale
the seething foments touch,
your fiery wind, that bursts my sail,
and luffs upon the crutch.
Full fathom five,
you pulled me from the wreck alive
and threw me on some distant shore
upon our bones we chew and gnaw.
Full fathom five,
you pulled me from the wreck alive
and all the years we cast about
were flooded tears to drown the doubt.
Full fathom five
you pulled me from the wreck alive
and here we lay betwixt the sheets
these sails full blown are now replete.
Full fathom five
you pulled me from the wreck alive
then down we two who charged the fates
will pass between the pearly gates.
Full fathom five
you pulled me from the wreck alive
I would have drowned were not for you
you would have burned, I saved you too.
This ocean we are cast within
it roars in might and thunder
emotions tumult, surging din,
we threaten to go under.
Yet soothed, climactic tempests peek
is shattered in a kiss
and calms each vessel soiled and weak
orgasmically in bliss.
I love you like a raging sea
full fathom five, for you love me.
© Richard Michael Parker 2012
Tuesday, 11 December 2012
Dust to Dark
-Dust to Dark-
This roaring tide of great love
the malady of sadness left inside
caught between the hawk and the dove
not knowing in which room we ought to hide.
Silence, overwhelming the moment
time dropping through an open slit
a wound, through which the memories trickle
splash the present, drip by drip,
to fall into a quiet solemnity of passing feeling,
sown together again in this dark retrieving.
The gentle choice, of each great love
the cleansing of the house, proud martin,
to know, what one must dispose of, and keep,
the beat, revivifying hearts in parting.
Making space, in the fracture of that place,
the settling of old fears, the packing of the boxes,
the tearful remnants of all those bygone years
the hounding of the foxes,
swept from off the benches and the tables
the cleansing of those Augean stables.
Hoarded clutter in those treasure chests
guarded with such firm resolve, night and day,
fiery hearts, wept within the beating breasts,
washed from off the surfaces, warily swept away.
The living remnants of all great loves
carefully honoured and wrapped,
with grace, remembrance of the gift thereof,
each diamond kissed and packed.
The curtains are drawn as the light invades,
silence from the dawn ekes between the cracks,
all is saved.
The herald of a brand new day,
is born upon a lark,
the nightingale is packed away,
its song is dust to dark.
© Richard Michael Parker 2012
Saturday, 1 December 2012
Loves Torpid Touch
-Loves Torpid Touch-
Waves of love,
emanations in the air,
the flowing streams of flaxen hair,
this soak, of yellow fingered beams,
slipped into a dream,
lingers long within a kiss;
The tidal constancy of bliss,
drawn into an ebbing sea,
the languorous lethargy,
of loves torpid touch.
© Richard Michael Parker 2012
Friday, 23 November 2012
Grace
Grace
Grace
I heard you tore another hole
and from that solemn place
bore all the fire from your immortal soul.
I thought of you,
winding through some lonesome alley way
the detritus of forlorn days blowing down the avenue,
and in my minds eye you stood alone,
blinded to all the fractured cracks you had left at home,
knowing only the footsteps,
the hearkening forward rush in your heady plunge,
driving ever onward,
too silent and reticent to turn your back,
a sponge, soaking in the light,
your constant driven hunger,
rapacious in the flight.
Grace,
I heard you call my name,
and turning but for a moment, bursting into flame,
your ruddy eyes socketed to the law,
knowing where you had been,
only God, and some trembling sear,
could ever tell of what you saw.
The precession of judgment, meant little in your eyes,
for yours was a timeless vision,
a holy spell between the cries.
Grace,
enfolding darkness,
wrapped in the light of your infinite face,
your wings wrapped in circles around my heart,
turning into flames, the coddled mendicanted chant,
of love, of forgiveness, for sins not yet spoken,
paths, where only dreams, could herald those choices never broken.
