Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Christmas Youth

The snow was blowing around and falling down,
twelve inches or more, all over the sleepy town.
School let out early and on every kid no frown
was found!  They went to Mac's to see the clown
who was passing through visiting each franchise
and fooling nobody, let alone the kids who were wise
beyond their years in all things make-believe.  Size
did not matter.  They all ordered burgers and fries
and some even chocolate milkshakes.  It was cold
but a shake still sounded good to a kid.  As old
as Ricky some of them were and were being told
to watch the little kids on the way home who bold
and brash would maybe run out into the slick street.
There was no danger of the older kids being beat
home by the youngsters.  Sleds and skis and heat
awaited the bunch.  The snow had now turned into sleet
and was covering the white with a layer of thin ice
and made matters worse.  Now that was not very nice!
Sliding down the sidewalk to his house, Ricky's advice
to the rest was to get home and ask to have a slice
of pizza or oatmeal to warm them up before going out
to play in the deep snow.  They all said bye with a shout
and took off down their respective side streets.  Doubt
whether they could play or not rose up like noise on Route
80 that passed on the outskirts of town not far away.
Tonight marked the two week point before Santa and his sleigh
would be checking his lists twice and making his way
towards each child's house.  This made longer each day
and caused a lot of impatience in the children.  Hoping
the time would pass faster, they headed for the big sloping
hill between their houses and the highway.  This was coping
as well as they could with the situation.  Tommy, moping
along far behind the others, turned out to be scared.
Ricky ran up to him out of curiousity and just glared
at him.  Tommy had tears in his eyes and just stared
away from him.  Ricky knelt down and then prepared
to tell Tommy that everything was going to be alright,
even if they had to spend all day until almost night
they would teach Tommy how to ski and get rid of his fright.
And, true to form, Tommy DID learn and, boy, what a sight!
Afterwards, they gathered together to build a big snowman.
It was already dark and they were being called home so they ran
as fast as the snow and ice would allow towards home. Man!
This was too much like having fun!  Tommy was a really big fan
of Santa and had sent him three letters.  They all felt the same
and the fact that he had written so much brought him some fame
around the neighborhood.  Some kids had an idea and came
over to his house to have him write their own letters. As lame
as that was, Tommy was glad to oblige and knew Santa would not care.
Besides, wasn't it good to help others out and to always share?
The kids were so happy that they took off his hat and mussed his hair.
That was the first time they had done that since Summer's circus and fair.
So, this is how December passed for the kids as Christmas approached.
Ricky, the default leader of the group, thought and then broached
the subject of what each kid thought they were going to get.  Coached
by Sally, the know-it-all of the group, they were all soon poached
like an egg because they had all forgotten to take off their coats.
Sam wanted a scooter and George wanted a castle complete with moats.
Amy said she would like another Barbie doll and two TVs with remotes.
Why she wanted two TVs was not immediately clear.  Then it was boats
that Billy wanted to float down the creek once Spring had sprung.
But best of all, Karen wanted, for her very sick father, a new lung
to replace the one cancer had destroyed.  Saddened, they sung
Christmas Carols and ate Christmas Cookies.  Oh to again be young!

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mindbringer, 15 December 2015


Birth

The orchid struggled to break free of the ground.
The ground which held its stark beauty captive.
All the colors of the rainbow seeking release
from the place of its birth.  Like a bird learning
to fly, it must simply rid itself of the nest.
Then Nature would take care of all the rest.
All it takes is gumption and a certain yearning.
The power to grow of the Sun awaited it to cease
hesitating and to just spring forth in raptive
beauty and to show its magnificence all 'round.

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mindbringer, 15 December 2015

Monday, December 14, 2015

Ode

(Warning:  contains adult content!)

Your brown breasts jutted outwards with eager insistance,
at once filling my sight and occupying my fevered mind.
Your long black hair cascaded to your knees threatening
to obscure one of the erect nipples behind a forest of ebony.
My whole body was aroused and in mute sexual agony.
Your lips pouted and were as full as pomgranates beckoning
me to kiss them without hesitation or permission in kind.
I gazed at your very real visage with a sort of apt reverence.

