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The poems come in sudden gust of unreal wind
You come as a poem-spring where I sit and listen
A brook falling a book opening: an eye, two eyes
49
Each thought a rose-bud in silent garden-heart
Where now rises a rose Nile calling all the calls
All you get is roses flowing calling your name
48
Forming a delta where comes the rushing gushing
Water off the flowing running high coming down
It is always a flow always a dance of motioning on
47
Lonely corner where grows the melancholy mark
The marking of time the aching of heart’s hopes
Lonely corner grows melancholy floral metaphors
46
I give you fire and you give me silk
I give you word and you give me song
In fire and silk word and song we breathe
45
Let me be the tree trunk while you form the branches
And the roots rising high and reaching deep you call
Life’s photo synthesis: here we are one in lights’ love
44
In an inkling in a sampling point in time one is out
Lost in the crowd where poisoned pulse and pulp
Connections corrupt contentions robotic one is lost
43
His and hers the day up and down: solidity is the song
Professional sparks and their spelled out sold out space
All is well where they are all tired and sturdy in the dark
43
In this overwhelming odd orchestra of lack and have
A constant struggle a heavy melancholy war goes on
High-toll it carries on bruising barking and basking
42
Hello dear over there where nowhere to be seen
The lack of motional advances or their impacts
But here I’s need dotting and t’s missing crosses
41
This light and dark and their punctuated interact
Form the path of synthesis solid on the symphony
The bud waits in spring of music to form the flower
40
In the moist monsoon air and wet sapphire
You shimmer and glow a light that shows
The fruit: inner rhythm of your beating heart
Go Up
39.
Smoking steamed air upwards and on
Reaching higher a place where vapours
Form cloud-shroud-gold to rain on soon
38
Be my white shimmering cliff walling the sea
Bright brilliant shine sings your singular pearls
Let me be the wind and sun to wrap your skin
37
I and I in the I where half and half is the key
Rasta rasta calls for the spirit to be one and free
I and I where one is the key to be half and half
36
I am in a tapestry tapping topping knitting
A story stored in ionic pulse through the lines
Here is the tapestry of your smiles and joys
35
Missing beats gone missing miles away
Snowflakes sail through the space looking
Searching for the missing beats that call you
34
Touch-fire silk and silk-soft heat
Hot air breath air free lock in a clasp
Here and there come to be together
33.
Be a star a falling star spreading stardust and glows
Find me by your parallel path another dancing flow
Between the eternity’s ends let’s form a together line
32
Let me be waves breaking over your body-beach
Writing a moist heat song over each of your sand
Wet sand moist cells all in a monsoon of oxygen
31.
Imsiana calls to a fiesta fiesta fiesta of lights
Where the dark plays a painting made of glows
Imsiana calls for a fiesta of beating hearts
30
Eternity’s bloom opens to you
All you have to do is to say hello
And the garden is yours to claim
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29.
I am the brook going by downhill
Enter your feet on my aqua-flow
And feel my flow’s fiery kiss around
28.
Oxygenated oracle of life fuels the fixtures and fittings
Yet often we forget the underlying coral reef of magic
Putting the connection correlation in a unity of whole
27.
Ebbing and erasing away in the wear and tear
Here time’s temporal loop carries on moving
Here I sing from singular joy’s solemn song-sheet
26.
The cup, its soft shadow and the eyes that hold
The view form my pupils’ topaz dance sparkling
Showers of solid joys’ silent flow: my soul’s joy-ride
25.
I am summer’s full-blown velvet green wheat field
Be the wild wild wind draw your beats on my skin
A song of muslin wave blankets me with your touch
24.
Come with me to Imsiana Dawn
Come dance with Iguana metaphor
Come sing with me Imsiana Dawn
23.
Make me a sign with a singular line
Give me the earth on a tiny little smile
And let me have a line-vase for the earth
22.
A poet I am with only two eyes
A poet I am with only little words
To propel out all motion’s marks
21.
Write a black poem and a white song
As alive as French moon rise and sun set
Yet it is so hard to harp out such a task
20.
Silver fog rose up meeting moon’s silver silk
Falling on earth-scented ground melancholy I
Followed your call in a dream in a dream of you
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19.
Out of the memory-archive came the note
Like a falling leaf on downhill gravity’s pull
The ground palmed it in an infinite Iguana kiss
18.
