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Ideaphor

This would be the 25th Collection

A Wealth of Dart

"River of Dart, Oh River of Dart!
Every year thou claimest a heart."

Come ride with me on this Kayak
Built on my ribcage’s ragged flow
Come ride with me on this rising
Whitewater risking all that you have
For I have searched for whitewaters
I have sung the rapids and all their

Physical force-rings that craft all the
Waves I have marked their gradients
Constrictions obstructions and their
Pulsating rates of flows all that form
The flow of gold in liquid forms you
Come and ride with me on this Kayak

And see how my body bears the kisses
Of whitewaters and their songs how it
Moists yours in a heated monsoon of
Aqua lights forever I sung in the solid
Liquidity of life’s wealth I am in the flow
Of River Dart I am carrying the wealth

Of Dart emmaphire all that I have all is
In this Kayak this grey silver Kayak come
Ride with me and I shall tell you how the
Currents fluctuate resonating our white
River hearts our red river hearts our sung
River hearts for I have sung these oaks

For I have born out these freshwaters
Foams these rise-water falls and these
Magnanimous flows all that flows from
East and West running and rising towards
This falling gravity’s invisible pull-rivers
The Dart heartily flows on its back singing

Strainers sweepers holes waves pillows
Under current rocks eddies and sieves
Of whitewater rising and running and
Forming promontory prime possibilities
Of dreams of rias and you the ria of the
Kayak the beating heart of this motional

Aquanim of white foaming white forming
The River Dart the wealth of my Dart come
Ride with me on this Kayak be my body’s
Boat or make me your’s shape but come for
I have come from the valley of rivers merging
In crystal green with white running as one flow

Come sing with me my wealth of Dart on this
Kayak and rise to the moon-lit moors like grey
Silver madness of moist and magnanimous mist
Come ride with me and I will show you the
Wealth of my Dart for you do not know how
The River Dart flows a bloom East and West

Risen castles of Kingswear Dartmoor risen
All rising this jewelling of motion and flow
All whitewater all white whirling white-go
Motional sonata of our Kayak all blending
In the formation of a sea-fall forming you
And I in a song of our own solitude grey

Come ride with me and I will show you
Where the wealth is of The Dart where
The emeralds are of my Dart and where
The diamonds are hidden of its soul come
To this Kayak this Kayak be my body’s boat
Or make me your body’s shape but come

And ride with me I who come from the
Home of the River the fall the whitewater
Fall and I shall show you how an oak sing
And how you dance in the floating moon’s
Marks and I will tell you how life is of what
You touch and you have done you the flow

Of all that is motion all that is flow all that
Glow all that is hue and high of this plane
This flow of coming together this flow for
You have sung my heart in a disarrayed
Breaking up in flow of love and longing
Come and claim my wealth of Dart come

Come and flow between the laminar and
Turbulent flows and only form and foam
All that is you and all that is I all in a song
Of a summer rise and autumns falls and
Beyond time and its temporal calls let us
Ride on this Kayak this Kayak and make

Me yours come ride with me my wealth of
Dart come draw my lights to rain rain like
The East and West Dart come meet me where
The waters come forming an aqua supernova
White white and high come and sing me and
Let me hear your voice flow at Dartmeet heat

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Ideaphor

How do I clay out this coral symphony!
How do I lay my clayed words to moist
The music in what I hear surrounding out!
How do I encompass this compassless in?

Here high and low all height and all hue
Here we all in the grasp of a fragrant fall
In this hall where a waltz is waving out
See smell touch taste and hear to reach

How do I colour this cupid co-relation
In space wearing time all come together
An image it is not nor is it a melancholy
Landscape or orchestral thralls and waltz

How do I capture this nature beyond call?
This that is out of reach of just a metaphor
Where do I go other than where no one has
Been yet my boats and beats are the same

Of language, its soil, soul, myth and moulds
I am here with metaphoring marks and mints
I am in for a ride on the geometry of the rainbow
I am seeking an ideaphor to form this lone call

This is an orchestra put together as we speak
The symphony being composed as we seek
The right gradients and points and pressure
Joints: here colours are formed and notes are

Fermented: all the lights and the compounding
Darkness and their relations and the responses
Interactions: here seeing alludes to hearing and
Smelling takes smouldering touch and taste toils

Into something a magnetic mushroom that can
Only be viewed in a sphere where all becomes
One: like the rainbow where all colours lose their
Lobsters and become the flow of static motion

The audience sits under the canopy of darkness
That hung from the dome: all dazzling darkness
All seated in the rain of anticipation's moist touch
Looking up at the stage where lights' glows lit all

