Beauty

Upon A Hard Days Nights First Run

Seeing him so young

Electric girlmobbed rock star

See a young saint's tears

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NEWELVLEK

As ons hiervandaan vertrek

verskyn ons dalk as newelvlek

in dieper dimensies van drome

onder die hand van die Kunstenaar

word sagte vlees verwerk

tot spore van edelmetaal

asemspel siklies teenwoordig

in die skaduwees van bome



skitterende Ligspiraal

selfbehaaglik vervaardig

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Ons skittering is slegs vuurvliegliggies in vergelyking met die offerglans van die Ewigheid.

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KISS OF THE ROSE





Gaze upon this flower.

It’s for your eyes to devour.



A  sented symphony in a bose

Yet, the rose is not just a rose.



It’s a pure reflection of mother earth.

A child of the sun, She feed on simple rain.



A gift to many lovers.

A symbol of solace in time of pain.



This flower is a kiss from God himself.



The pedals, like soft lips.

The fragrances of love and intoxicating beauty.



Leaves, like out reached arms, Welcoming his sweet embrace.



This flower,

Behold its nature,

For it is earth, sun, moon and rain.



He shares his beauty,

Through the silence of a kiss.

That is the rose.

                               Love-n-truth

                                     Patty Hermes

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Seeing my God in the beauty of the rose.
ALL NATURE BECOMES ONE.

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Simplicity

You said it once, my dear, dear friend--

then you wrote it down on the back

of that miraculous likeness of yours, where

you pose in simple, unpretentious elegance:



bare-shouldered, broad-rimmed black hat

tilted to the right, silvery white hair straming

over ear, & a clear look in your eyes

like unclouded summer skies--



"I love you both because

we think the same way--simplicity," you wrote



in that immaculate clear moment

of transfigured sunlight when



you smiled & handed me your friendship

in a simple gesture of immense transparent

love that spelled



s-i-m-p-l-i-c-i-t-y.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this poem for a dear friend of mine whose life is a beautiful example of simplicity & selfless love--one of those rare souls whose sole existence inspires the best in those around her. Now she lies in bed unable to move her left side of the body & unable to speak after a stroke. Still, she smiles & her miraculously young-looking expression bespeaks her inner beauty & the strength she has gained from the principles of simplicity & selfless love which have been the guiding lights of her life. I love you, Maggie MacCauliffe.

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Three Shimmering Rainbarrels



                 The storm ...

                 menacing dark clouds..

                 hard cold rain..

                 treecleaving lightning

                 ..now it is over

                 and in the twilight

                 3 rainbarrels brimful

                 of rain..

                 shimmer in the post

                 storm peace.



                  deadleaf boats were left

                 in them that the insects

                 have liferafts.





                 (to James Marcus)

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Her Beauty

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love poems

Every little thing I do your on my mind

Your like the sun showing its beauty all day

no matter how cloudy it is

Your eyes are like the stars sparkeling

into the night

Your smile is like the moon shinning

through the darkness

Your hair is like the waves in the ocean

swaying back and forth in the wind

Your body is like a sculpture

that has been carved to perfection

Your a fortune that haven has given to me

and that I will charish now and forever

I will be your man now and forever

until the day the ocean dosen't touch the sand



By,

Jeremy C.

7-20-95

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* Poems To Beauty Of Spirit Shining Through Form 88

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POEMS TO BEAUTY OF SPIRIT SHINING THROUGH FORM

-saiom shriver-

 

 

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1

XUE SHEN AND HONGBO ZHAO

 

2 heavenly swans
alight on the lake
that they might glide
as swans
to the music of Swan Lake
.. they flow more perfectly
than the Tao
.. as their skill
sparks chills
and causes tears to fall
in the people of the West
... and more rare..
in the eyes of Chinese

2

IRISH IRIS

 

Because he was a magnificent
actor he was called upon
to play the role of
a villain in a play..
but who could
ever disguise
the awesome goodness
in his eyes

those Irish irises
.. so small
those Irish irises
which contain the all

(to S. Gleason)

3

RACHMANINOFF AND MALININA

 

Tatiana Malinina
soars on earth
and in air
.. on and off
on and off
to the Godly music
of Rachmaninoff

4

VERONICA'S CLOVER VEIL

 

Veronica and clover veils..
do violet the vale
neath skies cloudclad
or when the
ultraviolet sun prevails

5

ROTTEN APPLE

 

Any rotten apple's
core-freed seeds
can clothe the earth in
orchards apple-treed.