Oh Irene, your beauty knows no bounds and does astound me!
Deliver your love to me on a golden platter that I may dine
on it forever until the very ends of time!  Cover me with your
kisses so that I may know that you are real and not an angel!
Your eyes so big and bright, reminding me of distant star Rigel.
Let me look at you completely and deeply, taking a sensual tour
of all of you leaving nothing unexplored.  Open the red wine
and pour out a libation to the gods as you stand there by the sea.

I worship you from near and from afar, awestruck each time I see you!
Having now entirely removed your clothes, I am like a poor leper
afraid to touch you or let you see my excitement.  Perfection
will be your epitaph but our love will never die.  Destined always
to be together since the dawn of history, we will make love in ways
not yet known and our passions will rise to the skies with infatuation
as their guide!   I knew as soon as I saw you that you were mine, a keeper.
And now our love grows with each passing moment and is always born anew.

Having finished our lovemaking in the sand, I lay back in pure rapture.
Drained of energy, I gave you my all and in return you held nothing back.
Where did you come from, my love?  From paradise or heaven itself?
Only such an origin as that could suit such a enthralling, ethereal being.
And being with you was as if Beauty herself, the goddess Aphrodite, all-seeing,
had occupied your sweet, soft frame.  Her of infinite Love endowed wealth
of the romantic sort on both of us filling our hearts to the brim without lack
or hesitation.  I gaze deeply into your eyes, letting you my soul to capture.

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mindbringer, 14 December 2015

Rhymeless Enigma Of The Sea

The sea seemed to have no visible horizon
but just went on forever never reaching the sky.
Dolphins surrounded our ship in all directions,
jumping out of the water together in harmony
as if one giant connected entity rather than
just a lucky bunch of individual animals.
Last night's wake of green fluorescent plankton
was now just a memory as we gazed in awe
at the sights around us.  We let out a collective
gasp as suddenly the jumping of the dolphins stopped.
Disappeared.  Not a sign of all the thousands before.
All we could hear now were the sounds of the fans
and radars, and of the bow knifing through the water.

The dolphins never re-appeared...but we kept sailing on.
The gray steel of the ship oblivious to all around her.
All at once, the seas rose up and began crashing
onto the weather decks and over the forecastle.
We were naturally beckoned back inside the protective hull
of the warship where the sights of nature were replaced
with the smells and sounds and lights of a man-of-war.
And still onwards we cruised.  Dead reckoned to a remote
island paradise where nature will surely show herself again.
There the ship would empty its bowels of her human cargo
and many a sailor would get drunk and find a companion
amongst the bars and clubs lining the one main street.
For tomorrow it would be them against the sea again.

And maybe, just maybe, the dolphins would once again escort them
on their secret journey.  A journey of diplomatic purpose,
paying visit to the Chinese on their disputed artificial island
in the South China Sea, not far from the islands of the Philippines.
A risky maneuver but one necessary to avoid the coming of conflict
over freedom of the seas.  Just this one lone cruiser amidst a myriad
of Chinese sailors, airmen and soldiers and their several ships
and planes stationed there on the new island.  Not too far away
was America's own Naval base at Subic Bay in the Philippines.
It would be these two entities that would make first contact in case
the bubble went up.  It was not clear, indeed it was highly unlikely
that there would be liberty call at this location.  Too sensitive.
And still we sailed on amidst the crashing waves of the wine-dark sea.

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mindbringer, 14 December 2015

Friday, December 11, 2015

Descent Decision

The fissure ran straight down,
even seeming to go round and round
spiraling all the way to the ground.
The only person to try such a thing
would be a crazy circus clown.
But this was crazier than any ring.

The climber stopped in his tracks.
He contemplated ending this traverse
and prepared to put it in full reverse.
But the sun was setting in the West
and he had plenty of pitons in his racks.
So, he decided to just think and rest.

Suddenly, he was hit with inspiration!
Why, he could just rappel down the cleft!
His senses, he was quite sure, were bereft
of all feelings and emotions, just stamina
was all he had left.  That and perspiration!
He threw his rope down and peered over in awe.

