CherylFaith

January 2012 : tweeties

2012-01-29T10:46:00.000-08:00

@selkiec Blessing-scented Dreams,Patchouli purple-ing Clouds;Music piped by ancient fae; these be HeartVibes for my Magickal Friend miss you

@amoz1939 I wish your sadness lifted, its dark molecules tumbled in new Air; see angels' fingers Art at work; re-delivered to you as Joy

Happy BirthDay #4 to 2 tiny Golden Lions who share their Lives with me! FreddieBrian (my background here) & little Creamy, Feliz Cumpleaños

much love to Friends I already know,& to new Friends.You brighten my Heart! Sorry I can't be here more now, but see you soon! Peace&Poetry!

@Alien_Hybrid 'tis all a hugely beautiful Circle...I enjoy & believe the Circle Dream

@selkiec a warm Energy ball came wave-ing her way thru the Air, & I felt your Friendship, magical angel! ThankYou & HeartVibes always!

I'm still can't type much due to stupid arm injury...I do I want to reply to you! Meanwhile, May Joy shine surprising jewels in your Day!

@JanetEGunn That's fabulous, dear friend! My Heart vibing its waves toward you in Friendship & Peace :)

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@arthurphillips "If something comes to life in others because of you, then

you have made an approach to immortality." - Norman Cousins

2 Jan

especially for 3samovar

2012-01-24T15:19:00.000-08:00

especially for 3samover

You are most kind, angel across the Seas!
I cannot title me with Words as these;but peek,

peruse my site (if you so please)

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Words I worship; they course, rampant, through my Blood;
with love, these Idols mine trip, tumble out my pen;
nor Sleep can I claim mine if I don't obey;

twenty-for hours, they vex and make love to me!

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My Heart Thanks you!

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most of my WordsWork hides, longhand,

in purple spiral notebooks, circling my LifeSpace

my Online Poetry Workshop's latest entry resides in this tiny, cobwebby,

(yet invitingly (to me) glowing) corner.

Time arrives to dust with increasing Musaic aid.

http://thedalove18.blogspot.com/2012/01/bruis-ed-purple-blue-jeweled-blues-hold.html

You are a sister or brother mine, Word-enamored, as I! Very lovely to meet you!

Please honour me with a silly "like click," if you so please?

https://www.facebook.com/pages/CherylFaith-Eighteen-Billion-Jewels-in-the-Sky-to-Guide-You/244988755531059?sk=wall

Thank you so very much. I wish you could feel the Joy your Words have planted in my Heart!

CherylFaith, sending you HeartVibes

Freelance Editor, English/Spanish Translator

2012-01-21T20:39:00.000-08:00

I am available to edit your Writing, whether you write prose, poetry, stories, essays...try me!

I have been Writing since the age of four.
I hold an A.A. in Theatre Arts,

as well as a B.A. in English: Creative Writing.

My poems and short stories have been published in various university publications,
as well as in several online anthologies.

I read/write/speak/understand English and Spanish fluently.

I became certified to teach English (secondary) in New York State,

and I have worked in the Education field for many years, in various capacities.

My specialty ( & great honour) in the Educational Field:
I have been privileged to be able to work with students from many countries of the world,
in English, Spanish,

English As An Additional Language, & various other subject areas.

I have worked with children, as well as with university students of all ages.

Please contact me

if you are interested in having me edit your writing, (grammar, punctuation, organization, etc.)

or if you require translation from English to Spanish, or from Spanish to English.

Thank you so much!

Peace & Smiles, CherylFaith

Please contact me at:

fairsister@inbox.com

*****Please use EDIT or TRANSLATE in the Subject of your email******

message me @ChayaChaya on Twitter

Northern Lights

2012-01-08T18:10:00.000-08:00

Northern Lights

Bruis-ed purple blue jeweled hues hold captive

a balmy DayLight's January burn;

upstate New York, I wander with my baby;

Sky floats tumescent DayTime's Theatre's urn

Painted lakes ache, tormented by splendor;

Scalding colour paints a Winter Sky;

CloudLakes, full, chant stubborn honeyed voices,

Exquisite SunBeams royal, doomed to die.

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I met a man; we touched across strange Seas;

He promised all Life's Immortality;

Azure Oceanic eyes' sweet Music

filled me so to force my Ecstasy!

Day's lolling Life in drowsy, LightFull Clouds

grows weary, moves in dirge down toward dark Seas;

the man: you wonder why I must make mention?

He yanked Night's dark shades; he ruined my secret Seas.

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I cannot bear to uncurtain my eyes now

Day's Theatre's disappearance murdered me,

or so I dreamed inside a lonely MidNight;

but Clouds' urns rapture's reappeared; I see!

Once, bruised purples, aching blues Lived, captive

in foreign Winter Clouds - enchanted me!

but Northern Lights dance even in pained Dark Skies;

they hold the Suns of undead Days for me.

Damon's Dance

2012-01-02T10:33:00.000-08:00

little Spirit sprite inside you,

softly still you lie in Dreams;

I see your sparkly mischief; fly!

He races (hush);

he pirouettes by
my troubled eyes

(I can see you)

(ssshhh)

I can see your halo

I can feel your warm

Glowing golden on my pillows -
dance your jewels to melt my dreams

Oh little Damon Demon

You're so very high

and nobody (nobody) knows

nobody knows but me

I am the only one who sees

half MidNight, half crescendo Moon

I wish to run and play with you -

I could be a slave for you

I can see your halo

I can feel your warm

Glowing golden on my pillows

Take me with you;

let me ride

inside

I hide beneath your MidNight paws

skim the thick deep rainbowed Sky,

your billowy frankinscented Sky

Oh little Damon Demon

You are so very high

and nobody nobody (nobody) knows

nobody knows but I

I am the only one who sees

(I can see you)

(ssshhh)

part MidNight fox; prey: swimming Moon!

I wish to run and play with you

I could be a slave for you

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your ebony paws tread electric Air;
I'll wait for you here

tap lightly 'pon my stultifying Air,
claw this bubbling prison all around me;

Show me the prisms only you see;

If I may be so wildly bold -

May your Sky be mine?
Your eyes, my Momentary Sun?

I'll await you here
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Oh, my little Damon Demon
You're so very high
and nobody (nobody) knows
nobody knows but I
I am the only one who sees

half MidNight, half crescendo Moon

I wish to run and play with you -

I could be a slave for you

I can see your halo

I can feel your warm

You glow golden on my pillows

In Province Tranquil (Season I)

2011-12-01T18:35:00.000-08:00

She sees leaves colour ground unfound by the celebrants;

she knows:

Gold survives in severed hearts, parted, fragments,

dying arts of business- contracted beneath Winter stars -

enterprise between angels,

those who left here long ago...

Here times ten,

her Soul must try again to intertwine with

Gold and Silver piano keys...

stiff repertoire - dance her Soul in frozen forest...

She wonders whose Dream...

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all you see in Tranquil, these Days:

leaves painting frozen earth;

revival arrives - yes! - weaves

tiny firey exhalations upon sinking floor;

in Time?

Time?

Time for the games now? The Hour

for jubilating magic raking

leaves ?

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her Soul must try again to intertwine with

Gold and Silver piano keys...

stiff repertoire - dance in frigid frozen forests

to conjure back the jewel-ed melodies

for JDM, composed on FaceBook, one lonely Moment in between...

2011-11-12T08:24:00.000-08:00

the brief Life & Volumes of Poetry by James Douglas Morrison Inspire me endlessly.

whilst he is not my only Muse, by far.

A great many amazing Creators, Composers, Artists of myriad media live within these pages...but...

These Words are for you, Jim

for JDM, composed on FaceBook, one lonely Moment in between...

Words...I am so tired & I can, at this Moment, speak more smoothly with my eyes, but...

May I be so bold as to invite you into my tiny Cave...

I try to lead toward the magic which haunts me...

This venue I offer will lead you to yourself, BeLoved Muse...

You smile astride another place where I roam free-er, even within this "CyberSpace," ...

You so often aMuse me ...I will lead you to evidence,

whether or not you choose to accept my dubious invitation

to the promotional page of a humble Poetess who prays to publish a tiny volume in the Future,
2012 (but We really be so much older)...

In terms more audacious: my digital workshop (most of my work lies awaitin' in purple-covered, spiral-bound notebooks, all over my home) ...mi online workshop shows you have Inspired me...I mention you, while other times, I simply (complicatedly) smile upon you, blowing kisses into sweet wild Winds, and you guide me. More often, you Guide me in my longhand, Soul-scrawls, which burn to be told, but I know not to whom...

I can guide you to particular "posts,"...The cyber-page to which I invite you is but an entry to my cyber-workshop. Please forgive the ramble...I am so weary...of yesterday...

most humble thanks!

& I do so love you...

I pray our LifeTimes be simultaneous, somehow, someTime,
in the Circle which I see.....

PeaceLove&Smiles for Ever, CherylFaith

Eighteen Billion Stars to Guide You: FaceBookhttps://www.facebook.com/pages/CherylFaith-Eighteen-Billion-Jewels-in-the-Sky-to-Guide-You/244988755531059

Eighteen Billion Gems in the Sky To Guide You:

Please avail yourself of Life's abundant Joys.

You do quite richly deserve. When I feel down, I find, unfailingly, that another sentient Being, or one of Nature's Miracles, shares a piece of Joy...sometimes I have to be very open...

november 1888, a raw Suite, several partes

2011-11-11T19:39:00.000-08:00

dos o tres partes de "raw Novembers"

I
I didn't really believe you'd moved toward me;

How could I bear this daze, feelings bruised Blue?
hurts so...this Pain...
Can it be borne... ?

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II

the breeze tilts the Trees' arms in whispers,

insinuating rumours of loves

to come and quietly leave

so softly...

Turn, mi damsel

turn, turn, twirl,
swirl, twirl, spin...
pirouette...(hurts!)

hush!
hush...
hush...

...turn...

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II

A new kind of Poem

where Words really rhyme;

*only* Words will be tamed here...

should Fear be thy mate,

perhaps

here be not thy sanctified humble home

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Surreal colours circle us - zoom!

concentricity

Do you see strange colors, too?

Their Songs' fingers reach to push together...

to form "Together" -

my fingertips, timid. upon your neck,

two tiny pain kisses,

azure, sooth-ed rouge...

not until the dazed trainride home,

did I remember

my fingers' molecules

attempting to touch you inside

trying to know you more -

NO.

whispered los colores: "melt into me...into me...into me..."

They sought to meld us into One ?

the achey Stars, our Energies,

our pliant, suffering, swelled bodies

whoooosh!

Inside.

Together, inside this Autumn Storm Together

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I shall never forget the Moment we first touched eyes

no possible hiding...

Words interrupt

(erupt)

Words interpret our invisible, impossible conversation,

as a bloodied knife, already shredding my Heart & me,

dances in more deeply...

deeper...