The stage static: no instrument is played or strung
But vines of luminous green hung downward from
All walls that are in a flux flow: wind played notes
Flying about yet there are images thrown in on the top

Of the dome and the walls left right and back the images
Flush up and go creating further flushing notes added
To the existing music of the vines on the stage swirling
The building is struck by the low lightning of the moon

In this valley of crickets and night flies playing low-note
In a moist fragrant silver fumes rising upwards slowly
And all this comes in as living broadcast onto the stage
The out is in with the notes and the frame of fragrance

The building top where spires rise up like willed masts
Towards the heaven where stars are staring in roles of
Open ended questions of relations and reorientations in
A wonder-strung slow motion marvel of space and time

And there comes the movement from somewhere out
Golden velvet brown leaves blown inwards through
A tunnel awash in lights on wind's winding mouth
Blown in together in a dance: now is heard and seen

The images of that flow glow out onto the stage through
The orchestra of leaves in the wind as though a waterfall
Of music and images and speed and motion flowing over
That run towards the audience as a river that never was

And there goes the wind-chased leaves thrown upwards
Onto a domed home where they whirl up and down and
There they soak in soft touch of rain and there appears
A rainbow afar shining: the river flows towards the hall

And there fall the rain and the gold soft leaves flooding
Downhill throw pebbles and stones and the gushing
Of water spreads towards a space where there is no low
Where they are in one with something as what they are

The lightning rings thunder spins and rain rinses out
A coral clasp and there the moon rises in the sky and a
Melancholy nightingale sings and the seasons open up
And a chorus of motion shakes the dark dome of all

And there comes the glowing space and luminous
Stars in the glowing dark the whole of the out rises
In live broadcast on the roof that opens a window
To the heaven: a flock of birds fly in formation in a

Rhythmic elaboration somewhere on a wall where
A shoal of fishes silvers out the pearls of motion fast
An eagle sings a call towards his lover somewhere
Far out into the forest's breast and migrating penguins

Leave sound leaves music behind as they walk on ice
The thunder spins the lightning rings and the rain rinses
Out the inner notes of all: paintings displayed on a wall
Are nothing but cast images that falls one after another

Making marks of the music in relation to real and not
There come the bees in millions buzzing round and up
All comes the dawn and the sunset swirling up a sizeable
Cosmos of colours: call out of owls and flamingos sound

The babies laugh and the children play and the lovers
Search for the fires and silks to form the chemistry of
Poised genetic energies swelling up on their lips pushed
Up as particles of dancing enigma: all in one afire in tune

And there was the fragrance of rain vine and shine
The sounds of notes and the blended velvet of music
And the chorus that composed itself through out
The human bodies minds and spirits that sat there

And here comes spreading like the way moon spreads
The fragrances of wet flowers, blown leaves and moist
Earth and happy grass and the kiss of semi lights and
Deep dark and the impregnating music: the madness!

Audience smells of roses and jasmine and bite strawberries
And they rise as like the shining moon over which fly by
The hypnotized clouds carrying possibility's rain-child
They are in the highest of note of the symphony: sung

All in one all swirling out all dancing all imaging in
All touch and taste all smell and see all hear and near
A metaphor is not enough to bring this close home
I stand up and open my mouth to call in an ideaphor

Here where we sit all dried and wet moist and hot
All cold and heated and hoisted and lowered and soft
Strong and sublime where all comes together in a liquid
Mead of marked joys: a rainbow ideaphor we are one

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Candle of the Universe

I think of things like windows made of puddles
I measure things like the shapes and drawings
Made of rain waters on the pavements where
Lights then play symphony of photons falling

I think of mirrors and how they curve us in a
Plateau that is unreachably untouchable to our
Reaches and then the connections they left to
The reality in which we rise and fall like waves

I think of trees on the car windows forming a
Dark picture and yet the wind’s work on the
Source making the picture move as though
Life has got into it by some correlated magic

I think of this and that which somehow are
Surely connected by means and measures
We cannot yet fathom and shell out their
Drawings for people to auction at Sotheby’s

I surely sing with notes that are unknown
In instruments people have not been trained
For by paid professors and luminaries who
Are much bigger than their boots and bones

Yet I think of your smile and simile lost I
Search for an uncultivated metaphor that
Can softly gently hold it and make it stay
Longer as if it is the candle of the universe

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Purple Clouds

On Christmas evening I went for a walk
In the quiet of the hours when people were
All indoors counting the short distant meal
All were in waiting to begin the hot feast

The wet expounded slabs on the pavement
Glistened in moist clarity of a peace shining
I walked touched by the transparent touch
I carried the connection that clasped me in