Of honey bees it is the creed
that the sweetest dew
lies in hearts of
the most rejected weeds.

6

APPLESAUCE 2

 

Spherical firm apples
are sold as is.
Bruised misshapen
apples more quickly
become applesauce.
Wave smashed water
more quickly becomes mist.
The imperfect
are sometimes
more quickly liberated.

7

SMOKERISE TRINITY

 

The steam from
the cup of berry tea
spirals around
the incense smokeplume..
they entwine the smokerise of
the charcoal campfire
while from the woods
uprise the wings of a wren

9

FLITTING THRUSH

 

Have you ever seen a saffron field
full of bright orange stars
a tiger lily meadow blush
strewn with dottings of paintbrush
a fruited tree studded with
a flock of flitting thrush

(to Nancy L whose father gave
each of his children a flower..
hers was the tiger lily)

0

IRIS PARCHMENT

 

As always of old
the iris bud unfolds
her gilded parchment
of background gold

but the eye's iris
will unroll
the endless scroll
of her own soul
past where sea
foals
past the shoals
past dry land's
attempts to control

10

DAWN GREETING

 

Dusk clouds setting
the sun did firesinge
gold fingered glowing
with adoring tinge
and then he slid away
but brought out his final rays
..
a light filled syringe
squirted last cloud with
a rosy fringe
and then he was gone
or so we thought
until he dripped through
morning's gate hinge

11

A HEART FULLBLOWN

 

A rose fullblown
is the opentoall heart
.. fragrance flows from it
.. the perfume of love

12

WINTER PALATE

 

Dawn instantly paints
all the earth gold
Snow brushes the world
with amnesty's white
and Thoughts
of Love
bathe the globe
in rosepink light

13

TIME THE MIRACLE MAKER

 

The ugly duckling has
grown to swan

The worm's
purple wings
were by Love drawn

Night's spawn
has birthed
the dawn

Sleeping Beauty is
awakened
by the King's pawn

14

JASMINE SCENT

 

The South Wind
for the evening
has donned
jasmine scent

15

BLOOM AND BUTTERFLY

 

The bloom and butterfly
ask not which is
clad in more beautiful
clothes

.. ones shining wings
the others pastels....
how beautiful when she
arose
from the petals of the rose

16

BEAUTY MAGNET

 

As many chipped away
in building ladders,
Ganesha on a high hill
looking oer the thousands
on the plains below..
unfurled his infinite trunk
and selected her of the
most beautiful heart..
for that was what
drew his magnet

..wound his trunk around
her waist..
and lifted
her up to the plateau
of grace

(to Jan)

17

GIFT OF BEAUTY

 

She did not want
in that life that
beauty be bequeathed

..

she did not want
the wrapping
to be more beautiful
than the gift..

nor the unwanted lust
of men following her

as if she were
a dog in heat..
nor the jealousy of women

to bar her from their

hearts.... nor
to see her body as

any more than the glove
of Spirit

but she found the test
too strong

18

FIR TREE IN THE SUN

Branches of the fir
tree still covered in
snow..

but melting in the sun

.. are both snowlace shawl

and jeweled rhinestones

.. yet it is the melting

drops

which in the sun glow

19

BEJEWEL WITH DEW

 

With her 8 thimbles

on hands so nimble

she weaves through

the night

... but not til

dawn is her web

bejeweled with dew

.. shining with

the sun

20

MISS MOSS

 

Miss Moss
.. has been busy
for many years
painting many rocks
jade.. some tree trunks
iridescent green
... water is always
on her brush

She works
from dawn's blush
to soft evening's hush
ever helped by
angels'

wingrush

21

AARON SHIKLER

 

Do angels sit on the head of a pin?
Some souls of those whom Aaron paints..
sit on the point of his brush..
others hover round the room

.. in their portraits..
the eyes.. are the gates

22

BEAUTY

 

a beautiful child
is sometimes pedophiled
a fancy car
does thieves attract
the loveliest blooms
are sometimes plucked
beauty is by self rejecters attacked

23

INSPIRATION'S OARS AND LIME DRIPS

 

The oars of inspiration
dip gently into the lake of memory
stirring up the past..
while a semi-lime rains
gently into a cup of berry tea

24

TIDEPOOL EYES

 

Tidepool eyes do fill
with what Spirit does oerspill

25

COLOR FRAMED IN WHITE

 

Anne Lindbergh says
beauty is framed in space...
as curators frame
rainbows and coats of
many colors in white.