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Friday November 11, 2011 a little tweet I can't fit into 140 characters

2011-11-11T09:27:00.000-08:00

@selkiec @LucasWarWillow @JanetEGunn @Ysabeluna

Angel angel where art thou?

so much Music to be sung!

myriad moons beam , Skate the Skies!
surround fae sounds o'er our rainbowed hills

O! Magic Friends! :)

for Lady Luna

2011-11-08T17:09:00.000-08:00

Your fair flames light quiet Night's potent intrigue;

Peace, silken fire, soothe me, hush my ache-torn Soul;

I don't recall a Time tranquil tunes breathed,

whispered soft news, stroked my tired racey brain.

Grateful feels my Heart inside your love gaze;

Your lunar ampitheatre fills my Soul;

She who sees your mystifying Beauty

Floats, Gifted, in this Night, you golden Globe.

most humble graces to you, Lady Sky;

your songs form colors, celestine symphonies!

Your Dark reveals saints, angels, starry eyes,

Floats, Gifting, Shining Night, your Golden Globe.

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Thank you for affording my brain the first crystalline, serene group of Moments

I can remember.

Do you know how I wonder at your charm?

Grace

2011-11-07T16:34:00.000-08:00

6 November, 2011

Happy 8th BirthDay, my Beautiful Boy....

Mommy Loves You!

October Mirrors: Varied Views

2011-10-29T08:34:00.000-07:00

October Mirrors: varied views

I
(for Robin, always)

my Heart warms anew; I sense your body near.

Thru hurricanes of pain, you kiss my tears.

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our Souls no longer sleep apart

in deep- mired, greedy sinking Dark;

My enemies can never wake

my horrid, icey, heart-hewn hate.

You slay my demons, your sword guards our bed;

and in my miserable tired head

Your eyes Light our Mirror! My Love, my Joy!

for we are one, my "blue-sonic boy" *

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* "blue-sonic boy" : these three Words are from a song by the group, "All About Eve,"

although my use of the nickname is quite contrary to the Song*

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2011-10-28T11:24:00.000-07:00

II
more October mirror views: Dances

2010 & 2011

NightTime Tain -ride Writing,,,, October 2010

Mirrors in mirrors swirl tides in your dancing eyes.

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Ethereal, Sky-hued Poetry Lights Your Eyes
I'm fully aLive;

your Mind strokes my deepest Soul

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A dance alights inside your eyes

Your animation hypnotizes

I am thoroughly happy inside your eyes. *

* last line: Combo:

NightTime Tain-ride Writing, October 2010

NughtTimeMindEye Dreams, October 2011

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SunSet Fantasy

You've moved me, wholely; my cheeks flush; two tears,

in dirge, yearn for unspoken broken Truths;

My eyes wind West, down 'pon your beauty's wings

You spoke deep music, hushed tones, softly tuned...

you disappear - like a train; you vanish;

my eyes, mesmerized, cannot leave your path;

my Soul holds an aching mural for Ever:

A lithe black man awash in Golden Rose

Libraries

2011-10-27T16:51:00.000-07:00

October 2011

Ivy-crowned Prince,

I've yearned to meet you

in the smile that is our night;

Sonnets, cantos, Words unite us here

in a Library replete with ev'ry precious Jeweled Word ever inscribed upon "sacred space"

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Winter Library Scene 2010

Two young policeman searched for many Days in muddy Snow.

Their flashlights pricked, bored snarly pinpoint eyes:

daggers glared, dug mucky car-quashed abyss

My Momentary angel flew out, around me;

I stood still, watching, swathed in her fluttery warm winged Air

She tapped a policeman on his frozen crimson nose

"Do you seek the bones, kind Sirs, the fractured finger bones?"

"We want to find the Fingers whole."

"Why out here, on holy Library Land?"

"We think here may be where they fell
when they came to know about the Books."

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so very sad, the angel looks

she hadn't known the fate of Books...

I sigh inside her old embrace

so weepy am I; cry my shattered Dreams
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(final two stanzas added October 29, 2011)

Then...

after NightMares regarding broken bones,

I comprehend my flying, tripping Heart...

I understood why the fingers mattered ...

Tears burn, fall to blur your exquisite prose...

(I did, of course, see the Sunset.
a backdrop beam-ed Sky of rose and gold.
Speaking with the World's Master-Writer, surrounded by that idyllic Sky)

other photos from the Court Jester series: Dreams of His Demise

2011-10-25T19:22:00.000-07:00

2 Versions of the same Story...

Your Byzantine kohled black eyes

scald Sky-painted glass,

scream melted embers all over my

Sleep,

My Lord, your old Stars mutate!

See?

Now

I am awake.

Ferociously, I twirl your world

beneath my nimble fingertips;

Your dervish laughter, legend once,

swirls clownishly, in emptiness

My unEarthly diamond prisms flash,

show your rage's futile sovereignty

for all fae maidens, tiny hands clasped

to see with glee; within, they laugh

I refuse to be reBorn as a fragment of your world

III

Your every effort to recommence

a long, slick, sticky self-monument,

to hold nubile captives, fossilized

while you assume a new disguise -

Your every absurd undulation fails

falls heavy, plods, stomps toward your demise...

I refuse to be reBorn as a fragment of your world

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The Goddesses know the vile Court Jester

was ne'er my Lover, but my consequence,

for playing the Game of Open Door, The Open Door, The Open Door..

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rough draft...version 1

Your serpentine, Byzantine eyes

scald melted mounts, black embers,

all over my Dreams

but now:

Ferociously I twirl your world beneath my nimble fingertips

As your dervish laughter swirls to concrete ground

unEarthly diamond prisms flash.

I hear your rage;

your grief fills the Sky;

Ironic bellows crash on high...

Your every effort to commence

a long, slick sticky Monument

to hold new captives fossilized,

while you assume a new disguise...

I think, "Time's arrived; waylay your dream!"

insipid monster on ancient screens-

Reach, grab, yet all you do is lose

One finger at a time...

Ferociously I twirl your world

beneath my nimble new fingertips

I shriek! Foreign Lightening brightens me!

To think:

I sail beneath dark Seas,

& all I dreamed seemed out of reach...

I refuse to be reBorn as a fragment of your world

~~~~~

The Goddesses know the vile Court Jester

was ne'er my Lover, but my consequence,

for playing the Game of Open Door, The Open Door, The Open Door..

Please click below to
read other installments in The Court Jester Series

http://thedalove18.blogspot.com/2011/01/court-jester-introduces.html

Eighteen Billion Jewels ? most likely more

2011-10-09T19:00:00.000-07:00

Eighteen Billion Jewels or more surround & fill our Space,

This Living, Breathing Place...

Brownies and Bananas

2011-10-02T18:54:00.000-07:00

Brownies and Bananas

Dear Banana Lady, (local supermarket shopper, who queued to pay for your purchases in front of my son and me),

I am sorry my energetic, impatient, bored little boy's right index finger touched your three green bananas, (which, by the way, you had precariously placed, in your grocery cart's top/side area, where one of them hung, provocatively, peering at any-sized prankster, a dare-me grin upon his tender new upper peel), resulting in their graceless, yet shockingly non-bruising tumble to the besmirth-ed supermarket floor. Did you see? My son immediately retrieved your fruit, placed it more securely than you had, back into your cart, & hung his head ever-so-slightly; the Words, "I'm sorry," passed through his sweet little mouth & into your ears, I am certain you heard. He has practiced, incessantly, the articulation of these Words (although, I am proud to say, he has no more regular need to say them than any seven-year-old boy).

Thank you for being so kind. I spoke sincerely when I offered to: a) return your stalwart, verdant threesome to Produce & to switch them for a virgin, never-met-floor threesome, b) pay for your original unripened green team, (you insisted these were the exact length and plumply-formed fruit of your desire), c) purchase for you that Mars bar, your score! (your entire Day's persistent fantasy?) You opted to retain the original happy little threesome, & you were as gracious as could be... ?

Madame, I pose a question. Perhaps you could clarify for me. When you smiled in such a manner which seemed to pain you, bobbing your self-righteous, super-coiffed, AquaNetted helmet in certain comprehension of the situation; when your gentle Heart spoke... and you stated: "It's so difficult for him," had the thought occurred to you that my son had acted as any little child might, in the same situation? I believe the assumption which sounded in your head lacked any brain-stress. "It's so difficult for him." Did you mean: "A little boy who looks as if he might have Down Syndrome should not be expected to behave appropriately? A child who looks ~different neither should nor (indeed!) cannot be held to the same standards as another child, when the theme is: “We do not touch other people's property?"

Madame shopper, Lady of the gentlest of Hearts, whilst you and I were engaged in our brief, insightful conversation, did you see my son heft a huge container of mineral water from my cart and place it upon the conveyer belt? I missed the sight, but the pretty ladies behind us reddened and giggled; one female exclaimed, “What a strong little boy, and what a flirt he is!” (She looked rosey, glossy, directly stepped from the cover of the Autumn Vogue magazine which begged a buy, while witness to the fun.) Earlier in the shopping adventure, I wish you had been nearby as we perused the bakery section. I told Leo, moving swiftly, miserably, away from the bakery, "I've been craving a brownie for weeks." Leo doesn't really like brownies, or anything chocolate, very much. He did, however, walk over to the bakery shelf, where sumptuous treats of every manner fill approximately twenty crowded shelves, and never cease to baffle my brain, utterly stumping my decision-making process, each time I allow my chocoholic's eyes to linger in that haven...He walked directly over to that heavenly section (I had averted my eyes, truth to tell). His little hands quickly picked up a medium-sized, round pan, while he simultaneously indicated a second pan, this one small and square. I, his own mother, actually thought, "Since Leo doesn't like chocolate, and he has likely never eaten a brownie, I am in zero danger of Leo finding my chocolate fantasy today."

His left hand cradled a pan which read "Brownies;" these appeared to be a conglomerate of low-calorie, non-fat, dull, tasteless, baked brown fake things, bland-looking enough as to nearly remove my urge. The little foil pan at his right hand offered me a decadent, four-piece selection of 300 calorie-a-piece, walnut-smothered, still oven-warm, fudge brownies. Oh, my boy! I love your Heart! I crouched to transfer love into his eyes.

Sister-supermarket shopper: I do not think you are a villain. I only ask you to imagine, to stretch your mind's boundaries a bit. Please be not offended by my request, as I bear you no ill will; I understand your...well...your ignorance. I have been (I am!) ignorant about a great many subjects in my Life. I try to learn from every experience, although certain grooves inside our brains are so well-worn as to be slippery, so we stick steadfastly to their old familiar curves, fearing an avalanche if we are to detour...Thank you again, Madame. I pray your bananas bring you enormous enjoyment. Please consider my intelligent little son as you bite into that perfect, miraculously-formed fruit. Even if you discover a tiny bruise, you might still consider that Natural wonder a piece of perfection...

Oh, and I appreciate the way you jogged my memory, Ma'am: I craved a tiny botanical review, after meeting you...Did you know?...Bananas don't grow on trees!

Part I, "The BoardWalk" series

2011-09-15T17:12:00.000-07:00

I tune into you

ever since I was a child (and now)

sitting in a most unlikely place,

seeing Energy take shape,

assume new form where love had never lived
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In you walk

My whole World shifts -

You stepped right into the Energy!

She beckoned you with Joy! your surprising eyes of Sea!

My angel came aLive

To teach me all that I might ever do, and more...

(myriad molds to form in a LifeTime;
Dare I ever dream to build those stores of yours?)

In you walk, my angel...

My whole World shifts...