Grace,
when all the world stood in horror at what was done,
you alone stood serene, and standing on the sun,
shone a light that dulled the crackens roar,
and swept between the multitudes of fangless beasts,
and more, you took the chance,
where none before had seen the fateful tide,
and ripped the spanking babe from out the titans bloody side.
Grace,
when will we learn,
that yours is not a calculated state,
but an end at the start,
a choice beyond some forlorn fate.
You smiled, and all the rays,
and gentle love, shone through those pores,
the balm of loves deliverance,
washed upon those bloody shores.
And still, I love you still, and being still...
Love, in Grace.
© Richard Michael Parker 2012
Sunday, 18 November 2012
Waiting
Waiting
Today I grasped a truth
it floated down through my sky
and settled upon my heart
it spoke in whispers and quiet tides
and as it spoke my heart leapt
not in pride, but in recognition
for I remembered what I had forgotten
and forgetting, had wandered blind;
It opened my eyes, effortlessly
and I saw the world again, anew.
It is strange how people come into your life
have the most remarkable effect
fill you with hope, with dreams, with imaginings
with remembrance, a touchpaper of intimacy,
soulfully sparking the tinder,
and all that is asked is that you put aside
all expectation, all pride, and simply remember,
what it was that you had lost inside.
You are like this to me, i do not grasp you
and yet i see, clearly through crystal eyes
a higher soul of clarity, of lives designed.
Where you came from and why, I am not sure
I only know that this communion of souls
makes of us both, something more...
greater than we might have been alone,
it hardly seems fathomable, and yet,
from out the yielding stone, a new heart beats.
Everything seems possible, probable, likely...
I looked at the world, again,
and found that all the hard questions,
had simple answers, where only days ago,
there were incalculable riddles, woven in a mystery,
today, all those doubts seem only ancient history.
I realized, all the answers I had looked for,
all the patience, and time, all the effort
to steady the ship, ready the sails,
wait upon the wind,
had been worth more than all the gold
I could ever have accrued, bought or sold.
Days, weeks, years, left in passing;
Incredible pain, born of solemnity and loneliness,
the craft we are forced to sail upon, to that isle,
where wisdom sits upon her lonesome throne, all alone.
I would not have traded a single moment,
for now, as the fire stokes the hearth,
and sets the engine raging,
the bilge crushing the waves once more,
I stand upon an open deck,
having sailed these seas a thousand times before,
somnolent nights, adrift in a reckless ocean,
the whirling maelstrom, tossed in a tempest of emotion.
Here, in this calm sea, no panic besets me, only faith,
and a knowledge, sound judgment born of a roiling love.
The course is charted,
your hand has held my own upon the tiller.
I see, works, children by the million laughing,
singing, drinking, and running free.
I see, the entire world liberated from some stark monstrosity;
Broken chains, that shackle token minds,
cast into the flames, with the harbingers of these times.
The confluential moments, of great happenstance,
souls that forge resolve in each others becoming.
I have your back, you have mine,
we know we have waited an interminable time,
but in the waiting we have both grown strong,
and pinioned our souls, in love we cannot go wrong.
Charity, born of love, the gift we bear,
to turn the open waters we hold within our hearts,
out into the world, into the hands of children,
unborn and undeserving of the fickleness of fate,
an answer born between us, still, its not too late.
I realized today, waiting,
as i have always waited, waited the longest time,
and waiting has been the hardest line,
the toughest task of all, waiting,
watching the winds, the tides, the times,
turn one to another,
waiting for the moment of greatest receptivity,
the moment that ears are turned out,
eyes watch, cast into doubt, Waiting.
Only when eyes and ears are open
will sounds and sights appropriate to the hoping,
delight the soul. Waiting...
The wasted hours, not wasted at all...
Constructing channels through which love
could seep between the walls, the doors, the towers
erected in this bastion of light,
waiting...
I realized, waiting... that i wait no more.
You touched the essential core of me,
and I have waited for the calling,
for though you realize, or do not,
what it was, and how you touch me,
whether you see or do not, I see...