Four thousand feet down he could see the end.
Of course, his rope was only 150 feet long...
Perhaps this called for a hit from a bong
but, alas, it was not part of his normal gear!
So, he slid down the rope and began to descend.
The rope made it to a ledge and eased his fear.

He stood up and contemplated his next move.
Was he to assume there were ledges all the way?
Plus, he was quickly running out of time this day.
So, he decided to parachute down to the end instead!
He put on his headphones and began to groove.
If this did not work he would be as good as dead.

He checked his gear and chute and then made the leap.
Out in the clear air he soared and fell, he would tell
people later that was the best part.  A hard sell
for those not inclined to parachuting!  Plummeting
down quickly, he pulled the ripcord before he got too deep.
He had not made the top; today was not a day for summiting.

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mindbringer, 11 December 2015

Blizzard

Wind-born leaves blew around spiraling up,
tree-tops swayed back and forth severely.
The skies quickly changed from blue to grey
and the temperature plummeted quickly.
We down below watching all this began to sup
trying to ignore changes happening randomly
or so it seemed.  The stacks of Autumn's hay
even began to shift!  Our skin felt prickly.

Old Man Winter was about to show us all what
living in central Colorado was really about.
Soon the snow would be flying, wolves crying,
children cheering (no school for a few days),
and certain adults breaking out Scotch and Pot.
After all, it was legal here!  We heard a shout
over the howling winds that sounded like dying.
It was over to the West under setting Sun rays.

We never found out what that shouting was about,
but in its direction were towering black clouds.
The storm front was nearly here and cold set in.
Grandpa threw some more wood on the warm fire
and began to tell stories containing some doubt
like he usually did at special times for crowds.
When storms started, we all came together as kin
here at the old homestead if the situation was dire.

And this was going to be dire!  Expected snowfall
of twenty-five inches or more with high killer
winds cutting off visibility in several Counties.
The storm would last three days they all said.
If things got too bad we would run down the hall
and open the trap door down to the storm cellar.
Built decades ago and stocked since the Sixties
with canned foods and painted strangely all in red.

We all started putting our sweaters on one by one
as the cold seeped in forced by the strong frigid wind.
The noise of its howling drowned out normal conversation!
Shivering we all crowded closer to the fire and came round
together as a close family tends to do.  Daughter and son,
husband and wife, grandparent and babies would send
songs of thanksgiving soon up to the skies as demonstration
of their faith in God keeping all safe and sound.

Christmas was nigh and luckily we kids were all off for vacation.
But we were scared despite the camaraderie of family and friends!
This was going to be a whopper of a storm and at that moment
it hit with a sudden darkening and feeling of cold-driven dread.
The air seemed to be sucked out of the room and condensation
quickly formed on the windows, to become frost before the winds.
Even more fear and wonder began to form in our minds and foment.
Of course, inevitably, "The worst storm ever!" it was later said.

Four days later, having all survived, we began to try to dig out.
The doors and windows were blocked with snow but fire we still had.
Grandpa had laid in plenty of firewood.  Food was plentiful too.
However, the electricity had gone out days ago and the fridge was off.
Shovels and picks in hand, we attacked the snow like a demon's rout!
Snow flying through the air, the younger kids were soon very glad
and began throwing snowballs and building forts.  It was all we could do
to not fall over with exhaustion.  The way was cleared like a trough.

That was years ago and just a strong memory now.  I paused for effect
and coughed.  That was my sign for someone to bring me another beer.
My story had everyone seemingly enthralled although some seemed skeptical.
Well, the Blizzard of Twenty Fifteen was like that.  Hard to believe...
Marty the crazy uncle wandered in just then and said he had wrecked
his favorite old truck earlier that day and now was on foot.  A tear
of laughter ran down my face as I noticed the lens missing from his spectacle.
We all began to sing and sing as, after all, it was Christmas Eve!