~~~

You sing me to sleep on a Brooklyn beach

on the Boardwalk, where my monsters sleep, below;

they remain asleep; they flee; your love rocks me:

Your Gift of Peace

for my beloved Nina

foam mansions (excerpt from "The BoardWalk" series)

2011-09-15T17:11:00.000-07:00

flowing full rush into Rivers,

whose mouths open wide to ports,

where they crash!

the doors eclipse!

now the Rivers eschew the creatures' shores,

back splash wack!

wild white waves

in force to find new form

draft new-Souled mansions

to be Born

post-Dawn ruins...

Painted Darker Blue to Desperate Tunes...

2011-09-14T18:51:00.000-07:00

Painter: Darker Blue to Desperate Tunes,
Your kiss moves, simmers Songs, deep caverned Blue

Your deep contralto aches me into Being

I feel your Force, to Prove the Lightening True

Your scarecrow smile, your spindled wasted body

An Iron vessel huge for Singing True

Worlds of pain and love rushed, surged your Being

I feel your force to prove the Lightening True.

Little sister, diasphoric baby

Humanities' fears flushed full in frightened you

Your deep contralto aches me into Being

Your eyes kissed mine inside the orange Moon

further excerpts from " Circles "

2011-09-10T08:29:00.000-07:00

even if I knew a way to show you the fluid Circle,
She whose concentricities form multiplicitous mysteries,
colored bubbles, hoola hoops,
rainbows afloat in diamond spirals;
imperfectly round, exquisite, transparent,
iridescent Mount Cloud mansions,
all swimming 'round in a huge pool of glow...

if I should know the secret to the Whole
No more Mystery to ponder...
perhaps my bubbles might evaporate -
Empty would be my rich round Life...

To My Twitter Friends, all over Universes

2011-08-11T21:07:00.000-07:00

Many MANY thanks to my beautifully Souled Twitter Angel Friends!!!!

You are a constant & Positive Inspiration.

Please know I have you in my Heart & my Mind;

I have very little Time for my Writing, my Passion....

I will be back, as always, to Read *your* work, to spread Words about*your* aesthetic works.

I send you HeartVibes,

& a couple of this Night's rambling thoughts

Rainbowed arms hold us inside, tether us to each other inside Her torments...

I am so privileged to be part of this Circle with you. Love

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A Writer makes love to each sacred Word..as a Singer makes love to each Note.

I want to Write in this way ;

You Inspire me, angels xox

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PeaceLove&Smiles, CherylFaith (ChayaChaya)

moments

2011-08-11T18:55:00.000-07:00

take your long wrangly fingers off me

leave me entrance to my head...

get away!

your walls try to close me in

but I move out

too much racing,

wasting sacred Moments

Symphonies in Awe (excerpt from ThemeSongs)

2011-08-11T18:38:00.000-07:00

Infinity , Eternity, jeweled myriad soft Moons guide you, glide you
find your seeking Soul, dear friends
We never end
We never end

©CherylFaith Taylor

Flavour of the Month

2011-08-03T12:31:00.000-07:00

Presenting....bass drum rolls over & over, crescendos,
plunges to soft , insinuating snares, rumbles once more, & then...
Silence:

Flavour of the Month is "Codeine"

His silent stance seems lionine.

Coated in crimson yellow haze

I've not a Word worth "say" -

Darkness floats it all away -

Your new Laughing Coat, frenzied codeine dreams...

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A visit to your dentist leads "a feeling of well-being"

"Please help me; I can't stand the pain!"

"Don't cry, darling, see the way

to feel relaxed; recline my dear..." Die

summer leaves in acid Rain

Flee this place! Forget your face;

Don the dam-ned masque of Treats!

Join psychadelic rainbow elves

who dive into her core;

bite her arsenic apple gore…

Pronounce her sweetness times twenty four,

before they arrive to pry you off the spikey metal fence,

("This is where I fell asleep" reads the Bookmark of Before.)

The joke you find a'sneerin at your bloody weepy eyes stole wings,

floats high upon the Mountain peak,

The Circle forces you to wait

Hold on, sweet darling...

only a little bit more...

This Day’s flavour is lionine,

A tiny Knight (or so he seems);

His white coat glows colours, blurs to haze…

She speaks with nothing more to say

Darkness floats it all away

Your laughing coat, in opiate haze

*the Court Jester snickers at you from an obfuscated corner :

"Didn't I warn you, oh sweet one?"

** if you scroll to bottom, please do a search for " Court Jester "...

Arteries... (excerpts)

2011-07-31T11:38:00.000-07:00

Parte I : Views from my bedroom window,
Agua Miel (HoneyWater)

Four hundred eighteen fluid Lives

Surge unseen through your Living Stream;

Thrice-gleaned photos, my tossing Dreams,

You glow volcanic strength in Nights,
silence sirens, fear-hewn screams

(all I have to do to see you is peer out my window;

I wish those dogs would leave you in peace)

jeweled spray, Quash heat's stormed torments' rise;

shoot Life to surface; I realize

your every diamond droplet, guided by Good,

injects Lives, raises alien- coated angels in Blaze...

Who gifted you your kind-Hearted potency,
your unceasing bravery,
your expertise to drown our searing pain?

You bundle children in smokey quilted air,

cleanse parents' tears,
you exalted River...

I peer through my bedroom window,

ask your crimson metal sentinel Home a question,

flash his potent flowing honey my largest smile.

~~~~~~

parte IV: TearDrop

I kiss your teardrops,
taste Earth & Heaven's Salt & Rain...
My finger loves the skin around your eyes' soft contours;
your sweet baby breath soothes my tormented Heart
even in your tiniest TearDrop lives a sacred sentient Life

{Please lose your fright at the sound-barrier-breaking-alarm;

a Fire Brigade arrived when you were Born & lost consciousness}

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Eighteen Billion Jewels in the Sky to Guide You

2011-07-30T14:55:00.000-07:00

by "Sky" I metaphorically mean "all around you".

I'll probably change the name of the Project;, as I love ~long vowel sounds.

Short letters, like the "e" in "Gems," grate at me.

They are Musically different to my general style.

Every Friend who visits here, please know:
I know you each from different Times & Places; I've a unique feeling of "Friend" for each of you.

This virtual page (I mean our new Facebook Page) is a shameless self-promo, :)
for a publication of my material;

I was coerced into participation there!

Whether my baby (the "Collected Works" (*a nod to my Mentor*)

sells 1 copy, 0 copies, or...dare I say...~more~...please know you are a part!

I desire to help people in my Writing...I always pray to do so...

Simply, Thank You. You are many special People...Look around at who has gathered here...

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Waiting for Microwave Popcorn

2011-07-25T22:55:00.000-07:00

Streets full of Wild Rain run awry

Amongst ice cream slicked Dreams,

Children's screams in hollows;

Gigantic Creature cameras preview Avenues,

Streets full of Wild Rain

Screens illuminate a huge Steel Body

Show tiny people's Joy,

Glow accidental Beings' Love;

Metal Monsters' razored teeth clamp

Down...

Beneath Stars whose Lives lead you,
footprints to faery Stories,

Beneath The Core,

the seering, seething, slithering, dancing heart,

Wild Rain caresses; Wild Rain flies and rivulets,

crazy morphing concentric spirals;

Wild Rain smacks your face with frigid, foreign, frozen Island Wind;

Wild Rain caresses, ushers you Home.

( draft I )

Who Rains

2011-07-25T07:21:00.000-07:00

This Day...the Mothering Sky weeps cathartic tears;
Who Rains here,
soaking tiny droplet sugar Hearts,

melting molecules into Earth,
molding

tiny candy Hearts

like Valentines

I didn't get...

ToDay, I do, but fear to blink,

lest my mouth forgets to open

for your Fountain's bounteous Jewels

I didn't "get" this Song when I was tiny; now I do, & can't stop weeping...

"If I could save Time in a bottle, the first thing that I'd like to do

Is to save every Day til Eternity passes away, just to spend them with you..."

"Time in a Bottle"
by Jim Croce, another Artist whose soaring Soul flew...so young he seemed, to us...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QBWDHyAct4w ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Amy WineHouse

2011-07-23T12:31:00.000-07:00

Another bright Old Soul survives a Moment; she Flies;

once more, a stunning Star cries out;

leaves feathers, flowers, felinesque-d eyes;

Your tempestuous gentleness,

so sad, your desperate cries;

Your wavering flame sought breath in mists

In Tune with elder goddesses

My Soul sighs & weeps...

I wish I had ~really known who you were, this Time around...
© CherylFaith Taylor 2011

the princess of Long Island

2011-07-18T21:08:00.000-07:00

( excerpt from the series, "Bungalow Diaries" )

Her pretty elvin head
Sweet little deaf ears -
but for the thunder one hears
when diamond boulders play "mad escape!"
down hungry, greedy, dreadful, demonic drains

~~~~~~~~

You flail your arms
All they see: a tiny thing
A curiosity, "a pity..."
"Poor sweet little angel..."
Pretty blind eyes, has she; (excepting largesse);
Impossible they would really see you:
King!
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sweet baby Genius,
(You said I shouldn't tell them)
Sweet baby Genius,
your laps cross lakes far too frightening
for eensy bitsy princesses
to ever even enter.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Your steady aureolic Globes, wise Eyes, cherubic shining Smiles;
Your silent soft audacious eyes show smile-sprayed Sky, horizons climbed...

You flash past vapid princesses in eggshell blue bikini tops;
They poke each other, side to side, while sun cells claim their shallow eyes;
You dive - whoosh!- "Creep!" their screams decry,
"You stupid boy, my hair, my eyes!"

Your hands squeeze Lightening...

Movie rolls; we see them writhing side by side
We hear them crying, leaving here,
You kiss them, brush mottled doll-hair
You soothe their fear, you angel King
You smooth their journey, bid them, "Bye!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You hold more courage, more Self, more Heart
than those hollow cloned dolls on Ikea's trendy shelf near their beachfront bedrooms...
You know ...You comprehend, have come to ease their playtime wars

Your flailing arms glow in Dark and your hands hold Lightening
Bolts, brightening vacuums -
Your Mind, aeons wiser,
beyond books the Princess ever studied at Yale;
Your Heart, roomy, to calm trembling dolls' delicate new-manicured hands
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Maybe one of these Days,
in Time's wise teasey Momentary spark

the Princess of Long Island
will grow up and up.....

and her Soul, her Soul, too...
may glow half as Bright as yours...
Maybe one Day...