I looked up where the clouds displayed purple
Works of skyreal art the purple clouds spread
Keeping spaces of light blue sky to smile out
Through a soft purple screen almost lilac soft

I walked as I marked the low lights’ slow work
Still carried on in this evening that was dressed
In rain’s after shine: I thought of another sky by
A harbour and a window where a face might be
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The Green Vines on the Ocean-mouth

Three green pumpkin vines rose upwards
Onto the ocean-mouth of space fluorescent
In white explosion of lights spreading out
Towards all directions like fuel on space-fire

In the summer where things are in a hurried
Flux all abidding all abiding in all inclusive
Feast of expansion: all in a celebration-dance
Of reaching outward being in a singular song

On the fence the three green pumpkin vines
Rose upwards sparkling radiant in their green
Burning silvery soft hair taking in the offerings
The wind plays as though ocean waves flooding

In on the estuary of the vines forming them into
Three rivers reaching the sea all screaming of
Joys as they swing on fiery-silk touch of the
Wind: they dance growing upwards towards

The heaven: three slithering sibling snakes in
A race of being reaching outwards flowing out
Bound to being’s playground: oh! In lights how
They shine sway swing swim slither and sing!

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The Marriage of Elements

This fiery bridegroom who burns in fury of fire
And this enabling caring bride who helps burn
Dressed in desire’s diamonds their union went
To the unison coming together in this aqua kiss!

Hydrogen and Oxygen being two gas floating
Away in space burning and helping things burn
Yet their aqua magmatic kiss formed them in one
They form a state of heat a flowing duo-in one

Losing what they were alone they found what
They ought to be together a liquid flow of being
Flowing forever in an eternal serenade of glow
Bringing the love of seasons weathers and winds

They make love in different ways and means at
Different heat: in cold their bed is soft flowery
White in snow-flakes they float in a spread of
White falling and flying radiating soft diamond

In further cold their heat hoists them into moist
Solid transparent silver gold and they sing a song
Of tranquil magnetism radiating see through call
Of love being in a spread of cold’s radiant kisses

Pearls they spread in singing white and moist they
Sing and reflect the truth yet in the changed season
Of heat they melt in their moist coming out into a
Dancing liquid flow serenading while flowing out

Downhill and dancing singing through the space
Flowing and blowing and charging and changing
Bringing tender kisses and coral touch and there
We have all springs rivers lakes seas and oceans

All mossy and green all smiling in a velvet spread
Of thriving life all fern and moss all being in a set
Of rising opening blooming all in a rush of being
Wet moist and soft and hard and all opening gold

There the expression aqua rests and shifts a gear
At changing season of heat they spread again in
A thinner presence and they form white scarves
Of their love now in the air fathoming the white

They float in the high wind being carried out
Onto mountains and deserts and dry and hot
Lands they offer shadows of cool and winds
Have a reason to blow and they gather them

In the high heaven in the sky their soft white
Kissogram spreads they form a deeper weight
And colours they run fast heavy and pregnant
Reaching mountains falling over wetting all on

Down pouring warmth of aqua they are now
Dancing aqua-children murmuring down hill
Being in shine of falling enlivening all the way
They begin this new season again of flowing

In this states the fiery bridegroom and the bride
Now as one make love through varying seasons
Their strength of bond makes the wind to chase
A system of weather: blooming life’s imsonium

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To Read the Following Poems Follow the Links

The Inner Phantom

I Search for the Myth of Life

Circularity of Our Understanding

Playing I do with Words

I’m no Macbeth

The Straight Line Theory

Keep Falling Starlike

A House of Clouds in the Sky

The Bud Dramatics

Sizzling

My Dun Eideann

Dùn Èideann forever making the sky cry
Majestic hilly reaches castling the heaven
When I drove through you you caverned
In my depth so silently that words almost
Hurt and in rain there was still sun raining
On you shining this glory of high-heaven

You radiant glistening a goddess out of sea
White silver black purple in rain-sun duo
Silver a wet mirror of the crying sky happy
Even in crying for who will not cry if they
Loved you and if they want to hold you
I was crying almost as I left through your
Heaven-sprung open doorway to the north

See in epic imagination
Across times and geographies
Heavens always rose like grand roses on
The hyacinth heights of lands
And you are no myth but Eden
Sung into the rising myths of my being: youden
You Dun Eideann
You Eeden in my eyes
You who hide my eyes in your expanse
Eeden Edinburgh The hyacinth heights of lands
Your majestic hilly reaches castling the heaven
Swaying my heart like the wind on Edinburgh Bridge

Your palms forming this wayward high
Wired letting go the bridge in coral steel
High-heaven punctuated a regalia passage
The Athens of the North you were Athena
On my back as I drove through your heart
Inverness-bound I was already Edinburgh-
Lost and you spoke: ‘You will come back!