I see how you come honestly with your heart,
your mind a searing flame, tempered in loves name,
I see, the higher soul in you, free,
and I have waited, for you to touch me...
one unsullied soul, in a moment of transcendent purity.
I do not worship you, though I adore your soul and heart,
I have known you from the start,
I know you are frail, and strong,
quixotic, and can be wrong,
you have your great imperilled beliefs,
and tremble like a child sometimes,
your courage and fortitude in the silent hour,
stolen from out the night like a thief.
Yet you have persevered,
and your courage emboldens my heart,
revivifies the tree, the barren branches
that have lain sallow and broken upon the hill,
bursting into life once more, aromatic blossom,
fruit for all the world to pluck, to satiate the riven hunger.
Children, a home, a love, a life, all these too...
Everything is possible with you,
and yet I cannot ask more than you can give,
for freedom is the gift we bare for one other,
together, to share, amongst the multitude.
Strong, practical, wise, and transcendent...
No lies will sit between us, open eyes, and ears to hear,
the flooding heart that courses through each soul,
a stream from out a star, a vision we have both known.
A world made green, clean again,
prosperous in full flourishing...
the shackles shattered,
greed left tattered in the trash.
I grasped a truth today, and saw it in your eyes,
we smiled, and knew there was a better way,
these souls we have connected,
make us both a little wise... It is time.
Let us love, in all the ways we have learn't,
encouraged and emboldened,
the salve of loves emollient,
eased upon these hearts that we have burnt,
and turn that out, so that all may sup,
upon the loving cup, the overflow,
of all we have become to one another.
I grasped a truth today,
and wait no more...
© Richard Michael Parker 2012
Today I grasped a truth
it floated down through my sky
and settled upon my heart
it spoke in whispers and quiet tides
and as it spoke my heart leapt
not in pride, but in recognition
for I remembered what I had forgotten
and forgetting, had wandered blind;
It opened my eyes, effortlessly
and I saw the world again, anew.
It is strange how people come into your life
have the most remarkable effect
fill you with hope, with dreams, with imaginings
with remembrance, a touchpaper of intimacy,
soulfully sparking the tinder,
and all that is asked is that you put aside
all expectation, all pride, and simply remember,
what it was that you had lost inside.
You are like this to me, i do not grasp you
and yet i see, clearly through crystal eyes
a higher soul of clarity, of lives designed.
Where you came from and why, I am not sure
I only know that this communion of souls
makes of us both, something more...
greater than we might have been alone,
it hardly seems fathomable, and yet,
from out the yielding stone, a new heart beats.
Everything seems possible, probable, likely...
I looked at the world, again,
and found that all the hard questions,
had simple answers, where only days ago,
there were incalculable riddles, woven in a mystery,
today, all those doubts seem only ancient history.
I realized, all the answers I had looked for,
all the patience, and time, all the effort
to steady the ship, ready the sails,
wait upon the wind,
had been worth more than all the gold
I could ever have accrued, bought or sold.
Days, weeks, years, left in passing;
Incredible pain, born of solemnity and loneliness,
the craft we are forced to sail upon, to that isle,
where wisdom sits upon her lonesome throne, all alone.
I would not have traded a single moment,
for now, as the fire stokes the hearth,
and sets the engine raging,
the bilge crushing the waves once more,
I stand upon an open deck,
having sailed these seas a thousand times before,
somnolent nights, adrift in a reckless ocean,
the whirling maelstrom, tossed in a tempest of emotion.
Here, in this calm sea, no panic besets me, only faith,
and a knowledge, sound judgment born of a roiling love.
The course is charted,
your hand has held my own upon the tiller.
I see, works, children by the million laughing,
singing, drinking, and running free.
I see, the entire world liberated from some stark monstrosity;
Broken chains, that shackle token minds,
cast into the flames, with the harbingers of these times.