© CherylFaith Taylor

Hope's Daddy

2011-07-12T22:07:00.000-07:00

She teases, giggles! "Race ya' home! You *know* I'll be there first!"

Bicycle wheel collides with Rock! Hope tumbles; she shrieks!

Oblivious, my tinny yellow Toodle-loop radio reposes on Earthen bed,
flung in pieces to Ground:
Top Ten pop tunes silenced
Silence...

(But didn't I hear...?)

Freddie serenades two girls,

"Beelzebub"

climbs, climax! crescendoes! -

oblivious to our pre-pubescent Theatre...

New Silence
til piercing shrill shriek screams!

Hope, brave agonized 12-yr-old,

broken bones cushioned by forest floor's embrace;

Burnt sienna waves a'tangle on Earthen pillows,

Evergreens; March's tentative Sun...

1975...

Sky, whispering, still holding Snow...

Hope, my friend, you broke your collarbone...

but...Your Dad will die in a freak accident, two years on;

we had no revelation then...

Mr. Ski-Bum drove hastily Home to Brooklyn,
Dreaming of the White White...

our beLoved Catskill Mts...
"Seven Days on, til I fly those slopes once more..."
Dreaming...

We didn't know; nobody Saw:
the same Circle held a more deeply sinister view:

Another Brooklyn weekender
tied trailer to 70's boat of an auto,

huge gas-guzzler holds exotic Nascar-worthy ride

upon a flimsy homemade wooden bed,

amateurishly tied...
Instrument of your Daddy's death, my beLoved Hope...

displayed prominently in Time's Circle...but...

How on Earth could we see the Circle, then,
?

We didn't know...

Your fractured collarbone Pain felt like ether,
against your Heart's sear-ed ache when your Dad departed...
Daddy...Hope's Daddy...

I knew not how to help...

Our Friendship stole hiatus, as we rode our separate Journeys;

Where are you now, angel?

I'm so sorry, Hopey!..

Sorry for your pain, my girl...

Do you recall...your bone-crunch into Forest's loving furrow

sent me peddling, speeding home;
12-yr-old limbs pumping Time's barriers,
( you said, "like orange juice bolts to a hangover,")

I raced Time for Home:
"Ambulance, please!!!"

Years before cell phones...

or 911...

I blamed myself...why?

I do not remember "why"

A Friends' Guide: How to speak to a parent whose Child has Trisomy21; aka I do not have a "Down Syndrome Child..."

2011-07-08T22:52:00.000-07:00

(Thank you, sweet Joe, for Being the Person, a Friend, I have always known you were...Love you!)

PLEASE SCROLL TO NEXT BLUE LETTERS IF YOU WANT THE QUICK READ

(rough draft, upon finishing a Novel, which I thoroughly enjoyed, until my Heart sank, page 266)

(My forgiveness to you, Authoress, as your ~*character* was speaking~)...Still, after a thoroughly haunting, emotional, mesmerizing ~Experience~ of a Read, I felt completely dis-Heartened (redundant Word) at seeing: "...helping Down syndrome kids make and sell printed sweatshirts..." (anonymous, as I truly loved your Book, until this point, a surprising poisonous dollop of curdled whipped cream, atop your decadently delicious treat of a Read.) When I message you, Ms...., please listen as a Mother, with your Heart; please understand that your Book has struck me as an absolute Literary Classic - you deserve every award you have earned. However, (I re-iterate) please hear me with your Heart.... And....Please feel free at *any* time, to interview me; please ask me any question you might have as to *our* experiences in having/raising a child who has Trisomy21. Please ask about my babe, who is no longer a baby, at the ripe old age of 7!

~~Reader, if you tire of my verbosity, please, at least, Read here? HearthThanks...Love to you!

I don't have a "Down Syndrome Son" (or a French Poodle!). I have a son who "has" Trisomy 21," or "Down Syndrome". I have a son who happens to have been born with Down's Syndrome, a condition which is *not* medical; nor is it a disease. Leo was blessed with an extra chromosome. I would choose my Leo over any other baby in the Universe, given myriad choices over InFinite Centuries. I chose not to opt for amnio or any genetic testing when I carried my child, as I knew, as his Mother: Leo is strong, healthy, dynamic, intelligent, resourceful, creative; he will be more than capable than living independently in this World. Like your little boy(s), Leo plays baseball, loves vanilla or strawberry ice cream, disdains chicken (well, maybe not like your son...after all, Mommy *is* a Vegetarian); Leo lines the perimeter of his room w/his favorite Books, having decided to call them, "Leo's Library." Leo may learn via slightly different channels than your little boy; he may be delayed in one area or another; these capabilities/differences do not make Leo pitiful or less intelligent; he is Leo. Please do not feel sorry for us, or, even worse, tell me, "I'm sorry."

Please do not assume (or say!) "He's such an angel!" All children are angels sometimes, devils at other Moments.

*~* Sometimes, my son is the one who "helps".

He is masterful at a great many pursuits. He loves to "volunteer, "

& knows the Word, even if he does not pronounce it with expertise...yet... :)

Things you might say (or not say) which a Friend might say (or not):

1) He has beautiful eyes (they're his Daddy's British eyes) :)

2) Upon hearing Leo's "No," simply to assert himself, remind me how your son/grandson/nephew/friend's son/cousin/lover's child/surrogate son/ any little boy you adore... defiantly proclaims "No!" & will do the opposite of what you may ask him to do.

3) Tell me how your (little boy) used to...{ } Find the similarities...do not focus on the differences

4) Neither Robin (hubby) nor I = angel; neither of us has loads of patience. Please assume I am likely a little bit tired after a Day with a young child, (remember when you may have felt the same way?)

How about sharing a bit about *your* experiences.

5) Speak with *Leo*. Leo is a Human Being, as you are, as are any children in your own Life..

Leo is a 7-yr-old boy, & he wants you to ask ***him*** his name; he wants you to ask ***him*** "How old are you," altho "seven" can be a difficult Word to pronounce (he practises obsessively, on long Rainy afternoons, Home, with Mommy, surrounded by the wealth & Colour of his proudly, lovingly Created "Leo's Library" )

He may begin your conversation quite shyly, as, like his parents, he feels very shy about pronouncing Words/expressing his deep Thoughts, when he has not yet perfected his desired outcome of your meeting.),

He would like you to realize he is a *very* smart boy.

He loves women, from peer girls, to more mature ladies. He has a fondness for the dramatic, as well as for "femininity;"
ok...he is curious about the differences between males & females (as I was,at his age...is that normal?)

....He likes women's chests! (that's something I *didn't,* at his age....or ever...) :)

He once stole my liquid eyeliner & lined his right eye, perfectly, waterline included, while lying on his stomach, without a mirror.
I still have trouble, after a couple of decades... :)

6) Read to Leo...better yet, ask Leo if
he would like to Read (or Write, use his computer, play, Color)
with ~you~....

(He adores your attention, &
perhaps he might help you out with a project.)

(Every game/playtime need not be a "lesson," of any sort.
We all simply want to"Play" at times, don't we?)

7) so much more to follow, but I must curtail for ToNight; altho I love these Hours for Writing, my hubby says he cannot Sleep. My spacebar key sticks & every time I hit it, he coughs...
To Be Continued

8) Ask me about Trisomy 21 {gets out Books, to review Science, in case that's the angle you'd like, altho, surely, you can do a Search...}

Leo is Musically, Athletically, Socially Talented (as well as Literally, like his Mom) :).

Leo received the above Abilities

a)because he is Leo,

& b) because children who are born with Down's Syndrome are **more like their parents than they are like other

kids who have Down's Syndrome.**

(NOT: "Down syndrome kids...")

When you meet my babe, if you are my friend, please be like my angelic friend, Joe, whom I've known for centuries, & t& tell me, "Oh, my nephews hate..." or "My nephews are afraid of..." Normal talk about kids!

To Be Continued...Please Remember:

My son *has* Down's Syndrome.

My son was born with Down's Syndrome (Trisomy 21)

I am the proud Mommy of a child who happens to have been born with Trisomy21 (please look it up if you are uncertain)

This is a **Rough draft** !! I can Write more refine-edly than this Emotional Catharsis (ok...vomit)...

18,000 Thanks for Reading, Authoress...Your Novel is of a rare, Magical, imminently skilled Heart...You are a wonderfully skilled WordCrafter...I must grow a thicker skin...I do not wish to hurt you...please forgive, if I have...****Members of my own family have "slipped up" & used the exact terms you've utilized; my Mom's a Writer, too...and a Mom! TBC...as always...

2011-07-03T20:22:00.000-07:00

Most often, the Words I Write are already inside my ...head (?)

I discover them , as if I've entered a secret room,

a place where Dreams make love with Thought..

CFT

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Poetry is not a message. Messages are read and understood:

I have a very intense dream world.

I receive 'messages'.

I can feel it, but I do not understand..."

"Poezija ni sporočilo. Sporočila preberete in jih razumete: Imam zelo intenziven sanjski svet. Prejemam 'sporočila'.Čutim jih, a jih ne razumem, ..."

Tomaž Šalamun (MLADINA, Intervjuji 2011; junij 2011)

(Thank you, Ivo Frbezar)

http://ivofrbezarbooks.weebly.com/

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o20VGcSIZ-0

2011-07-03T10:59:00.000-07:00

The Tragedy of Arthur by William Shakespeare: The First Modern Edition of His Lost Play, with an Introduction and Notes by Arthur Phillips
by Arthur Phillips (Goodreads Author)

CherylFaith Taylor's review

Jul 01, 11

Read in April, 2011

anxious pre-Book-receipt insanity:

alas I have not read it yet...I did, however, hear the Author...discuss it...I am intrigued beyond words...
Waiting...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

April 12, 2011

Interim comments!

I am immersed in this extremely unusual novel, reading as slowly as I possibly can, while I feel desirous of devouring the Masterpiece in a single sitting. I resent the very Moments I must steal to type these words! Yet, I am unable to contain my thoughts. Mr. Phillips has gifted his Readers with Gold. I feel so involved with the quirky, intelligent, realistically portrayed characters and their lives, they stay with me Day and Night; the Author's insights into Humanity are striking and unrivaled; he expresses these Truths in myriad, flawless, seemingly magical manners.

The comedic, ingenious narrator's "autobiographical introduction" kept me rolling with laughter, although I even shed a few tears. The Author's Creativity is unrivaled; with his uniquely imaginative ease of describing his characters and their lives, the Reader constantly wonders "Is this true?" I saw what I can only describe as ~circles within circles, or ~mirrors within mirrors, as certain characters and events, having been available to the public, reflect actual aspects of the Author's Life...or do they??

As the pages become fewer, I feel a deepening sadness...I have tried to savour the Story, delicately, carefully, so as not to arrive at an end...The Play awaits...be still, my Heart! DO NOT MISS THIS NOVEL
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

April 17, 2011

more Interim Comments
I could have swallowed this Book whole in a Night...but I starved meself a bit, & went to see the Bard himself, at a Reading in NYC's East Village :)

http://thedalove18.blogspot.com/2011/04/...