By the white lighthouse the shadow lingers black
The departing lights’ moist touch softens the ground
For your arrival: expectant heart waits like beach-sand
17
The ink-spring bubbles of white lights
And the darkness velvet black spells
The metaphor: a soft radiance sings
16
In the volcanic inner fury fireballs of magma
The lightning strikes of chords that coil us in
A blanket of soft hard coral heat: we neatly sing
15
In the fragrance of your valley full of predawn
Raptures I find electric components in the air
Where magnetism magnifies our togetherness
14
In the moon marked hours when our hearts are quietly
Possessed in rising fires and flames beneath the grass
There is the spring sung by the earth that are our songs
13
Closing eyes meet the universe waiting
In a thick velvet dark where you smile
Be my dark murmuring space full of all
12
Be the universe when I close my eyes
Sing me the radiant rolling hills and hedges
Of this life: be my eyes and beats of the heart
11.
Wishing wall and wishing will and wishing wand
All spelt in a starry night’s deep dark velvet spread
Ride on the rainbow sprinkling fire and goldflakes
10.
Come and sit over me like the clouds on mountaintop
Let me speak a moist soft tongue sipping your juice
Stay and play as my sapphire solid song-bird: calling
Go Up
9.
Walk on my body like the moorhen on the lake
Be the diamond earth on the window of the moon
Blow over me like the summer meadow breeze
8.
Swim on my body like the wind
Stay on my mind like sky in a lake
Sing in my breath like the earth
7.
Fossilised they were: the memories like treasured stamps
And they are carefully unearthed without knowing that
One day they are to illumine a splendorous Ithaca-song
6.
I sought soul reaching saga of life and its fabrics
Believing diamonds are not strong enough to last
Yet here I found the juice of it all on a flower of lips
5.
The empty cup always radiates hopes of seasons
Cup in life all its velvet yellow spread of mustard
Fields and I will drink through you all eternity’s call
4.
I am the ocean-wave mouth keeping you
Clasped cupped: you a mermaid facing me
With your body’s heat and soul’s soulful lights
3.
A state of mind where mingling the pearls
Making little notes of waves of lights reaching
Outward touching soft and moist mass of pomes
2.
In the impenetrable earth’s sapphire skin
I shine green and blue: I have singing seeds
Spreading deeper reaching wider and high
1.
I am majestic Iguana’s sparkling green
Forest’s moist fire-hum in humid night
I am in Ithaca’s ionised high-heart sunk
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Rainbow
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East
Grinstead
Epyllion
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I’m
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Straight Line Theory
Keep
Falling Starlike
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Theory
of Spin
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Speak of post and past we are never there nor
Are we going to be where we are not: tomorrow!
Then where is the living but this view inviting us?
99
Speak up like the sky and come down into the lake
Serenely silently soulfully dropping all your colours
Into the blend of aqua waves and weaving me out
98
Dislocated shapeless and solitude strung I am here
Floating in the air of thoughts that are spreading
All over seeking the gravity-centre so to magnetise
97
Geographic reality loiters over the time’s esplanade
Where does one go to fix this time space conundrum?
Unless one ought to curve out one’s music on stones?
96
In this connection and corresponding liaison
There is a space where pearls are forming out
Can you not smell their fragrance and torment?
95
Words are worthier than roses that are out
In bloom even in winter they spring wintry
Gardens where cold play music is nesting in
94
Suddenly silence bloomed in petals of words
And the fragrance rose through the oxygen
Canopy of air spreading lights and laughter
93
Whether you take them or not the lights are out
And they flow as an ever running stream seeking
You searching you calling you to reach-shine you
92
In silent and lone wonder I seek to serenade
The sphere of the night to warm the space
So the shades are velvet enough for your touch
91
In the high tide of the night the evening flows in
All swelled up in beating waves of sparkling silver
A river calling in and out your name to go low slow
90
Lights flash of the moon in silent raptures of the nights
The nights that are jasmine-wet that speaks in a moist
Tongue of fragrance that intoxicates the spread of hearts
Go Up
89
Please do not print her shadows on hard ground
Or solid rock. If you have to follow lights’ logic
Remember to take my silk and print them on it
88
This inning out and outing in takes the flow
This spreading in the outer silk and knitting
In with inner gold-wool makes the music go
87
Let me give you a word wild in its reach
A word a world a light-flashed white note
The word the world the whole of the wind
86
Do not call or sing or dance just be there where
You command the peace into proximity’s gold
Sing the silence into a bewildering sonar storm
85
You came calling you came reaching when I was out
The calls came in the touch came reaching when I was
All in a non linear stroll of my harp-hall of silent songs
84
When the night calls in spreading her lights
Dark and black shall we make a bed of lack
Of lights and try sitting through her in quiet
83
Come and let us run on the wet brown sand
In bare-feet socks on our bare bare bare feet
Making footprints all the way to little Imseywich
82
They know their numbers I on the other hand
Know my notes and the beats all ready to roll
Up and down the hill and make a mess of joys
81
Post Ionian I stand here calling for a vote
To call back the sounds of the waves and
Release the sands of the beach to sing!