26

BEAUTY BEYOND ACTION

 

Like the bees to the bloom
drawn only by unseen perfume
To her heart are all hearts drawn
and witness they her rising dawn.
Dwelling forever in Tiger's Eye
she needs take no worldly action.
All her prayers Godfulfilled
by the power of Love's attraction.
What is her beauty's secret spring?
Holiness.. Wholeness
beyond fraction.
What is her charisma's source?
Loving all she brooks no faction.

(to M Felver)

27

WEST WIND IS COMING TO THE BALL

 

The West Wind
is coming to the ball
with jeweled rhinestone
raindrops in her wavy
hair..
scented by rose, peony, lilac
and jasmine

28

RIBBON'S BOW

 

Those who too much love the ribbon's
bow..
may not untie the box of power

29

WINGS OF TEAL

 

Sweet cockatiel
.. with wings of teal
.. when she flies
merges her blue
with the aqua sky's hue

30

LIPSTICKED CORPSE, RED DYED HOT DOG

 

The morgue beautician's
task was to paint lipstick
on corpses.
The meat processor's
job was to inject
red dye no.2
into corpses..
(in some cases
while he was
still alive..
still corpus)
that hot dogs look
red, not brown

31

FRAGRANCE FREQUENTS

 

Fragrance
visits fresh fruit frequently.

and crosssection of lime
held to the light
is translucent with sun's
glowing
frequencies.

32

CORNFIELD FRAMED

 

A gold green cornfield
in white Queen Anne's lace
framed..
a cornfield into which
no harvester put his
heavy killing tread

33

MOON SLIVERS

 

Through the sky
the moon sails
Through the sea
she reflected slides
but through the
tree branch sieves
and through
cloud sleeves
she comes on
silver slippers
... leaving
behind her
footprints of
silver slivers

34

BEAUTY'S TRUNK

 

As many chipped away
in ladder building
Ganesha on a high hill
looking oer the thousands
on the plains below..
unfurled his infinite trunk
and selected Jan of the
most beautiful heart..
for that was what
drew his magnet
..wound his trunk around
her waist.. and lifted
her up to the plateau
of grace

35

GREEN UNIFORMS.. AND SPIES

 

Those leaves in olive green uniform
felt more vulnerable than the
individually clad blossoms
but it was the blooms..
in their plain clothes..
who were classified as spies
and nearly their heads cut off

36

SAGARADHAR: GOD HOLDS THE SEA

 

Rocking Cradle
of the World
Sunset Stairway to
the Stars
Only by Great Masters
Trod
Only Written on by GOD

37

SMOKERISE TRINITY

 

The smoke of frankincense
earth transcends.
On the charcoal campfire
below its smokerise
the steam from
the pot of berry tea
upcurls.
These 3 streams entwine into trinity....
while from the windswept willowwoods
upwings a wren

38

NAVY BLUE EPAULETS

 

We saw deep navy blue light
from her aura..
rest on her shoulders like
epaulets.. her medals
were unseen..
and the more precious

OPRAH

Oh Oprah God did make her
a perfect size eight
as God in the past had
clothed her in weight
Sometimes only those
with extra pounds ringed
can squeeze through the hearts of the suffering

39

MONOCHROME PEACE

 

all the blue..
of sky and sea
spreads their peace
spreads their peace
all the whitewashed homes
in the isles of Greece
spreads their peace
spreads their peace
and the bluemorninggloried
rooftops of Mexico
attract the bees
without surcease
without surcease

(* my mother
described the exhilaration of coming down a mountain in Mexico
seeing every roof covered in blue morning glories)

40

FLITTING THRUSH

 

Have you ever seen a saffron field
  full of bright orange stars  
a tiger lily meadow blush
  strewn with dottings of paintbrush
a fruited tree studded with
a flock of flitting thrush

(to Nancy L whose father gave
each of his children a flower..
hers was the tiger lily)

41

IRIS PARCHMENT

 

As always of old
the iris bud unfolds
her gilded parchment
of background gold

but the eye's iris
will unroll
the endless scroll
of her own soul
past where sea
foals
past the shoals
past dry land's
attempts to control

42

DAWN GREETING

 

dusk clouds setting
the sun did firesinge
gold fingered glowing
with adoring tinge
and then he slid away
but brought out his final rays
..
a light filled syringe
squirted last cloud with
a rosy fringe
and then he was gone
or so we thought
until he dripped through
morning's gate hinge

43

ROTTEN APPLE

 

Any rotten apple's
core-freed seeds
can clothe the earth in
orchards apple-treed.