Won’t you? Won’t you?’ As the curtain of
Steel frames ran passed my window wet
By lines of silver rain drops that formed
Fluid sphered silverine eyes I had no word
To speak for I was still feeling the heat of
The stamp of your stamp on my heart mute

See in epic imagination
Across times and geographies
Heavens always rose like grand roses on
The hyacinth heights of lands
And you are no myth but Eden
Sung into the rising myths of my being: youden
You Dun Eideann
You Eeden in my eyes
You who hide my eyes in your expanse
Eeden Edinburgh The hyacinth heights of lands
Your majestic hilly reaches castling the heaven
Swaying my heart like the wind on Edinburgh Bridge

I did come back to you once again to flow over
Your hair of lights sky-ionised gold-brown shine
That fostered the day into an airy fairy flow of
Goings on of people over the tenements and roads
I did come back and oh the funfair of a happy you
I was mirroring an ocean holding you swimming

I did come back and stopped on reality’s raw door
Pizza Hut lunch car parking and getting even a
Ticket to show I was and you too were in another
Place-shape-continuum yet did I sing Did I get it
The wounds in my soul as you marked the lovebites
You must now know Must you now know Eeden

See in epic imagination
Across times and geographies
Heavens always rose like grand roses on
The hyacinth heights of lands
And you are no myth but Eden
Sung into the rising myths of my being: youden
You Dun Eideann
You Eeden in my eyes
You who hide my eyes in your expanse
Eeden Edinburgh The hyacinth heights of lands
Your majestic hilly reaches castling the heaven
Swaying my heart like the wind on Edinburgh Bridge

And I left towards Glasgow on my back your eyes
Where I was all two floating images getting smaller
You were no image but a light-crafted-goddess and
Always getting wider deeper broader and deepening
I was forever listening to this call to go back to go back
And will I ever do For I am no Scot you know I am not

Will there ever be a Burns night for me! Will you ever
Dance with me bringing heaven and earth skin to skin
Face to face? Your breathe making me an ocean rising
And mine forming you into a rising bloom of your soul
Will you ever take me to the Hogmanay and kiss me to
Madness so that the cold becomes our skin-cashmere

See in epic imagination
Across times and geographies
Heavens always rose like grand roses on
The hyacinth heights of lands
And you are no myth but Eden
Sung into the rising myths of my being: youden
You Dun Eideann
You Eeden in my eyes
You who hide my eyes in your expanse
Eeden Edinburgh The hyacinth heights of lands
Your majestic hilly reaches castling the heaven
Swaying my heart like the wind on Edinburgh Bridge

Even if not I will keep you in the breast of my soul
Hiding like Lochness Monster people will forever
Wonder and ponder and still there will be more to
Find the grandeur that you planted in my eyes and
Deeper soil of my soul that will be singing your name
Do grant me a space to be a cloud a flower in your hair

Does it matter that I made you into a Myth? Does it
At all matter that I made you into a goddess and my
Self an ocean and you are forever swimming over my
Waters and playing on with my waves singing away
For you are my Dun Eideann you are my Eeden Eden
I am happy being your ocean stay a goddess singing

See in epic imagination
Across times and geographies
Heavens always rose like grand roses on
The hyacinth heights of lands
And you are no myth but Eden
Sung into the rising myths of my being: youden
You Dun Eideann
You Eeden in my eyes
You who hide my eyes in your expanse
Eeden Edinburgh The hyacinth heights of lands
Your majestic hilly reaches castling the heaven
Swaying my heart like the wind on Edinburgh Bridge

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Love of Crows

Today I am going to write the wrong against the crows
And change the murder of crows to mean a simple flock
Of them into something suitably majestic and manifolds

In their dark glistening ocean-velvetine attires that speak
Always with the subtlety of the sun-always making no-
Colour dazzles all in multiple combined with their joy

Of simply reflecting on the dancing rain of photons on
Their brimming dark feathers being the physical shape
And feature of the no-shape dark-membraned-universe

Today I stand to write the wrong against the crows
Against Carolus Linnaeus’ Systema Naturae and I
Will say a flock of crows is not a murder of crows

But love of crows a love of crows for they crow out
Colours out of its lack and magnificence in forms
That may not mark up to our taste if we are shut

Thus I give you the love of crows for today I have
Witnessed two of them making nothing but love
A crowck and a crowan in a togetherness of dark-