*Disclaimer: I am not a Reviewer; I'm a Poetess. Perhaps more importantly, I am a Reader.
I couldn't continue to ration the "Intro" part of this Novel any longer I simply could not bear the torture of saying good-bye to the characters. Instead, I gave them each a sad little wave, and a promise to visit again soon. Unable to restrain myself, I began the Play. I feel neurotic Joy and worry. I read so quickly, I am liable to swallow this whole, in a single sitting. Discipline. Must employ discipline.

The name of the Bard who composed this Masterpiece will resound for at least another 400 years in the Minds and Souls of Readers, Actors, Scholars...
I'm sure to write more when it's all over. I'll try not to spill tears upon this page. I have not enjoyed a Literary *jewel* as much as The Tragedy of Arthur since...Mr. Phillips' other Novels: Prague , The Egyptologist , Angelica , and The Song Is You .

Release is two ! Days away! I doubt the Literary World suspects the rich surprise which will soon be unleashed, to grace Universal Bookshelves. Save a special space for Arthur Phillips' amazing Gift !
~~~~~~~~~~~~

July 1, 2011

Due to Life ~stuff,~ bundled with the fear of "I'm not a Book Reviewer," I am tardy in completion of my review of the *Play,* The Tragedy of Arthur , especially the second part of the Novel, which completely thrilled and amazed me. I thoroughly enjoyed every Word, everything EVERYTHING about this Play, which most certainly may have been composed by Shakespeare (or Shakespere). I love the so - very - similarly - Shakespearean humor, characters (flaws and lovely qualities, alike); era-appropriate-language, double entendre, iambic pentambric meter (which, endearingly, & so Shakespeareanly, often extends itself within a conversation spanning the lines of more than a solo character); I am enchanted by the extensive, oftimes modern, footnotes. The characters engaged my Heart, and I shall never forget any of them...They are multi-dimensional ~people. The entire Book illustrates an intense love of Writing, of Storytelling; the Author showcases his ability to think and to Write layer upon layer of complex thought, multi-sensual imagery/feeling, plot, in "Seamless Circles" {Footnote below!} which I have not previously observed in any other Author of this Era...(I met Emily Bronte and a few other beLoved Muses mine who had passed before I read Arthur Phillips)... The Tragedy of Arthur may very well be immortalized as Mr. Phillips' most royally - crafted Masterpiece.

"seamless circle" are Arthur Phillips' own Words,
as mentioned in his recent essay for the Official Blog of the Library of America:
http://blog.loa.org/2011/05/arthur-phillips-probes-seamless-circle.html

ardour's no release

2011-07-02T10:27:00.000-07:00

Your cerulean eyes smiled down into mine,

The Seas rocked and tumbled our steamy sweet bed

Souls touched and kindled a blaze for all Time

I remember you Then -

Do you recognize me?

part deux

those two tiny marks on your neck lead into the vast House of your Soul
your deepening Soul...our Souls flow'ring Mountains ;

meeting nor meeting nor speaking with you
served to break the spell you cast upon my Mind,

only deepened Torture's omnipresent, omniPotent embrace

(experiment à deux ?)

ConFluence (dedicated to Eudora Welty)

2011-06-27T12:59:00.000-07:00

O! My Goddess! How you startle me!

You appear inside a Mirror

Like the Spirit of my Mermaid

Come to whisper of dark Oceans & ten temperamental Seas...

Dear Sweet Goddess, I adore thee!

Wise wide eyes weave wanton MoonBeams

Soft thighs open Desert Treasure

Like the Secret whispering sand dunes...

Won't you marry me?

Won't you wed me to my swarthy prince

My elusive gentle lover

(in our eyes he can't seek cover

In our eyes he can't seek cover

In our eyes he's lost for cover)

For our Hearts can see...

to be continued ....

where Memories collide and slide your Soul to...

2011-06-12T10:49:00.000-07:00

June 4, 2011

This Day agonizes

This Day is Beauty

This Day throbs and beats out Life's aching melodies;

Life's excruciating arms pound out her bass-line percussions

Her Rhymes whose meters never truly rhyme...

Life's most painful Day

only pretends, and

hides

softly sleeping bubbles,

The Mountains' ancient caressive "hush"...

They Hold her aches, Light her Stars in your ears,

If you choose to hear her Songs...

Climax inside This Achingly Beautiful Day

Carnival

2011-05-01T12:59:00.000-07:00

YesterDay's Carnival Air ached my Heart - I knew not why.

My Heart *always* aches if I visit a Fayre

My child rode around in a little car & smiled;
the Music in his eyes tickled me to tears...

La gran rueda* spun lazily in a carefree Sky,

run by a man who'd arrived from afar, after an arduous, dangerous, 8-Day Journey...

I nearly cried: Joy at my child, while pain for my brothers,

who run the juegos (rides) for other dad's sons,

while they'd rather be home with their own...

May you be well, may Peace be with you, lads...

* rueda : wheel.... "la gran rueda" : big ferris wheel

Butterfly My Heart

2011-04-09T09:52:00.000-07:00

I

Butterfly my Heart-you do! Oh! (sigh)

I must be leaving soon,

to howl

to race my sisters' Souls, inside this glowing orb of Light,

down spiral screenings!

Plays! -

in Tune

to Sisters, (wait, please!)

hold my Cloud

II

(finally in acknowledgement of my myriad male Muses)

Butterfly my Heart! His cerulean eyes
Sing HeavenSongs, tho heathen they've been named;
From whence receives my Muse his lofty iron,
his gentleness of Heart when Peace he grants?

(below:

notes during composition):

His "gentleness of Heart" *and* his "lofty iron"
are both akin to a bloodletting,
for , solely his Inspire, my Heart's Fullness as I free me to breathe his sturdy silken touch,
afford me Moments' Peace:
Words fall upon my Page
,

III
Faery King's Rain
( a separate, distinct Story - Play, inside "Butterfly My Heart")

for Eternally Beautiful Freddie

*~*for the lovely LucasWarWillow & Janet E. Gunn*~*

~~~~~

ButterFly my Heart, you do, King Faery

He sweeps the Sky, aflutter in RainBowed Fire!

Horrors! Help! He's blown asunder! {deep pause}

Frangipani, Frankin - scented Zepher
embraces His emaciated Heart;
Sees salt-Sea sprays in Dark, conspired to flail,
to tarnish Darling's silent sacred Night!

"Away!" Zepher 's steel battle-cry assails!
"Hold tight, my Beauty; none shall break my child!"
King Faery flushes, weeps, within fevery Dreams;
then off He flies! now Free to soar, Iron Sire!

{evil whisper}

"Your pretty toy in Faery - captive -Land?"

No! Zepher Prince assured King Faery's reign!

My curtsy yours, jewel-Hearted Guardian Fae {a deep and humble curtsy}

~~~~~

I long to stand beneath your sacred Rain,
To Be inside your Kingdom, hold your pain
but a Moment, for to dance in Angel's arms
We need his taste: King's rich lush Royal Rain
His Spirit floats to slake our draughted throats
His Majesty, sweet Magic iron fae !

ButterFly my Heart, you do, King Faery

my Heart, my Peace, for Ever yours to reign

Where do you fly these Days, my sweet lord?
If long enough I smile at Summer's Skies,
might our eyes touch?

For Arthur Phillips, in anticipation of the publication of his controversial new Masterpiece, THE TRAGEDY OF ARTHUR

2011-04-06T09:16:00.000-07:00

I count the hours til my voracious eyes

My Soul, my Heart experience his Work,

A controversial Masterpiece, I'm told

He puzzles MasterMinds of Medieval lore

Centuries melt with bold strokes of his pen

a New Bard born for Immortality;

Two Lives? Your eyes shine mirth in mirrored halls

You tease, you thrill the Minds of kindred Souls

Who, Bard, in your gilt pages, plumed this play ?
I pray you be not jailed for stepping forth
To show the World the Greatness of a Scribe
Whose pen afloat in shadow ever lies...

*********

http://www.arthurphillips.info/TheTragedyOfArthur/TragedyOfArthur.html

I'm now reading... & I am completely blown away. Mr. Phillips may have outdone himself!

I wish this book would never end...

http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/125383027

Photo ©Todd Evans

April 10, 2011

Novelist, Arthur Philips, at the East Village's (NYC)
*KGB Bar,* reading from his new & controversial Book,
THE TRAGEDY OF ARTHUR.

The Book will be released on April 19, 2011,

in honour of the BirthDays of Two Important Bards.

Imagine! : These Geniuses were
born on the very same Day,
400 years apart.

Mr. Phillips' Novel includes:

... Part I: a rollickingly humorous, imaginative, intricate, perspicaciously - worked, page-turner of a Novel, about an eccentric & immensely lovable family.

Mr. Phillips was *compelled* to write this Intro...
You will see why...

Part II: A recently discovered Play by William Shakespeare (?) !! ,
published in 1597! :)

http://www.amazon.com/Tragedy-Arthur-Novel-Phillips/dp/1400066476/ref=pd_rhf_p_t_2

http://www.arthurphillips.info/TheTragedyOfArthur/TragedyOfArthur.html

http://thedalove18.blogspot.com/2011/07/tragedy-of-arthur-by-william.html

*Photo by Todd Evans

Seven Springs in Seven Songs, for Leo (excerpts)

2011-03-30T15:07:00.000-07:00

Canto I

You can climb that Tree, sweet angel, my son;

Reach the puffy dancey face and hold her!

Who cares if people say you can't eat Clouds?

Canto II Cloud Sandwiches

Cloud sandwiches taste divinely sweeter

layered in ribbons of Cerulean Summer

Toasted to warm in celestine yellow Light.

NewBorn giddy green, aglow upon your plate,

Smiles up in your eyes, as trees, reflected, do.
At seven, you know the deep love of her smiles;
Hold tight my hand; we'll visit Seven Springs

Photos by Robin; Art & Design by TamEva Le Fay

2011-03-14T10:46:00.000-07:00

Trio

2011-03-14T10:14:00.000-07:00

Egyptian Queen: Her Dreams, your Screen, my Stage;

Thespian three swirl fantasies, drench your Dreams;

Patchouli-scented Air seduces kings,

Slain supplicant heroes at our painted feet.

Bronzed Feline deities, eyes wink, serpentine,

see all who pass these deep dark caverned paths,

musted over in clay Moon’s crimson dust,

twined ghost queens forever his majesty’s demise…

Egyptian Queen: Her Dreams, your Screen, my Stage;

Thespian three swirl fantasies, drench your Dreams;

Patchouli - aroma-ed Air seduces kings;

Slain supplicant heroes beg at our painted feet.

Jeweled moonbeams writhe nude inside us upon this Stage;

You came to me in Night’s damp drizzled clothes,

A moor-bound waif; you begged I’d grant your stay;

Your escape rode soft on my trance, through silver Night.

We broke our Journey to find our ancient Queen;

Heavy desert Air! She coughed as she awoke;

We lifted her, moved her, weightless to heaven’s stage

You sang her silent songs, gleamed stars upon her screen.

Gold trinkets, Silver! Pearls! Your feline eyes!

Our Queen, their screen, my stage, have you disguised;

You passed anew through one more curtained Dream;

We shall seek you, then away with our Ancient Queen!

Our Trio sings for those whose heads may turn

To feel foreign Wind, to whiff perfume-d Air

Of royalty, though steeped in other Times -

Three queens, our Hearts are yours: all men who dare…

Egyptian Queen: Her Dreams, your Screen, my Stage;

Thespian three swirl fantasies, drench your Dreams;

Patchouli - aroma-ed Air seduces kings;

Slain supplicant heroes beg at our painted feet.

for T.B.
for T.E.
for you, both Royal


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Tatoo

2011-03-04T10:46:00.000-08:00

A tingle tickles my tiny ear,

the ear with which I wreathed your sweet neck (mine)

I send armies of faeries to remove her trancing eyes from your smile

She throws fingernail daggers; "Be gone, prancing faeries!"

A tingle tickles a tiny ear;

a tattoo inside your fickle heart inflates,
forms eerie madhouse shapes

I am your only witness

My minions sharpen tiny lethal claws

**(yes, I know it hasn't any meter...that's why I call this a "workshop")

Thanks for reading in my playground :)

Aztec Eyes Canto III ? Pictures from the Big Pure Airy Round Box

2011-02-26T18:47:00.000-08:00

Below lie a few toys; I opened the box as gingerly as I could, but these flew out.
I've been working on Canto III of a
project started long ago.
I think these scenes are only a review...

("un cerro" is Spanish for a hill;

"un cerrito" signifies a little hill- "ito/ ita" may also be a term of endearment)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

One place I lived Before: a beautiful Life in rural Mexico's serene, immaculate Air.
Los conquistadores had not yet plundered...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Upon a cerro in the Sky, his eyes shone diamonds; he tasted my tears;
he smiled, flashing teeth, pure brute monte pearls

My Spirit sailed across la sierra to las Madres,

who toiled with calloused ranchito hands,
Gifting Light to pulque, heaven-blend.

They bade me sip mystic Mountain GoddessWine
~~~~

