Ode to Ra

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I’d seek me a poet
Too likely to find
Me driven (I know it)
Right out of my mind

With rhymes falling
Somewhere twixt
Someone and Seuss
Something within me
Then giggles, runs loose

Loose like the running
Of fingers through sand
Loose, unbecoming
Laid back on the land
Loose as a goosey
All feathered with down
Words run profusely
Out, back, and around.

Running like rivers
Run into the sea
Upon the sea shore
Should it be Shel I see?
Time runs like diamonds
Turn tumbled and whole
Your world turned to rhyme and
A poem your soul.

 

Sometimes poetry by other poets inspires me to poem – in this case a tip of the poetic hat to Shel Silverstein, by Ra Avis, in her poem ‘I am magnificent’

A Smooth(ie) Move

Smoothie

Apple, banana, a sprinkle of green tea
(powdered), spring water, blueberries – see?
I’ll blend them up and make them smooth
No way such fruits could ever prove
Themselves as whole, for in their form
As originals, it’s not the norm
To eat so many, yet in a cup
All blended down, we sup and sup
And sup some more – this stuff’s our jam
We’ll post it all on Instagram;
Whatever recipe we’ve found; ­­of berries, seeds,
Yoghurt, honey, spices, weeds?
Veggies, spinach – superfoods
Just drink them down, and be amused
By sudden, sharp controversy
‘Cos kale’s the devil and tastes like pee
And ‘fore you know it, you’re entrenched
In arguments which just commenced
From amongst the hoards
Of lurkers, stalkers, ‘terminally bored’s
Each with their idea will come
“Try it with lychee – it tastes YUM!”
Have it with pineapple! Change the greens!
They’ve all got opinions, it seems
But hang on in there, and get set
Cos trust me – you ain’t seen nothing yet
Enter the hardcores – paleos display
An intrest…or vegans…or those who eat clay
(You think I’m kidding? It’s ground up dust
Or fossils, chelated minerals and must
Oh MUST be good for you – NASA use it
Don’t bother to Google or try to prove it
Just take my word) Good grief! Hell’s bells!
The conversation twists and swells
To factions, farmer’s-market-pitching
Fruit and veg towards your kitchen
Each with a line of thought to prove
To make your drink just that
Little bit
Extra
SMOOTH!

Crossing the line

Heart

Allow me
To quietly open
The door of your mind
And sneak in
To stand before you;
Stilled;
Breathtaken;
Waiting for you to beckon…

If you do,
I’ll travel a million miles
Or two heartbeats
To be with you –
To find the welcome of your arms
And step in.

I would hold you in my gaze
Outline your collarbone
With butterfly kisses
And drown in the scent
Pooled in the hollow of your throat

With feather-thumbs
I’d caress your face
Let fingertips whisper
Around and behind your nape
To draw you in
To kiss
And let the planets stop their tracks
As I quench myself on your lips –
You are my oxgen
And in my dizzied mind
My tongue
Slips…

All thought of lines abandoned
My eyes are dark with want
I’ve a fiery heart and poet’s tongue,
My hands are massage-taught
I’ll be yours completely
You could hold me captivated
Let your spell forever drench me
I’ll make you want to keep me

I’ll journey lingered trails
Along your length
Touching, tasting every inch
Savouring every lip-bit, gasping breath
Already I know you inside out
So let me sense my way
From outside in –
Let me become your drug
All you need to do is begin
Just let me take you.

Let me discover how to make you melt
Let me dance with glee, as your body responds
To things you won’t believe you felt
I’ll send your pulse quick-slow
In foxtrot beat
I’ll oil and stoke your ember glow
Can you feel the heat?

I’m running hot, and ready to consume,
Engulf and devour and learn
The lesson of you.
Enjoy the journey,
For you are my crash and burn –
I’m going down.

I hope you’re coming with me…