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Neen and Grampa, Love You Always

Neen and Grampa, Love You Always

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Angel Robin

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MANY of these photos are courtesy of my SoulMate, my Beloved Eternal, Robin Taylor.

We Meet Again...

We Meet Again...

Lovers

Lovers

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Cathy's Babies

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Sunday, July 12, 2015

A-Mused by Mads Mads Mikkelsen (hi, Carla) :)



" A-Mused by Mads Mikkelsen "

I fall again into the hands of vultures who parade as man.
A candelabra burns me with His Light
I cannot Sleep.


Already vegetarian; twenty years, no meat!
ToNight a plum’s sweet juices sprayed me - Eat ?
Hah! 

I’ll grow emaciated, meet Kafka in my Dreams again (please ?)
Kafka, dear man, Genius, Vampyre?
How doth it all connect, my friend ?
Why doth each piece caress ?





(a whisper to Twitter's Carla Mikkelsen|| 76 @daddymads

Classic Cinematique Beauty, Male; Phantasmagoric, even sans gore?
See now more clearly how Mads ~must play The Vampyre?)




Oh, dear me! A fan again, am I ? (I am! )
Hold tight to Woman’s goddess Light, (I do ! )
but Play can steer a lady into places drear'ly-lit,
where Hours mean naught; 
Sleep’s but deceit -
Love lies with langourous elegance;

inside my Mind
 he fingers me, 
devours my Humanity

disguised as man
his stroking hand  
seizes my tenuous Life;

His breath still sweet with bella Donna's lips
I'm twice betrayed -
this monster's Kiss be Death 


 
Within this stultifying vault,
Phantasmagory’s ‘live once more;
With eyes lit firey, men like you
Can only feast –
Sweet Death be mine - you thrive !
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

But How to do my Day, to love my men, my cats, my “real Life” ?
When Moments flee and I go lost
in mazes mused by foreign men,
Actors who repose whilst wakeful women sing their Songs?





Excerpts from "Burgundy Curtains"


    ~~(firstly penned Autumn 2015~~



    I must now! close my eyes, my weary Curtains,
    rest them ready for a near alarm,
    sweet Music clock, in my little tiny phone-

    I wake for thee and thee, despite my every mundane physical or psychic pain. .

    I ask a Universe of Muses,
    bid them speak through me, 
    as Dawn's yawns begin their cease,
    plead with them to return after I repose, if only an hour,
    as you are my greatest Muse, mi amor;
    you and you, little man, my beloveds... !
    (my child giggled at one of his own Muses -
    they come often into his Sleep;
    he speaks with them, my tiny Troubler, Troubadour)
    You are my main Muses and I pray to every Deity of Good,
    every Light-bearing Lady,
    to do my best for thee Today,
    for my big thee and my little thee ("dee?")

    please help me to do right by them, 
    kind-Hearted, drowsy Moon,
    still sighing softly, hovering, caressing our home, 
    our Solo Heart.
    GoodNight to the Dawning Light -
    despite my many flaws,
    I am going to Sleep before you're fully Borne

Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Fabric frayed to Newly Woven

Fabric de-fraying,
   lately woven,
     always more...

These are either related pieces, or they are not...
They are Borne in different ~places~  but a few of them are multiples of a single Suite

*Please take them as you will...
I would love to know  what you see, what you feel with any of your senses, as you read...
Please comment freely...
Poetry is for the Reader; please open any door, and in you walk...

Poetry is always best read ALoud... even if you whisper...

    If these verses are disconnected for you, you are absolutely *correct*

       If you see connections amongst them, you are absolutely *correct*

   Thank You for being here, my friend...xox CherylFaith



I

I'd sooner be a Princess, Love and Poetry, my riches,
than a millionaire of monied Dreams;
Fabric frays, while Words remain


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II

sexiest act I Dream he'd perform upon me:
 He'd Read to me, a Literary Classic,
 perhaps a lost Poem by eternal Sappho**
or a bit of Magic Blake...

  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
III

His eyes skim the inherent Magic, the Mysteries carried in Words;
While he Sleeps,
 Murk births a SeaWeed-swathed angel;
 Lost Lotus Lady emerges 

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IV

Step toward thy Dreams with care, steamy nympth;
You know not with whom thy pretty cockerel hath lately lain