I followed his chameleon form;

his large dark hands blinded my eyes;

el cerrito's face scraped crimson rivulets down my legs

& cut my psyche

*el cerrito : the little hill

*yes, this is, indeed, a recap

un cerrito

Hypnos Loves Thanatos (working title)

2011-02-22T19:21:00.000-08:00

February 22, 2011

...Hypnos' iridescent Moon-hued eyes, betrothed's jewels ;

She peers, resigned, into sentry crimson Water :

Thanatos' angel's seamless purple rose

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

(a tiny Intermezzo, blanketed in a sweet pipe Tune )

Sublime to know TheLife in a SunFlower's Soul,

where her Energy lived before,

who strolled inside her Universe,

sweeping dust grown Gold

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

...Hypnos' applied slightly heavy eye-make-up,
donned a beaded, faded - flapper's black-lace dress
rouged pallid cheeks with hot red wax.
Out dancing in drag, Her Majesty knew safety;
Inside the scary little hours,
She escaped her fate for one more Night;
She needn't conjure Slumber for the Maiden,
She could enjoy herself at least for this one Night,
and

Thanatos'angel's seamless purple rose
would not be found without her Soul, in the East River,
No...not This Night

No Moon-hued eyes, betrothed's jewels ;

No crimson Water ;
No, not Tonight

This Bleeding Day

2011-02-20T16:15:00.000-08:00

Uncharitable Time! You bleed the Day at a speed be-Storm-ed!

Snickering plague, please find mercy for your animated subject Souls

~~~~~

A few "Twitterings" February 21, 2011 (a Futuristic Date)

@osmarjardim @bumfuzzled2004 @benmind

GoodNight, sweetOnes.

.May the Night hold you hidden diamonds;

may the Goddesses' smiles kiss your Poetry

ChayaChaya
@osmarjardim

My "Court Jester" story is,well, la verdad! He's been haunting me for years!

I finally begin to write about him, exorcise him?

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ChayaChaya
@osmarjardim I know you are not my "Court Jester,"

& I will love you no matter how you dress your head. xox

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ChayaChaya
@osmarjardim OMGoddess!Your eyes are kind,but your headdress frightens http://thedalove18.blogspot.com/2011/01/court-jester-introduces.html

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ChayaChaya
@Ourboro Please hold your smile, I designed for you, for your angel Heart, for your SkyBlue angelic aura... catch HeartVibes

ChayaChaya
Each Day, sans thought, we feel these tiny Freedoms, our Rights to speak, to disagree, to love,

to know no fear of bloody Dawning Night

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ChayaChaya
Another genius too sensitive for his LifeTime.May he live to love anew,transcended http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Foster_Wallace#Death 8:29 PM Feb 20th

ChayaChaya
Uncharitable Time! You bleed the Day at a speed be-Stormed!
Snickering plague, please find mercy for your animated subject Souls 7:16 PM Feb 20th
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ChayaChaya
My Heart feels warm at your kind RTs @arthurphillips @Ysabeluna @silverne @RibbonsInMyHair @Iliteratepoet @PinarAkal1 @AndrewRWeston 12:20 PM Feb 20th via web Retweeted by 1 person
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ChayaChaya
Love & Peace :) 6:26 PM Feb 19th via web Retweeted by 1 person

ChayaChaya
How cool - we are all graced as to experience One Moon...she's a Beauty...Awe... Peace, Love, Stars, and MoonBeams 8:09 PM Feb 18th via web Retweeted by 1 person

MoonMusings For @Ysabeluna @selkiec @silverne

2011-02-18T09:15:00.000-08:00

Close thine eyes, splay thy fingers,

Hear Her ancient rippling Sea?

Feel Her magic Music's Energy;

she shimmers Athena's Songs toward thee

Although thy shores may be foreign to my eyes,

How truly sublime, so blessed I feel

To know we share this Universe

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On Friday 18th February 2011, @ChayaChaya said:

#FF @Ysabeluna @selkiec @silverne Close your eyes, splay your fingers, see the ancient rippling Sea; feel magic Music's Energy shimmering Athena's songs toward thee? Altho thy shores may be distant from mine, truly sublime & blessed I feel to share with you this Universe

Valentine's Day... for my BeLoved Robin

2011-02-16T17:03:00.001-08:00

Cloud, You, my Love, of tangerine mist dress,

you sprinkle wildflowers over my weary Heart;

you caress my name in fuzzy Sky letters

Cloud, I'm unworthy of your SunFlower haze-d gaze;

I'd roll you over to my Soul's most golden King,

that he may breathe your trancey warm caress

Key-Notes (excerpts from Memoirs of the Key Dreamer)

2011-02-09T22:58:00.000-08:00

(I imagine so much Poetry is best Read aloud...or whispered...)

Dusk's dancing colors bleed, await these Words,

(Key-Dreamer trances, amidst the hidden Sky) :

"I see your tiny rolling voice waves: blue

your song, your seeds, your sullied secrets spilled

Please... won't you let me enter here, to Know?"
~~~~

a SeaBoat flies; flash! goddess' flailing fins:
Intoned by he: "Doth she imply you've known...?
Doth her moans
imply you've received the key?...

I have searched for Centuries..."

~~~~

11th February, 1918:

The heavy spirit-yard bell gongs noon.

My sister runs lost, a-mazed, in giant tea-towers,
drips molten tears on iridescent ice.

Each Firey bead melts traps for our wayward doppelganger;

She chases Muses 'cross Time, storms Centuries;

beneath flooded plains, 'cross hoary, frigid blind Mounts

a landscape drawn in Fire's mute misery...
I seek my purloined key
~~~~

My sister screams, her voice flails like a waif
'pon a chill embalming breeze, tossed from an older place...

"Frigid white princess, who moves upon your barren wedding bed,
Union of Her Love & Her Fury? "

"Life lies beneath the Ice, my frazzled dear!"

replies the Mother, her voice, a too-distant wail on Wind.

Frigid frozen phantoms stalk milky murky memories,

watch her wild wind walk, reach to feel her.

She feigns blindness; they fall to slumber.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

(Help! My doppelganger runs amok, rambles insane Winter metaphors on digital media!
We are still not connected to the Net
...I must find her!)

**************

**Dear Reader~~above & below & around,

seemingly fragmented??
For that reason, I call this digital space my

"Online Poetry ~Workshop) :)

sshhh...Listen...let go...Dream...

***********************

No small surprise illuminates mine eyes,
myriad Stars strewn all over the bed!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I'd Dreamed the view so many lonely Nights
while Dark crept Full with Creatures conjured
Candles illumined dread concoctions
Fright snaked snails all over me,
bundles of spiders tied 'round their creeping crackling bodies
No more sweet Dreams; she pilfered all-

then-
one Night

I climbed her ancient growl-clawed sides,
tumbled through Lightyears' rich black space;
then I
reached a deeper plain of Night
where slept the sisters' twisted gold.
Inside me, their secret armoured me bold;
I purloined but a tiny Mine
a fractal, round, burnt colors hewn in luminescent basement caves;
yes! returned Home, Victoria, vacant-eyed,
to find

hundreds of Stars quilting the restless bed...

still...She pines...

" I seek my purloined key"

(The Court-Jester and The Tea-Tower Damsel chase each other down smokey old cold corridors...
They both bore witness to the Key Dreamer's Flight)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

(I felt you, Dreamed you, ToDay, (Present LifeTime)

in Lazy WinterGoddess' twinkling teasey eyes...

I see you up inside those Ancient Rocky fortresses; I hear you singing! My baby hears you, too...

Do you see him devouring you into his Soul, you greedy girl?

He shall never forget his crazy Mommy telling him the ancient Stories

He knows how old you are...

probably knew before I even spoke the rare Secrets you allow me to hear

Sometimes, I think : "What balls you have!..you cackling, chilly-handed, IceBeam-tosser Lady!"

I hope you're having a grand old Time!)

and Thank You...

for No small surprise illuminates mine eyes,

myriad Stars strewn all over the bed!

upstate New York, Winter, 1888

to be revised; to be continued!