Fire they were on the sun-flooded roof of the house
Where time offered an awe-stoned stare of silence
Lost like myself watching the silence bloom in black

Between these two birds that were there connected
Between their bodies a light of magnetism beyond
Our calls: I give them names crowck and crowan

Since we never even thought of words to offer to
A male and a female a home of some kind for they
Seemed dark and thus gatekeepers of hell or some

Forms of things devilish evil: fear is what comes
Of lack of knowing fear is what forms us into shut
Cubicles of prejudices: here I give you a male crow

A crowck and a female a crowan that today showed
Me the high-land reach of heaven in living being a
Beings’ bloom in shape and moments of being lost

And that they are of love of crows and not what could
Make them appear killing for we are the ones ought
To be given a name of murder of men not these crows

On the roof green and golderange moss danced in lights
Of the spring and white circles of paints of some kinds
Painted the roof all wet in spring’s spectacles singing

They brought the universe to a spring-still steeling
In the will of coming together forming a oneness for
Life: together they were beneath the jubilant lights

She stood quivering as a shaken dark earth with a
Burning core radiating fire of dark magma in a low
High pitched sound and keeping still in the motion

She let him swim over her body’s pulsating waves
Where he flapped his wings that rowed the air-lights
And a higher pitched sounds of him rose and flowed

Like fire-waves circling out: two of these circles inter
Woven flowed outwards taking the fire and the frills
The sign of their high-reach velvetine peak in frozen

Eternity they were a fire of darkness where darkness
Was the lights where black was the fire where fire
Was the sounds of waves of interwoven fires of their

Love that floated away over the body of the space
And the ether of air and finally he released himself
Off her touch flying away a joy of a black-fire-arrow

She on the other hand sat still gathering her body
Post-quake trembling in a softening spread of her
Feathers all wet in lights and moments’ love bites

Where eternity became one over the other fragranced
Screeching in high-pitched sonar fire engulfing them
Both in a height of magnetism and fire of dark rising

The love of crows-the love of crows sang the spring
And there will be the song of crows lighting the way
In tomorrows to come waits song-simps-possibilities

That she fostered in the rain of the memories of heat
In the touches of lights that bore his left out reaches
Deep in every cell’s electrified spread ionised depth

He sat on the other end of the expressive landscape of
Love that they formed that hung in the air like a silk of
Their souls binding them still together in black-diamond

Still resonating her glowing eyes that bloomed in lights
His heaven must be still on fire raging in a calm of joys
They are one forever in a rewinding foreplay afterwards

In eternity they were a-fire darkness where darkness
Was the lights where black was the fire where fire
Was the sounds of waves of interwoven loves: being

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Matter-flakes

In the heat of extreme season of matters under fire
Pressures ferocious requires changes fast fury-like
Definitive: stages shift like gear-change beating flow
Of time: the heat melts matter into a thinning liquid

That flows into steam and further breakage into a
State where the violent thumping continues on
Breaking matters’ elemental nucleic form into
A flow of matter-flakes diamond-dust photons

They flow outwards away in a dance of being
Becoming impossible bearers: fluorescent glow
Carrying the songs of matters into music of
Waves and spectrum of colours that play in

Black’s endless playground spelling out things
Into shapes sizes and locations where colours
Light’s children fall on the field of white garden
And they dance up down here there everywhere

Creating the rainbow fountain dance of colours
Coral they make the world where darkness holds
The flow of being in a wider deeper care-pressure
That continues being’s symphony in an anti-flux

Pressures or pains motion pace and time pearl out
What it is that we are flowing in a state expanding
That makes matter-flakes and we flow on: in the end
Pains is a rain that makes us monsoon and into being

There are ways of being that are limit bound fixed
We are in different length being in a different way
In summer in one in winter another being as much
As we can take in the challenges of arrows and hits

The stars resourcing the sources of seasons of the
Iguanas and icicles all taking in pains to reach joys
Of lights, colours, rays and their motional flowing
Out that set out our reach as far as we could take

In and out we spin flow and glow in waves and flows
Creating all that shine and shimmer so long we are
Having the will to be in a matter-flakes round of out
Voyage: thus living is not just the song but the being

Into a song that takes all that one can make break and
Sing out without expecting of the end-bound bounce
Reaching outwards towards Ithaca’s fathomless spread
Pain’s end is joy’s beginning in a matter-flakes music

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To Read the Following Poems Follow the Links

The Inner Phantom

I Search for the Myth of Life

Circularity of Our Understanding

Playing I do with Words

I’m no Macbeth

The Straight Line Theory

Keep Falling Starlike

A House of Clouds in the Sky

The Bud Dramatics

Sizzling

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