80
Danaway in Rochester I felt the connection of wings
The wings that carry the weights on its fleshy little will
Wings that flow over the wind on the surface of space
Go Up
79
It is in the Isle of Sheppey that I hit the hard-soft
Where the landscape is brown, grey and stark yet
She is glistening: willing in the hurried wind and sun
78
Feeling a sense of soft harshness that hits one
Yet one finds no residual response to the hurt
That comes as byproduct of blowing chilly wind
77
Pondering in the pound city with no printed papers
I always wonder where to send in the submissions
That one torches out of the cavern’s dark moist floor
76
In the absence of sounds or sonar sent
Here frost fires up the winter in the chill
I assume a role of silent sapphire collector
75
Seek and you shall find what you are after
The after taste of that you might find out
Later when it would be rather late late late
74
In the silence I seek the solitude and her eggs
I only end up marking the lack and I sack
The wordless basket that bothers my bones
73
Thoughts are thought and placed on a bowl
So that you may smell a solid fragrance out
One can only be spreading out one’s essence
72
I loved the dark where jasmine spread in the air
In the silk of the nights blowing over intoxicating
I loved the jasmine nights not catching any sighs
71
I did not know about this opening
Nor did I look out for this calling
That came blowing over the lagoon
70
Missing can be felt if one misses the day
The day when silence-songbirds wear mute
Molecules of notes that have no chemistry
Go Up
69
On and out you are in your travel
Where marbles are lost and gained?
The lights of the sense of your absence
68
I am the echo of the night
I am the fog, frost and fern
Near the moist mountain-mouth
67
When I break I break like ice
Thus if you want to hear me sing
Listen to this all aqua spread flow
66
If I say this is to be the smile that fell in the cup
If I say this laughter is to be the night’s neon lullaby
And I am what I am fully in tune with your beats
65
When a sugar-cane plant is put through the machine
Three hard pillars of solid pressures pressed it into a
Thin pulp and the juice flows into prospect of sugar
64
Natural trees
are there growing in and out in silent
Wind’s guard: do they have an address to write to?
Yes: in their songs and dances of flowers and fruits
63
If you ever be Daphne for reasons beyond our means
Let me be the space-aqua wind blowing forever over
You wrapping you in a flow of my melted silk in space
62
Here I am what you are a vibrating note
Here you are what I am the quivering wind
Together we roam a higher hyacinth Imsiana plane
61
Love between us is this oneness of light and darkness
You being my window I being yours to the universe-life
Peace-music in a continuous flow of glowing motion
60
Learn to
pearl out of your soul's joys where
There are pure pearls of all kinds and colours
Creating coral reef of your life always always
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59
Swear you do being nasty is your call
Believing you bail out the best in you
Yet you are ugly as a mechanical owl
58
I search the smiles of happy faces
I search the beauty of happy beings
Reflecting nothing but beauty’s face
57
Having a need to connect with no tie
Having a call to compound with no matter
Having a deed to cultivate the soulful earth
56
If I am let I could name each of your heart beat
Imsiana imsian imparama imsidina imparma
And note all having their distinct sonar shapes
55
A knock on the door a spark on the window of the wind
A sudden chirp of a soft shower or a rather brief sound
Of a yellow-beaked blackbird: mark their rhythm and beats
54
A cynic- all cynics are cylinder-bound elective blinds
Their poisoned breath paints the cylinder-window dark
All they do is being stuck in a rather sad cage electively
53
Earldom of Essex or pearl of Persia or the Kohinoor
Of India cannot escape it the gradual erosion of the
Continual flow of decay while dazzling shining away
52
The universe shrinks in your silk-fire-lips
The earth in your trembling breathing and
Life in the kiss where we are a magnetic light
51
Where does this go: this solemn singular call?
Where does it reach: this sudden soulful phase?
Where do I sail to not knowing the port’s name?
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the Following Poems Follow the Links
The
Inner Phantom
I
Search for the Myth of Life
Like
a Blown Kiss
Rainbow
Lady
East
Grinstead
Epyllion
Circularity
of Our Understanding
Playing
I do with Words
I’m
no Macbeth
The
Straight Line Theory
Keep
Falling Starlike
Slaves
of None
Through
the Window
In
the End
Theory
of Spin
A
House of Clouds in the Sky
The
Bud Dramatics
Sizzling
To
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