7 years old (a rant)

2011-02-07T18:32:00.000-08:00

     As a brief aside, (ok, a brag) :) our Leo, who happens to have been born with Trisomy 21, recently received his report card. He is following the un-modified 1st grade (age appropriate) NYState curriculum. His teacher rewarded his proficiency in most areas with above-average grades (ie equivalent of "B," in most cases. His grades soared in Art, Music, & even Gym! (We know where he got the Art & Music, while the jury is out on the origins of his athletic abilities, but we've narrowed it down to a British uncle who excelled in many athletic pursuits, as well as to my Nina (maternal grandmother), who played basketball at Girls High in 1910's, Brooklyn, NY).(**I miss you so, Neen- could really use your input Day-to-Day...but I do feel your support...)
~~~~~
     This year, supposedly for the convenience of the buses, the elementary & intermediate children (2 combined schools) who are transported by parents/guardians, are forced to line up in a (darkened) hallway, while ~we line up in *2* lines, facing them, separated by makeshift office space (2 tables with sign-out sheets) inside an extremely narrow corridor; we impatiently wait our turns to sign out our children. The children do not appear to be thrilled. (We are, by the way, dealing with a school for so-called"normal" or"typical" children (whatever that means.)

     Tired, antsy little kids (Kindergarten-grade 4 approx.) line the hallways, while exhausted educational professionals (all?) must keep our children in formation, until we parents arrive to retrieve our precious babes. How well do you think the kiddies behave?

     Our little boy works with an aide, a woman whose kind-Heartedness, of late, appears to be changing into...???
Certainly, her job is neither highly compensated, nor one of put-your-feet-up ease! Any of us who are parents, whether our children are specially Gifted or not (actually, they all are) :), know how children generally feel toward the end of the school Day. Is the above described scene not a recipe for tiny complaints, hair-pullings, "He opened my mochila?" "She took my mittens!" "He hit me!" ???

After a couple of incidents on the part of our little one, above-mentioned aide brainstormed a wonderful idea! "I will take Leo down early, & we will sit in the corner by the gym." Leo was thrilled! The Middle-School Girls' Basketball team practises in the gym after school! Leo is enamored of both girls (he especially loves older women) *and* basketball. Additionally, Intermediate School Band plays its last lovely number as lovely Aide arrives with Leo.

Non-angelic Leo (that's a stereotype; we're talking about a 7-yr-old *boy* here!) has acted out a couple of times. He is as impatient as his parents! Miss Aide's arrangement suits both people....or-wait a minute! Does it?!

    When I arrived Today, Miss Aide & Leo stood by the Gym. She was saying, "Now, Leo, what do you want? Can't you stand here quietly?" (No girls Today). Reading my child's Mind, I barely spoke to Miss Aide; I coated my Leo, & bid Miss Aide good-bye, saying "I cannot sanction this exclusion another Day!" (I know; I was unprofessionally assertive & likely embarrassed her in front of others; I am flawed & I am sorry for acting so-will apologize .) I brought Leo into the parent- line, where he was absolutely antsy, but maintained better behavior than several of the kids I observed to be lining the hallway. I asked him if he wanted to sit with the other children from now on, to which he replied affirmatively.

     Perhaps it's me? Who here could be considered a bit...dare I say...lazy? Is not the job of an Educational Professional to teach the children how to behave, rather than to *avoid* potential behavioral challenges? In such circumstances, how will a child learn ?

     Exclusion...no. No! No!! We will soon be meeting an area woman, a Professional Advocate, who has been through many similar circumstances. Her daughter, now 20, holds a Regents Diploma- you know, the kind of Diploma most college-entry youths obtain pre-college.
Oh...by the way...that girl has Down's Sydrome.

From the above-mentioned Advocate, I have learned many things...

Exclusion...no. No! No! No!!

Peace, an extremely determined, CherylFaith (whose son is a Winner, just like yours) :)

11th February, 1918:

2011-02-07T09:52:00.000-08:00

11th February, 1918:

The heavy spirit-yard bell gongs noon.

My sister runs lost, a-mazed, in giant tea-towers,
dripping molten tears upon iridescent ice.

Each Firey bead melts a trap for our wayward doppelganger;

She chases Muses 'cross Time, storms Centuries;

tosses teary Lakes, beneath hoary, frigid blind Mounts

I seek my purloined key

My sister screams,
her voice flailing like a waif upon a chill embalming breeze,

"Frigid white princess, who moves upon your barren wedding bed,
Union of Her Love & Her Fury? "

"Life lies beneath the Ice, my frazzled dear!"

replies the Mother, her voice, a too-distant wail on Wind.

Frigid frozen phantoms stalk milky murky memories,

watch her wild wind walk, reach to feel her.

She feigns blindness; they fall to slumber.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

(Help! My doppelganger runs amok, rambles insane Winter metaphors on Twitter! We are still not connected to the Net...I must find her!)

For My Friend, Faith, with Love

2011-02-01T17:58:00.000-08:00

Day 1:

Serena's huge, terrified eyes stared from a minute crevice of the ancient crags of Hazey Mountain. She peered, ribs, mind & Heart aching, at the iridescent SeaBirds and the two-legged butterflies, whose graceful, yet seemingly sinister movements threatened all she had ever known; their foreign eyes, limbs and dances, daintily pretty as they appeared, could be another effort, on the part of the Rectangular Royals, to extract the faeries, to murder and consume her Band, the only family she had ever loved. Her belly rumbled, but she must banish selfish nutrition from her thoughts; her predicament dictated that all her concentration must be upon the survival of her beloved FaeryBand. She had awakened here last Night, surrounded by her petrified Family, strangers to this heavy stultifying Air, an armslength across strange choppy waters from the true home of the humongous hostile Rectangular Royals.

Day 2

The Air and Sky colours began their tumultuous changes again. She held her sounds inside, even as the gentle, potentially fear-quashing Sea appeared to rise mere healing inches, beneath her broken feet. She could not interrupt the Rectangular Royals at their Evening Tea-Bath, lest they come for her Tribe of tiny, mute, downy-bodied faeries. She sensed the Royal Rectangles' gargantuan ears would catch even a cottony-cushioned breath.

"Pssst!" she dreamed she heard. "Pssst! Over here!" A quiet, rain-sweet song bubbled up from the Sea, beneath the bouldered blanket shelter of the ancient Mountain. Faint hope lit her Heart, although she knew the vision must be but a desperate apparition, created by her frantic Soul.

Her wet eyes touched a Rolling Star, swathed in bold rainbow raiments, wading gracefully as a CloudRunner, in the softer Sea beneath the cavern. "A WaterStar?!" her mind exclaimed, bemused, yet oddly ready to believe rescue could possibly arrive in such an implausible form. In her every distant memory, The Elders had sung whispery tunes of The WaterStars, but she had believed these PeaceCreatures to be their beautiful, loving mythology, conjured to form soothing guardianship to the cruel, violent world she and her Band would inherit. Perhaps she had...passed over? No. Her delicate, blissful family began to sigh silently around her. They had been covered in slumber when she awoke in this angular, belligerent place. The survival of Serena's faery babies and siblings weighed as if a Planet upon her Being. She yearned to show them, once more, their Sun, to assure them their World continued its perpetually golden, harmonious rhythm. She held them close to her, all the teeny, wide-eyed faeries, their tender sweetdough bodies warm inside her embrace.

The rolling WaterStar's colors sparkled cameleon colors, as she tumbled swiftly, soundlessly toward the Band. Her five points juggled two tiny glowing Suns, each the size of a ping-pong ball, (Serena had viewed the mythical game of "ping pong" inside an early childhood Dream). She felt her little ones' softwarm bodies bulge in delight, like miniscule bread rolls plumping in their ancient mothers' stone ovens. Serena realized she could finally sigh with relief, as the WaterStar smiled into her eyes, and continued her roll toward their hiding cave. As she reached the Faery Band, one of her points ceased juggling (the other four continued); the point rounded into a small, calm paw, its attached, bright-embered, ray-like arm, long enough to accommodate the ascent and board of the entire Band of tiny faeries.

The two shimmering Suns heated them and the Mountain, the Sea, the Air; Serena and the WaterStar fearlessly beamed. Words felt unnecessary. As Serena clamoured upon a Sun-Full WaterStar arm, her gratitude grew so strong, her Heart sailed out for a Moment, in the purified, kaleidoscopic Air! She knew the WaterStar had not been a FaeryTale; large, melting tears filled her eyes. She finally understood her Ancestors, and their never mythical Faith.

Our LifeTimes sway Together

2011-01-30T17:20:00.000-08:00

Our LifeTimes sway together.

a Candle dreams your eyes in muted light,

upon a glass of Rain, in a melted kaleidoscope Storm,

we meet Inside a secret place

a silent screen, silver draped,

a Soul touch. Flick! I weep.

The Chorus sees shadowy pinprick patterns,

dancing hopscotch children,

heathen pleasure - bathers' race in Summer's Golden Eyes;

I see us sway together.

You, arrayed in Elders' Mountain

while I cannot touch a Star; still, you hold me, a Moment;

You have deigned to dance with me,

a Soul too young; yours Old, Divine.

a Soul touch. Dark falls. I weep.

The Chorus sees diamondesque dances,

far-away constellations,

Poetry's velveteen Gifts at play in burning Summer's Sky

Our LifeTimes sway together.

a Candle dreams your eyes in muted light,

your ancient Mountain arms hold me; Star- melded tempestuous Life!

Poetry Lovers in arabesque

silent screams, silverNight draped,

a Soul touch. Pfff! I weep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

to a Muse

I desperately yearn to walk with you,

altho I never held your eyes in mine

missed your face in my LifeTime...

I search the dark for your smile,

for your sage propheticWords

Rich inside my ears aLive with your Music, your Magic;

he whose face I could not see

Your Soul has deigned to carry me

Thank you.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

*(inspired by Twitter's Shashi)

whose Soul beguiles

2011-01-27T10:11:00.000-08:00

Eternal Night stirs softly, sighs;

Starred ether velvet curtains drift

You see, so soft, they've moved aside;

Behold, revealed: huge moist ebony eyes,

These hold your frightened gaze ...

For you, a clarinet, whose Soul

beguiles your fear; you feel her soothing

waltz begin on silkdraped stage;

luscious moonkissed thighs assuage

Your guilt; you know True's taste:

Your gift's arrived

Excerpts from " Winter Symphony, 2011 "

2011-01-24T09:10:00.000-08:00

Robin, my Love,
This Winter Music is for you and from you
I shall never forget our Day in the Mountains...
You, in your grace,
Your eyes,
Your dreams...
How do you see?
What do you see?
As One, as Always, Together...
We witness Her Storms,
Her sweet strong Mysteries...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

No tree escapes her dark wild Mood

With each new Breath, she buries all;

Ancient firs, spindly saplings

Bow hardy boughs in supplication

Branches freeze in awed stark terror

Her fury humbles Mohonk Mountain

~~~

Unions born of Her frigid exhalation

Thwarted escapes create icy mansions;

Shrieks! A Universe is born!

Beneath cold arbors, Lean, tiny siblings!

Hold each other, fierce survivors;

Witness her torment upon your Mountain!

Cling to each other as she fills your Universe with Storm!

Desperate lovers, reach for each other,

Your limbs, how they twist against Her strength!

Unnatural poses!? Your bodies meld;

your backbones bend in defiance of break

in Her cold designs; your ice-bound love...

Cleave! Receive her sleety anesthesia...