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mindbringer, 11 December 2015----------------------------------------------We all began to sing and sing as, after all, it was Christmas Eve!of laughter ran down my face as I noticed the lens missing from his spectacle.his favorite old truck earlier that day and now was on foot.  A tearMarty the crazy uncle wandered in just then and said he had wreckedWell, the Blizzard of Twenty Fifteen was like that.  Hard to believe...My story had everyone seemingly enthralled although some seemed skeptical.and coughed.  That was my sign for someone to bring me another beer.That was years ago and just a strong memory now.  I paused for effectto not fall over with exhaustion.  The way was cleared like a trough.and began throwing snowballs and building forts.  It was all we could doSnow flying through the air, the younger kids were soon very gladShovels and picks in hand, we attacked the snow like a demon's rout!However, the electricity had gone out days ago and the fridge was off.Grandpa had laid in plenty of firewood.  Food was plentiful too.The doors and windows were blocked with snow but fire we still had.Four days later, having all survived, we began to try to dig out.even more fear and wonder.  "The worst storm ever!" it was said.quickly formed on the windows, to become frost and fomentThe air seemed to be sucked out of the room and condensationit hit with a sudden darkening and feeling of cold-driven dread.This was going to be a whopper of a storm and at that momentBut we were scared despite the camraderie of family and friends!Christmas was nigh and luckily we kids were all off for vacation.of their faith in God keeping all safe and sound.songs of thanksgiving soon up to the skies as demonstrationhusband and wife, grandparent and babies would sendtogether as a close family tends to do.  Daughter and son,Shivering we all crowded closer to the fire and came roundThe noise of its howling drowned out normal conversation!as the cold seeped in forced by the strong frigid wind.We all started putting our sweaters on one by onewith canned foods and painted strangely all in red.Built decades ago and stocked since the Sixtiesand open the trap door down to the storm cellar.If things got too bad we would run down the hallThe storm would last three days they all said.winds cutting off visibility in several Counties.of twenty-five inches or more with high killerAnd this was going to be dire!  Expected snowfallhere at the old homestead if the situation was dire.When storms started, we all came together as kinlike he usually did at special times for crowds.and began to tell stories containing some doubtGrandpa threw some more wood on the warm fireThe storm front was nearly here and cold set in.but in its direction were towering black clouds.We never found out what that shouting was about,It was over to the West under setting Sun rays.over the howling winds that sounded like dying.After all, it was legal here!  We heard a shoutand certain adults breaking out Scotch and Pot.children cheering (no school for a few days),Soon the snow would be flying, wolves crying,living in central Colorado was really about.Old Man Winter was about to show us all whateven began to shift!  Our skin felt prickly.or so it seemed.  The stacks of Autumn's haytrying to ignore changes happening randomlyWe down below watching all this began to supand the temperature plummeted quickly.The skies quickly changed from blue to greytree-tops swayed back and forth severely.Wind-born leaves blew around spiraling up,

Sunday, November 29, 2015

Song

Hair flowing like a river of ebony,
breasts bobbing like floating nests,
each containing pure quiet ecstasy.
Musically they are the unexpected rests
which punctuate the score's body.
Her overall shape as a treble cleff tests
the mettle of all men who see her lovely
hips as they meet thighs in spell casts
as magic in their juncture of steamy
closeness cloaked in all their bests.
To sing her is as making gold from alchemy!
The riches rewarded unto men cause chests
to heave and minds to soar with the possibility
that all of the universe, all of heaven jests
as if the greatest joke was here before thee.
A joke in that before her all life crests
and then ebbs into the wine-dark tides of the sea.

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mindbringer, 29 November 2015

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

I Love You

I love you asawa-ko, like flowers love the life-bringing rain,
I love you from the bottom of my heart to the top of my brain.
If you ever left me I know that I would go completley insane!
I love you so much it is really impossible to even explain...

But let me try!  You know how the water bubbles up from springs?
I love you like the water escaping from the ground gurgles and sings.
I love you like the mother bird loves her babies trying out new wings!
I love you as the depths of the great ancient forests hid wondrous things.

My love for you is longer than the longest river, winding its way to the sea.
It is wider than the widest prairie, whose grasses can be as long as can be.
My love is deeper than the deepest ocean, deeper even than the Sea of Galilee
where our Savior once preached on her shores and died to save both you and me.

