For Mr. B.Man (scribbled down & not revised, 12 September, 2011

Your shell whooshed past, as I wandered in the store ToDay;

I couldn't help but wonder where you'd gone.

I recognized your weary face,

the body you used to animate,

Only - I don't think you were in there - were you, Mr. B.Man?

You never really liked me much, did you, Mr. B.Man;

how could you truly love someone who may have helped your empire's fall...

but I noticed many years ago -

You don't appear, your eyes are dead;

seems to me, you don't like anyone at all...

When was the last time your Spirit danced

 in that empty, grizzled, middling hall of yours?

I wish you'd like Mr. B.Man more;

I'd feel Joy to see you love yourself

Sad: you won't allow your Soul to shine;

You must be caverned, deep in hide?

I've never seen a living body,

A Mind, a Heart, a Voice,

A Soul so far away;
where've you disappeared to?

We've never met, not even in Moon's clear golden Day;

sorry -  you've traveled so faraway -

You think we'd never have been friends anyway...don't you...

...sorry, Mr. B.Man...


© CherylFaith Taylor 

prayer

My Heart's atremble; Life's knives carving me;
I pray to every deity; I know
to fully feel Life's Joys, our Hearts know pain;
this spiral maze shows Gold rolls Joy again...
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(if only I could see the Gold's rainbow smiles more clearly now; 

a peaceful dénouement for my beloved parents' situation - tis all I ask...please...)

(three-minute catharsis Writing...please forgive)


© CherylFaith Taylor 

I'm praying 'mongst those grey flocking flowers...

I am praying, lying like a MoonStar,

fallen in a frangipani flower,

beguiling the great sphynx moth;

 My breath flickers like flame-doves in the brilliant quicksand Night...

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I'll flee far on the Star whose touch-me carries me afloat... 

praying 'midst those grey flocking flowers...

they came to enclose me,

shelter my frailty from the Storm...

Graces
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notes:

i "Plumeria flowers are most fragrant at night in order to lure sphinx moths to pollinate them. The flowers have no nectar, and simply dupe their pollinators. The moths inadvertently pollinate them by transferring pollen from flower to flower in their fruitless search for nectar...." http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plumeria 


ii For all of us who are currently suffering the ache of loved ones lost in cruel Mortality's clench:

© CherylFaith Taylor 2012 

Seda Luna//Luna Seeda (While you were...)

You glide around the room with me!

Your Patchouli Air warms my nose my arms, fills my mouth;

all my senses spin aLive in Joy!

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Your eyebrows' mirth raises my  Heart to clowny falsetto,

infects my giggling stomach to cathartic spasms!

I feel The Bubbies link our fingers,

waltz with us, barefoot,

our feet smudged in sacred burgundy - soaked dirt -

Here is Our Earth

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(I want to be you);

We dance attuned to a beguiling smiling Moon;

 Her heavy lidded honey eyes caress our party;

She beams upon our table;

 apples and walnuts glow in mellifluous union.

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We dine ToNight on kippers, matzoh, heavy malaga wine;

I smile to watch your head grow Live with circled songs of another Time:

Your taffeta skirts swhoosh, sway, leap, fly!
to tunes of newly born two thousand nine! 

I flush, grateful, when your hand grazes mine.

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Oh, Theda, angel lovely, if only for Moments,

I long to be thee.

I long to see thee clearly lit,

aglow in thy theatre's most Joyful bright Moment!

I yearn to see thee more clearly defined

Thine eyes soft, shy, in Light of the families' sweeping arcs around Time.

Have we met in a shtetl, drunk on redolent pine

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I am grateful to you for your visit this Evening, my Sister.

My Heart felt so lonely, 'til you filled his seat at the empty table. 

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notes

i  the Sky is full

ii two Kittens sit so near

   creating Dreams;

   heavy sad Souls delve into laughter Forests

   despite the crying sky
iii where appears "thee," rather than "you"... courtesy of Robin Taylor
iiii gratitude to the various Bubbies, beloved grandmothers in my spiraling Time circles

© CherylFaith Taylor

Conjure

 Middle:

 tender, warm, sweet, lazy-love calls;

the Center aLive,  like your Heart's silent Dreams;

this Moment of our Lives, your eyes in mine:

Connect, conspire, connive, contract:

 To Be.

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Here in the Heart of our Childhood Forests,

in the Home of our SisterBrotherhood

We caress Hearts, slow-mo, flow CircleDance,

Our huge, Live, pumping organic machine,

Where our deep Dreams slide as Mothers' oils, warm;

Collide, you and I! In Here we are Whole.

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 Challenge:

We conjure Miracles, revisit our Beginnings,

send our love to run as Mercury

through Time's torturous trickeries