The confluential moments, of great happenstance,
souls that forge resolve in each others becoming.
I have your back, you have mine,
we know we have waited an interminable time,
but in the waiting we have both grown strong,
and pinioned our souls, in love we cannot go wrong.
Charity, born of love, the gift we bear,
to turn the open waters we hold within our hearts,
out into the world, into the hands of children,
unborn and undeserving of the fickleness of fate,
an answer born between us, still, its not too late.
I realized today, waiting,
as i have always waited, waited the longest time,
and waiting has been the hardest line,
the toughest task of all, waiting,
watching the winds, the tides, the times,
turn one to another,
waiting for the moment of greatest receptivity,
the moment that ears are turned out,
eyes watch, cast into doubt, Waiting.
Only when eyes and ears are open
will sounds and sights appropriate to the hoping,
delight the soul. Waiting...
The wasted hours, not wasted at all...
Constructing channels through which love
could seep between the walls, the doors, the towers
erected in this bastion of light,
waiting...
I realized, waiting... that i wait no more.
You touched the essential core of me,
and I have waited for the calling,
for though you realize, or do not,
what it was, and how you touch me,
whether you see or do not, I see...
I see how you come honestly with your heart,
your mind a searing flame, tempered in loves name,
I see, the higher soul in you, free,
and I have waited, for you to touch me...
one unsullied soul, in a moment of transcendent purity.
I do not worship you, though I adore your soul and heart,
I have known you from the start,
I know you are frail, and strong,
quixotic, and can be wrong,
you have your great imperilled beliefs,
and tremble like a child sometimes,
your courage and fortitude in the silent hour,
stolen from out the night like a thief.
Yet you have persevered,
and your courage emboldens my heart,
revivifies the tree, the barren branches
that have lain sallow and broken upon the hill,
bursting into life once more, aromatic blossom,
fruit for all the world to pluck, to satiate the riven hunger.
Children, a home, a love, a life, all these too...
Everything is possible with you,
and yet I cannot ask more than you can give,
for freedom is the gift we bare for one other,
together, to share, amongst the multitude.
Strong, practical, wise, and transcendent...
No lies will sit between us, open eyes, and ears to hear,
the flooding heart that courses through each soul,
a stream from out a star, a vision we have both known.
A world made green, clean again,
prosperous in full flourishing...
the shackles shattered,
greed left tattered in the trash.
I grasped a truth today, and saw it in your eyes,
we smiled, and knew there was a better way,
these souls we have connected,
make us both a little wise... It is time.
Let us love, in all the ways we have learn't,
encouraged and emboldened,
the salve of loves emollient,
eased upon these hearts that we have burnt,
and turn that out, so that all may sup,
upon the loving cup, the overflow,
of all we have become to one another.
I grasped a truth today,
and wait no more...
© Richard Michael Parker 2012
Saturday, 10 November 2012
Golden Awakenings
-Golden Awakenings-
Sumptuous meanderings beneath silken skins,
pandering eyes lost in the depth of your sighs,
the eruptive effusive joy of dancing souls,
caught between the light and the fire.
No artifice nor salacious manifest missed,
the pure enraptured joy of each lovers kiss,
revelling in the succulence of the tenderest gift.
Soft warm breath, pressed upon these lips,
the tremulous joy of enfolded fingertips,
stroking each wave, lost in this ease,
the sweep of these sliding hips,
the tightness of the squeeze.
Caught in a gentle breeze,
each smile, dripping in the melting pot,
Dew dipped buds of pleasure slipping languidly in repose,
the fragrant crush of petalled wings, the tender suckled rose.
Voluptuous and slow, this dawns light comes,
rising in a fire, fluttering in a trembling wind,
winged harbinger of desire.
Each flighted formless memory is born upon a wing,
to speed into a future bright, the lark beset to sing,
recalling what has yet to come, loves golden awakening.
© Richard Michael Parker 2012
Artwork: 'The Kiss' - Gustav Klimt
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