The busy honey bee buzzing amongst the flowers loves it no more than I love thee.
The laughing Hyenas laugh because they're happy in the savannah - but no more than me!
I am happy because I love you, that is what makes others think I have bats in my belfry.
But I am not mad, I am simply head over heels in love with you! It should be plain to see.

You are my rudder, my anchor, my chains keeping me always focused and attached to you.
I am so in love with you that every day, every minute, every second is like brand new.
Born again each beat of my heart, I breathe you in with every breath right on God's cue.
He put us together and set us on this path of true love, forever knowing just what to do.

Each time we make love, the whole world smiles without ever knowing the reason why.
If I could not have thee every portion of every day, I would simply dry up and die!
When we finally in rapture cease for a brief time, the whole Universe lets out a sigh.
The story of our lives, of our love, of our family, written in love on your perfect thigh.

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mindbringer, 25 November 2015

Monday, November 23, 2015

Taking Is Giving

Bodies quivering, trembling together under the pale late autumn moonlight shaking.
There in the lawn dying, browning drawing its last breaths that I had just been raking.
In our ecstasy, fantasy we had taken our love to its ultimate crests but kept taking.
Our passions breaking, collapsing in each other's arms panting and much later aching.

Juices flowing, erupting everywhere there under the waxing moon we'd soon have our share.
We laid out in the open, languorously spread out under sheltering oaks which now were bare.
Slowly realizing the significance of our circumstances, the ignorance of our surroundings fair,
we rolled back, coasted back into open arms and, all that be damned, we began again without care.

Tonight we would never leave the rhythm, the movement of time caught up as we were in the romance
of love begging for ever more and still more; the Universe singing to us was not by mere chance!
The Gods and Goddesses of yore were dillying and dallying about the field made happy by our chants,
chants unknowingly followed under some strange, ancient instructions here in our corner of France.

She brought me achingly to the very top of my existence once again and I pulled her up off the ground
holding her as if weightlessly under the thrusts of passions for my lover who made the sweetest sound.
A sound taught us only by the Spirits of the Forests who seemed to be the same as those of Love profound,
given we were now surrounded by both chorusing in unison, a symphony cascading in waves of joy so round.

All of Nature now encircled our raptures bearing witness, witholding judgement on that act which was needed
far more than any other and born out of Truth and Love and Beauty all at once in the same moment fed
by its own desires and joining with ours, together that neck of the woods became fertilized, seeded
as it were, while providing all parties with the practicalities of pure pleasure as all rose and peaked...

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mindbringer, 23 November 2015

Sunday, November 22, 2015

Consummation Draws Ever Nearer

The endless waiting, impatience driven by unconsummated love,
lends unlikeliness to the whole endeavor despite
its reputation for being born about on the wings of a dove.
Pacing the floor back and forth without respite,
does nothing except wear out the carpet as seen from above.

The bird's-eye view of the hapless soul's activities below
do not even reflect the half of his suffering!
He fell so quickly in love with this angel on Earth, to know
how he really feels is to cheat Time's rendering
of its course in this now cold Season of much prayer and snow.

Cold runs Love through his vein-like fibrous ribbons of steel.
Cold if compared to when they are re-met!
Then the heat from their meeting will melt ice under every wheel!
It is a few days until the too-slow jet
takes him into the arms of his dearest one their love to seal.

And on that day history will be made just as so much love is made!
They will tire themselves but not slow down.
Their noises and thumping will ruin the sleep of child and maid
but they'll be no louder than a circus clown!
Forever in love and now consummated, their future plans can be laid.

A future full of romance, dedication, and demonstration of their feelings.
Forever will they look into each other's eyes!
And even longer will they hold the hands of the other under ceilings
of plaster or under the blue wide-open skies.
Of their antics and frivolities many will tell stories of their dealings.

Far and wide will their love be known and modeled after by those seeking
to have a perfect love, one bounded by no bounds
and chased about by hounds as if they were foxes leaving the pack reeking
of sweat and effort and no short supply of sounds.
The sounds of love that shame all other sounds, those of their love-making.

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mindbringer, 22 November 2015