A new Life is born

A separate Universe formed,
here on high,
atop January's Mohonk Mountain

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Click below, please, to view Photos taken by my BeLoved Husband, Robin,
January 11, 2011, as I sat feverishly scrawling in my little spiral notebook.
Thank You :)

Mohonk Mountain, January 11, 2011

Scattered Twitterings Winter 2011

2011-01-23T15:34:00.001-08:00

I take along a funny secret everywhere I go,in case of dark tense atmosphere;
Mr. Moneyman doesn't know about the secret, but the jester, magician & the corner accordian player- they know

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Huge HeartThanks for sweet RTs& mentions. Hope your Day feels Rich with Light & Love

My fingers, eyes, mind tell me, "Stay here!" My little boy is home on a SnowDay; my Heart makes me move...Thank you for Reading!

She has Gifted us frozen carpets to numb our toes. I wonder: is She angry?

The Court Jester Series

2011-01-21T19:01:00.000-08:00

Fallen Rainbow froth rolled forth my Court Jester.

~~~~~~~

An ElderGoddess, Exquisitely slender, swathed in misty raiments:

"I've never known his Mickey Mouse eyes to yield a Court Jester."

{fingers delicately thrum through multitudinous folders}

"Fallen RainBow froth has never thrown a Court Jester."

~~~~~~~~~~

I'd seen photos, theatre cards, Cloud-Painting, all depicting my Jester as an ultimate evil one

The Court Jester jumped up and down upon the roof of the car,
clanging a brassy frying pan,

jangling my hot trembling nerves.

The other four passengers, squished together,

plump pickled sausages, in the late September steam,

clattered on in drunken chatter.

Blue Oyster Cult clamoured for applause: the scantily-clad Summer-holders,
who lined the sidewalks, played hopscotch and
croquet with big men in striped autumn overalls.

I shrieked until they stopped the car on a white hewn lawn strewn with little round Rainbows.

I feared the car might crush the rolling colors.

The others tumbled frightfully from the car,
onto the suddenly vari-colored grass.

She and he howled laughter so dissonant,
their shrill gaiety may have muffled the Court Jester's noise,
subdued his sullen, plaguing stare,

but no...

She held my waist and guided me into their house (but not their Home).

A tiny ball of new kittens mewed in greeting.

I wept in terror!
"The Jester would hurt the kittens!"

She took my clothes to launder out the Day's sweaty fright,

fried an omellette for the baby cats,

and offered me her spare faery garments.

She bade me sleep inside a drafty room, adjoining their loveroom.

The Court Jester grinned at me all the while;
I slept not a Moment.

The following morning my mother found my hiding place;

She left word with them: Tonight would begin Atonement Time.

I turned the key in the ignition of my 1918 Town Car ...

~~~~~~~~

**notes

a) This Prelude/Intro describes actual incidents....sort of

b) I've known my Court Jester many yrs.

c) He may appear anywhere within my writings

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Parte 2

My 1918 Town Car, my tangible pride,

Finally, I am inside you; I've escaped the Jester,

although my flight may whisk me to more unearthly terror...

He chuckled once; no escape for this sinner!

" I must fly home; 'tis Atonement Night," (my petrified airy plea)

"Too late for Home," my Jester mockingly crooned;

In my rear view mirror, the clown's carnival-rouged sneer

instructed my heart to cease her LifeTime Song;

I inhaled and prayed she drum along

I cringed and breathed but I remained alone

Silence felt thick, sticky pungent Air

of rotting fruit; a dead Jungle near?

"Take my direction, mi'lady dear;

before your trip, you had naught to fear

but I juggle now your mortal Soul

'tween ancient bones, in sordid Air

You ought feel fear, oh sweet fae child,

To have dreamed you had escaped your fate!

Time you learn! That Game you played

held power of the Open Door

"Now you face your Jester, dear;

so close your eyes; the wheel is mine

Ne'er more, my love, shall you be alone..."

Parte 3 ( Dream Inside The Game of Open Door )

Invisible Tiger, bright to my now unsighted eyes,

you prance; you swathe a humid rotting Isle

in WildFlower Grace; you conjur chanting Goddesses;

their healing Tale serves not to extricate this girl;

I must tremblingly watch, my body numb;

prithee, sacred scrap, an OakTree's gift,

float down - tickle our embrace -

that he might loose his rotten hold on me...

The Goddesses know the vile Court Jester

was ne'er my Lover, but my consequence,

for playing the Game of Open Door;

I feel their chant: "Push him asunder;"

The tigers' eyes grow wide with Fire;

The Jester clings, he digs my flesh;

Indeed, on this Atonement Night,

I've lost my Life? Where do we fly?

He drives us forward, Town Car in Air!

the Jester's knife-nails shred my waist;

Invisible Tigers' Firey eyes scream sympathetic anger,

but not even they may help the maiden

she who has learned the lesson

The Goddesses know the vile Court Jester

was ne'er my Lover, but my consequence,

for playing the Game of Open Door, The Open Door, The Open Door...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

An ElderGoddess, Exquisitely slender, swathed in misty raiments:

"I've never known his Mickey Mouse eyes to yield a Court Jester."

{fingers delicately thrum through multitudinous folders}

"Fallen RainBow froth has never thrown a Court Jester."

tbc...

October 2011

other photos from the Court Jester series: Dreams of His Demise

Your Byzantine kohled black eyes

scald Sky-painted glass,

scream melted embers all over my

Sleep,

My Lord, your old Stars mutate!

See?

Now

I am awake.

Ferociously, I twirl your world

beneath my nimble fingertips;

Your dervish laughter, legend once,

swirls clownishly, in emptiness

My unEarthly diamond prisms flash,

show your rage's futile sovereignty

for all fae maidens, tiny hands clasped

to see with glee; within, they laugh

I refuse to be reBorn as a fragment of your world

III

Your every effort to recommence

a long, slick, sticky self-monument,

to hold nubile captives, fossilized

while you assume a new disguise -

Your every absurd undulation fails

falls heavy, plods, stomps toward your demise...

I refuse to be reBorn as a fragment of your world

~~~~~

The Goddesses know the vile Court Jester

was ne'er my Lover, but my consequence,

for playing the Game of Open Door, The Open Door, The Open Door..

tbc

"Fallen Rainbows"... first mentioned here:

http://thedalove18.blogspot.com/2010/12/fallen-ainbow-series-begins-to-write.html

Eighteen million gems in the Sky to guide you (excerpts)

2011-01-13T18:23:00.000-08:00

"I will not let Sleep take me. I don't want to Sleep, Mommy."

Echoes, somber "BongBong!" deepgrey,
Bounce, bounce, bounce!
down corridors of endless time
~~~~~~~~~
(ten thousand gems in the Sky to guide you)
~~~~~~~~~
"crystalline StarFish! Momma whispered your death ;
yet
here you are, mi amor!"

I never imagined I could fly !
A Gift!:
elegantly attired, diamondesque Night"

Infinity , Eternity, jeweled myriad soft Moons to guide you
find your seeking Soul, dear friends
We never end
We never end
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"ssshhh..."

"I hear ... ?"

"She's intimated a stormy Secret,

consecrated steamy super-Star Space;

She's gonna brew 'em up a calamitous Nor'Easter

Boiled in the bowels of her engines' tumultuous torrent

La La

LaLaLaLa

LaLaLaLa-LaLaLaLa

La La

LaLaLaLa-LaLaLa LaLa"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Night! Grab 'hold!

Let Melty Star Center languidly move you

Night's most elaborately invisible cape, leave be tied loosely 'round your neck;

Eat a mouthfull of her rough blanket's smoother Stars

See? They lie between your eyes and her moving planetary tapestry;

Drink deeply , lustily, of newest vintage moonjuice

Meet us as we fold velvet fold velvet fold velvet

join us as we fold velvet,

our soft pliant hands

stroking, soothing newer flyers
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

( "We found you crouched in silent-seeming, catatonian Symphony
we kissed your eyes ; we sang to you, beneath the star-strewn stairs")

Tormenta (for Brautigan's Ghost)

2011-01-12T15:27:00.000-08:00

Wild White Mountains surround;

sounds wander, lost in Wind

or ~

Souls wander, lost in bluewhite Wind

Imagination...mine goes hiking to EscaCave

CherylFaith

January 2012 : tweeties

especially for 3samovar

Freelance Editor, English/Spanish Translator

Northern Lights

Damon's Dance

In Province Tranquil (Season I)

for JDM, composed on FaceBook, one lonely Moment in between...

november 1888, a raw Suite, several partes

Friday November 11, 2011 a little tweet I can't fit into 140 characters

for Lady Luna

October Mirrors: Varied Views

Libraries

other photos from the Court Jester series: Dreams of His Demise

Eighteen Billion Jewels ? most likely more

Brownies and Bananas

Part I, "The BoardWalk" series

foam mansions (excerpt from "The BoardWalk" series)

Painted Darker Blue to Desperate Tunes...

further excerpts from " Circles "

To My Twitter Friends, all over Universes

moments

Symphonies in Awe (excerpt from ThemeSongs)

Flavour of the Month

Arteries... (excerpts)

Eighteen Billion *Jewels* in the Sky to Guide You

Waiting for Microwave Popcorn

Who Rains

Amy WineHouse

the princess of Long Island

Hope's Daddy

A Friends' Guide: How to speak to a parent whose Child has Trisomy21; aka I do not have a "Down Syndrome Child..."

ardour's no release

ConFluence (dedicated to Eudora Welty)

where Memories collide and slide your Soul to...

Carnival

Butterfly My Heart

For Arthur Phillips, in anticipation of the publication of his controversial new Masterpiece, THE TRAGEDY OF ARTHUR

http://www.amazon.com/Tragedy-Arthur-Novel-Phillips/dp/1400066476/ref=pd_rhf_p_t_2http://www.arthurphillips.info/TheTragedyOfArthur/TragedyOfArthur.html

http://thedalove18.blogspot.com/2011/07/tragedy-of-arthur-by-william.html *Photo by Todd Evans

Seven Springs in Seven Songs, for Leo (excerpts)

Photos by Robin; Art & Design by TamEva Le Fay

Trio

Tatoo

Aztec Eyes Canto III ? Pictures from the Big Pure Airy Round Box

Hypnos Loves Thanatos (working title)

This Bleeding Day

MoonMusings For @Ysabeluna @selkiec @silverne

Valentine's Day... for my BeLoved Robin

Key-Notes (excerpts from Memoirs of the Key Dreamer)

7 years old (a rant)

11th February, 1918:

For My Friend, Faith, with Love

Our LifeTimes sway Together

whose Soul beguiles

Excerpts from " Winter Symphony, 2011 "

Scattered Twitterings Winter 2011

The Court Jester Series

Eighteen million gems in the Sky to guide you (excerpts)

Tormenta (for Brautigan's Ghost)

Eighteen Billion Jewels in the Sky to Guide You

http://www.amazon.com/Tragedy-Arthur-Novel-Phillips/dp/1400066476/ref=pd_rhf_p_t_2

http://www.arthurphillips.info/TheTragedyOfArthur/TragedyOfArthur.html

http://thedalove18.blogspot.com/2011/07/tragedy-of-arthur-by-william.html

*Photo by Todd Evans