Of honey bees it is the creed
that the sweetest dew
lies in hearts of
the most rejected weeds.

44

TWINKLING AND TRICKLING

 

.. Touching our fingers
the stream that trickles
.. Wanding our eyes
the stars that twinkle
.. Touching our mouth
mangodrops tingle
.. Touching our ears
windchimes tinkle

..
all the senses..
the gateways to God

45

SEPARATION OR ONENESS

 

Many want beauty
vernal
to be eternal
... preferring
separate form
to Oneness
with the Infinite

46

NOT PETITE

 

the oak tree mourned
that she could no
longer wear
the tiny pot
in which she
as a sapling grew
..
until she saw
the oak tree
next to her

47

WINTER RYE

 

The wind is waving
the winter rye
.. its gold glows
neath charcoal grey sky

48

SOULCATCHER

 

From Joan Baez, Dick Gregory
and Lawrence Ferlinghetti
to the swirls and whirls
which furl in spaghetti
through his camera
he is a soulcatcher

(to Chris Felver)

49

CLOISTERED CLUSTERS

 

"What ostentation"
said the puritan mowed lawn
of the sunlight's orchestration
of his neighbor's orchid nations.
"How vulgar" echoed
another..
re the cloistered cluster
of violets' shy lustre.
"Garish trollopes" resounded
a shaded wallflower not dancing
like the sunflowers with the sun.

 

 

 

BRIEF POEMS TO BEAUTY SHINING THROUGH EXTERNAL FORM

*1

From the Bubble Blower, the moon rises and floats
*2
Foamwake disappears from the whale tail.. dries up.. the snailtail
*3
Hawaiian breadfruit... shed your Joseph's coat of many colors..
your 1000 panes of stained glass mosaic.. and become 10,000 breadfruit
trees
*4
10,000 brush strokes of the master artist... equal not the perfect
paintings of the pure mirror
*5
Fall's leafless orange berried bush foiled by blue sky.. a pointilist
painting
*6
The goddess of the sun retires for the night through clouds spreading
her fan made of rays of light
*7
Cut the Diamond river swords through the whiteblanketed greensward
*8
The fragrance of a rose does enthrall
every Rao, Smith, Ali and Rosenthal
*9
The white rose of Uganda has the same aroma
as the deep purple rose which grows in Roma.
*10
Beautiful the scent of the tobacco flower
but the leaves which helped weave the fragrance
are excluded in many places. Is she advertising smoking
by releasing her aroma to the air? Who can divorce her
from slaveowners?
*11
God who painted living oysters' shells with crushed pink pearl
wants them left alone
*12
It is the Lord's leela, He who lets
unscroll lilies and lilacs and violets
*13
Fernfurl, chrysanthemumcurl, lilyswirl, wisteriawhirl
and sunflowertwirl
*14
With early stars have fireflies
asterisked the evening skies
*15
The greenleaved grapevine does a tightroping straight
line... along the windstirred clothesline
and a wavy Miss Penn banner on the young pine
*16
The old ailanthus many humans found peccable
but the woodpecker delighted in her status peckable
*17
The wind paddled the puddles, the lily padded ponds, and played the
pea'd pods and
pansies pied.
*18
lily pad plates... spheres with rims.. raindrops fill
them to the brim
*19
A grey cloudcloak mutes the crimson leaves of oak.
Scarlet embers shrouded by grey ash and smoke.
*20
Did not the apple blossoms fall, there'd be no cider in the
fall.
*21
The sun paintbrush dapples the woods into apples
*22
A clover veil.. violets the vale neith skies cloudclad or when ultraviolet sun prevails.
*23
The full moon has spilled her silver paint cans onto the seastage. Some has splattered onto the cloud curtains
*24
Flames of mornlight... the cotton clouds do ignite
*25
The curvenecked clover lamps hang oer a London sidewalk's cobbles shedding purple light in their wee world
*26

Before the falls, the sheen of shanti. At the falls
sheets of shakti.
*27
On the stepping stones in the pool... snow has made
a pillow for each rock stool*

