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Poetry is the magic germinating out of the miracle of life
Imsidina Songs
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120 The power is pulling all resources together to begin something soulful? 119 Can I call out this bewildering build up of black and white storm? 118 A call a silk ribbon call out of the moon-misty night marvelled in my dream
117 Two quivering scarlet lips rising through thick mist in a dream 116 The round about that shows the sign of your home is fog-egged
115 This open window this open road this open book all shut now
114 Pure purple clouds will you take this dark note to the port of paradise?
113 Where do broken dream ships and a wounded wings seagulls end up I wonder
112 The phrase that phased you in me said: Igloo Gold when I was a boy
111 Number you are not but my colours and their song sheet 110 The pier goes deeper into the sea leaving its light reflection on dark water lit by the moon
110 Every breathe I take makes me richer for I suck the pearls out of them 109 When the night lights up her bedroom of darkness I sleep in quiet counting
108 My loneliness lingers like fragrance of spring that has drunk you 107 These sparkles in your eyes and these lights in mine are connected shapes 106 I think of you like clouds think of mountain 105 History’s made up memories disputed and dug out in the dark 104 Sam sang the solid sanguine song that she knew and stuck to her gun. 103 Copy not at no time make your will will and work hard 102 I speak of spikes and sparks both sing the songs of truth 101 In the imsiminous hour in the imsidinous shower I ring the bell of words
100 A century sighs for some untouchable voids keep forming clouds 99 Love is not in the air rather there where you blend all things fragrant
98 This rain painted glistening grass spells a refreshment even in the cold
97 I think of ships and harbours and their coming home
96 Thermal radiance up and down brings the seasons
95 Now is near both gone and to come: some position!
94 My body is a shoal of cells sealed in the unity of silver membranes 93 The script unfolds the inner scriptures of things 92 There is no music in no connection lapsing chords falling in place 91 Fear foils us like tin foil undo that unholy thing rise up
90 Sing insam ring mansum call the winter to heat the spring
89 Kiss is the dish made of four little petals of a flower blooming 88 This year is ending bending into eternity’s rendition tent
87 It plays safe when you agree it ought to sing equally when one disagrees
86 These omsantian aurelian words meanlinglessly light take them 85 Numbers rise high and low slowly count the beauty’s beats
84 River Thames tames the city with delights of her high and low flows
83 They want walls and wallabies all in boxed up imports or exports
82 Imsum onsana indina onsapa umnisma oonasim 81 Beats beating bare bones of silence and sampling the sapphires
80 Only the power of word magic I command in the cold and heat
79 Once they will call an English poet home who wore wrong coloured jacket
78 This broken glass hatred bruises you why not melt it and let it flow out
77 This nest where things are nestled in motion’s clasp lie our place
76 Talking of seasons listen to them changing the water’s being
75 In my palms I hold a firm space a living thing for you
74 Pain and joy alternate the monotone mindful of your flaws Go Up 73 In the sky the night drives her dark chariot charging on through the space
72 I give you this straight line of a poem: bend it if you can in a circle
71 Seeking solid shapes in a flux of things unfolding magic’s matrix
70 Do not please do not seek solid cause for what I write but take it 69 Tell me ring my bell and sell me not anything but tell me your note
68 Night’s love bite in a spread of white diamond dew on the grass 67 Plush green grass green gorgeous my garden shines winter’s love
66 You are what I call my space that shapes my thoughts in weaving fields
65 This place this space this sphere where I am is areal 64 Speak as if God can hear you and your voice will become gold
63 Stretch your arm as though it is elastic and can reach infinity’s end
62 Look where you are you will find the scene that requires your attention
61 One two three where you are dig your knee in the grass
To Read the Following Poems Follow the Links Circularity of Our Understanding
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60 Listen to the voices of people see how their dreams landscape them out
59 Home-temple you build keep it temple like
58 Going home: you are at home all the time
57 This line is short enough to tie you in embrace 56 This line is long enough to ribbon you around light
55 Pains find their way into your pots and pans flush them out in music
54 There is always something to sing about find it
53 When you are fed up fix a red tomato and look at it afresh
52 The dawn dawns in a beginning start a new line: sing
51 Between here and there connects two speakers in relation
50 In the lonely place where I walk pain’s path I look for larks and sparks
49 I know knowing is not all living makes its nest
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The earth early riser responds to the dawn chorus
47 Hinge on the door the door hinges on the hinge and the house?
46 Trust the beats trust the knitting links that form us 45 If I call your name it is because you call mine in my tongue
44 I breathe in air that floats in on the river of the wind
43 This line lines up a path all straight going to the lake
42 Thoughts are my jasmine nights for you to wonder in
41 And be unlike me and not like him and surely not like her
40 Begin carrying a bag that is too big too short and too out of reach 39 This and that hat bat and rat and their calls must call in sick
38 Am trained to train workers that work and not work out of line 37 I am asked to make money while I can only print notes of wind
36 In my dreams there are screams of children that are locked in schooldustry
35 It is you who I am speaking of it is you that faces the mirror
34 You are not going to laugh at my cost, oh, no, not at my expense!
33 This flesh and this flush car together they are metal metally flawed 32 So do not call Sophie to say you are a song when you are a soggy sod!
31 Gathering rubbish forming a grammar of waste technically you are dead
30 Live in the long hand of the shorthand that tells you be in a hurry 29 Far out into the depth of nothing there is still music forming 28 I write your rites and wrongs where all has gone astray 27 You read a book here is one: the mirror 26 Follow this squirrel that jumps over the city wall looking for his nuts 25 The traffic flows the lights and the noises work well yet machines mark our length 24 Silence seems solid and still and no spark seems plausible 23 I am in love with Irenium where isles are coral and I am in touch with pearls
22. I will tell you Neil his name is not Will and he lacks the will to seal your murky deal 21 They always like to put people in their places all fixed in like bricks in walls 20 They ask for my tick on a box and I give them an infinite one 19. They want me to name my group I give them oceans 18 They wanted a woopsey map and I give them my palms
17 I began the bright birding up where all birds fly light without passports
16 You called my name and it blew me like a kite 15 Buy the tickets to go to heaven but how are you going to fly?
14 Lost is not found love is not gathered in a calculator’s display
13 The wind is my ring and I call in the notes to note my melodies
12 Speak as though poetry is a magnetic flowing out 11 Love is to be a flow to farm a climate of musical mess on a map
10 I give you grasping power to grab the magic marbles: grab
9 May peace pearl out through your every beat and bone 8 Everyone is no one but all that is none I call you as in I 7. Come and walk with me my hands are holding hyacinth-time
6. Sing this silent song that refracts through the white clouds in lights 5.
I call in response of calls that are beyond audibility’s grasp
4. Here where near and far fork out the map of a new country 3. Measure this spread that piles all poles and ends in a silent song
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Counting all coral calls of silence I gather a basket of sonar pebbles
1 In one little life’s laurel light of a line I give you photon call
Circularity of Our Understanding
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