*28

A feathergowned crane flies through the forest
like Cinderella fleeing the ball.. but now the Prince of Peace
comes into the hall
*29
Dawn rhodescent, jeweled by moon crescent
*30
Fragrant fireweed fringes fire hydrants.
*31
The comet's tail, an orange light trail.
*32
Under gold dandelion parasols, beetles lie in the beach
of green grass, looking at the blue skysea beyond.
*33
Several lamps make a shack lovely.. more than a dark palace
as the light of the holy makes any face beautiful
*34
In the folds of the fields Mother Earth has
.. phlox.. foaled... she has phlox unfolded
*35
The spider web dewjeweled and studded with samara stars
..has not done harm
*36
The secret spring, the aquifer.. helps the knitting
of new needles for the aqua fir
*37
As Michelangelo's vision of David's divinity freed him
from his marble block, so women of size plumpkin can
free themselves from their body coach of pumpkin
*38
Flowering grass spire, dew-wanded, a green exclamation point!
*39
Young souls love beauty. Older souls worship the beauty of love.

---------
Footnote: Robert Frost was at a dinner party on a porch. Someone asked him
about the lovely sunset. He replied 'I never discuss business
after dinner.' He said that delight at a thought caused him to pick up
his pen (paraphrased) .
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49 not short 39 short

Clover Veil is to Veronica L. T.
Sundaram is Sanskrit for beauty

A HEART FULLBLOWN
AARON SHIKLER
APPLESAUCE 2
BEAUTY
BEAUTY MAGNET
BEAUTY BEYOND ACTION
BEJEWEL WITH DEW
BEAUTY: NOT ALWAYS A GIFT
BEAUTY'S TRUNK
BLOOM AND BUTTERFLY
CLOISTERED CLUSTERS
COLOR FRAMED IN WHITE
CORNFIELD FRAMED
DAWN GREETING
FIR TREE IN THE SUN
FLITTING THRUSH
FRAGRANCE FREQUENTS
GIFT OF BEAUTY
GREEN UNIFORMS AND SPIES
INSPIRATION'S OARS AND LIME DRIPS
IRISH IRIS
IRISH PARCHMENT
JASMINE SCENT
LIPSTICKED CORPSE, RED DYED HOT DOG
MISS MOSS
MONOCHROME PEACE
MOON SLIVERS
NAVY BLUE EPAULETS
NOT PETITE
OPRAH
RACHMANINOFF AND MALININA
RIBBON'S BOW
ROTTEN APPLE
SAGARADHAR
SEPARATION OR ONENESS
SMOKERISE TRINITY
SOULCATCHER
TIDEPOOL EYES
TIME THE MIRACLE MAKER
TWINKLING AND TRICKLING
VERONICA'S CLOVER VEIL
WEST WIND IS COMING TO THE BALL
WINGS OF TEAL
WINTER PALATE
WINTER RYE
XUE SHEN AND HONGBO ZHAO

Sagaradhar is Sanskrit for God the support of the seas
Sundaram is Sanskrit for beauty

 

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one
to S Gleason and
to H R Fraser

Author's Notes/Comments: 

to S Gleason and
to H R Fraser

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PICTURES AT AN EXHIBITION

In Picasso I see the form

A kaliedoscope of shapes

Of objects and humanity

Jumbled and realigned

A true prismatic view

Of twentieth century new



In Van Gogh I see the color

From his vivid mind's eye

A wheat field in a blazing sun

Bursts from a speckled canvas

A bolt of warmth and joy

To soothe a tortured soul



In Monet I see the light

In all its wonderous shades

How it dazzles off the snow

And how it seems to hide

In shadows of the trees

In multitudes of blue



But in you I see it all

More than pictures on a wall

A vision to behold

A form to make me whole

More colors than a rainbow

A light to light my soul

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Brown Sugar

Tall and handsome

Dark-toned brotha of sophistication

Deep brown eyes framed with confidence

Chiseled jaw that speaks articulate words

Golden honey hue

Voluptuous lips that provoke glances

Cause hate from other brothas

Admiration from sistas

Structured hands of strength

Work wonders with what's natural

Concerning the glistening waves of hair

Trimmed goatee

Manicured nails

Gyrating syrupy sweet vibes to passerbys

Taking their minds on natural highs

The ultimate floor plan for a man

Sistas become hypnotized

With that mesmerizing stride

Rock on brotha

Rock on

Author's Notes/Comments: 

No one in particular. Just wanted to scuplt an image without using a chisel and a pick.

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