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Neen and Grampa, Love You Always

Neen and Grampa, Love You Always

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

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Wednesday, July 6, 2022

Cloud-armed man (abridged)

My Nina* speaks in my most Joyful Mind.

Her voice intones a tale about a gigantic Book somewhere.
Tiny am I;  "Look! Up there! See?"  I do! 
                 Faeries paint the moving, morphing, tanger-orange Sky;
the rolling Artwork billows: in, then out, with Clouds;
smokey fluffed constellations dance
a child's chimeric castle dream
"Wow, Neen!"
 ~~~~~~~
A huge, amorphous, Cloud-armed man,
(his face chameleons with the Sky),
fills the entire Evening mural;
his kind chubby face crinkles into secret, childlike smiles;
(he can't stop smiling, can he?!)

I skip; I twirl; I hop 'round Nina in uncontrolled glee -
his enormous multi-coloured eyes hold a joke he shares with me!
!!!!
I am tiny.
So bemused I feel to see!
What a crinkly, wrinkly, happy face! - I giggle!
Somebody peeks between old trees;
(ancient Oaks and elderly Elms line the street where I became;
immortal ferns caress the Evening Sky;
a crab-apple Tree in our very own yard tosses tiny roseate apples to Neen,
a Gift for her, a Gift to small bellies;
She will bake her yummy pies; ("with walnuts, Neen, please?")

My Nina sings, "He holds a big book;
if you're a good girl, he will grant you one more year
to enjoy this Life." (I'm only now getting to know Life, Neen.
I'm five years old; is that so long a Time?")

I try to imagine the big man in the mural holding a book,
but no matter how I turn my head, move my child's wide eyes,
I cannot comprehend: "a man can have this power!?"
but I feel a bit of fear, (because I love my Nina very much...)

She is telling me one of her strange, fantastic stories?
(but she seems more serious than usual.)

I ask her,
"How can a Cloud-armed man hold a book?"
She ruffles my hair, soothes me;
She sings, (I always think she's singing):
"Shana maidele, you're a good girl. Don't worry about anything.
Enjoy the Evening Air; isn't it beautiful to be here?"

And yes, to be with you, my Nina, is all I really needed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

note:
****Nina is my maternal grandmother, in whose house I grew from tiny, to age nineteen; she and my grandfather, (who arrived in the US from his native (at that time Ottoman-Occupied) Jerusalem) at the age of four, had lived in Brooklyn, where my grandmother was born. My grandparents decided to move upstate to the Catskill Mts.; my parents, Brooklyn natives, themselves, decided to join them. My grandparents purchased a huge, two-story house, which I believe was constructed in the 1910's. I grew up (if ever I really did) :) , in the larger, downstairs apartment, with my parents and my two younger siblings; my grandparents inhabited the smaller (more suited to them) apartment upstairs. I spent an enormous part of my growing years in the company of my grandparents...We were two families, and we were (and always will be) one family...

I am so grateful to have been able to know my grandparents, on two sides!... for so long...



Sunday, May 15, 2022

Dark Rain

 Dark rain,
White rain,
Red rain,
A cold red wind. 


by Leo William Taylor

© Leo William Taylor, 2022


Monday, February 1, 2021

Virgin Planet . Catskill Mountain High


Nature Mother designs a virgin Planet,
covers up the mucky mess the mean scary mutant bigots and 
neo nazi scum.

makes
Frigid frozen lacy aliens drift down from foreign heavens, 
by the billions. 
forty feet and 
gone are garbage cans, houses, cars; 
consummate climate clean.
What is this barren landscape,
not truly barren -
but crisp, frozen, full .... ?
I no longer know where I be,
my mind flees in pieces with each
flake,
 unique and frosted are 
my ugly 
Now I'm frigid cream en bleu
Black and Brown and Vampyre
Help help help help !!
But ahh!! Exhileration

for Tanisha, my best friend, my sister,
penned accidentally whilst writing you yet another email.
You never cease to push my Mind with your Brilliance. Thanks for all
With love, CherylFaith 💞

Friday, October 4, 2019

Cloud Life

I still spend my DreamTime
amongst Cloud Lanes,
Cloud Cities, Cloud Beds;
my shape, known to
Certain Clouds who
Rock me,
Arms, bold, yet gentle,
Aromas, pure, moist, Sea-foamed;
My Nina's Words, "I love you, maidele,"
My Father's Eyes, of Heaven-Earth
Birds- I am Bird Life.

No scathing painful torments touch me here;
Fears' fickle fates fall, Earth-bound -
Sacred Space.

Tuesday, May 14, 2019

Celestiales

I wonder how ....

Think
celestiales,
once first obscured
by Spring's Clouds,
WaterBearing -
threatening?
I pray their Souls simply float upon
warm moist Clouds
protected, tranquil,
Dreamy ....

My Dream:
to lie upon a Cloud carpet,
bid good Day to Lady Luna,
as bittersweet jasmine,
NightShade's gardens
send up their charms ....

I shall swim
Cloud SkyLanes,
pray for a safe journey to
my Earthly Home,
as I be not a Celestial

I love no entity
as I love Clouds,
and the Lady's
charmed sardonic smile

impossible to enter Sweet Sleep,
so Words flow ....

Tuesday, April 30, 2019

Desertion

I search for my empty face -

I peer into mirrors -
My eyes gleam full of absence
  I search for my empty face -
  Becoming
  Bride-White paper pale,
  solemn, teary, gone - I scream!
I further flee,
  to
  difficult dazed deserted lanes:
myself and me in looted
Dudley, West Midlands Cemetery;
the graves have empty grown
Am I ne'er to be discovered again?

I swear, I slept Moments ago
Quite vague be my memory -sleeping
here,
amongst these empty graves;
I understand my Insomnia now -
never 'gain shall I sleep ?

My Invisibility,
as I Lived last LifeTime
shall deter them from discovering me,
since I am
lf I am; yes! I am - I have flown
I shall live alone until he finds me
....
  Pale as paper, I further flee,
  to
  difficult dazed deserted lanes:
myself in looted
Dudley, West Midlands Cemetery,
where the graves have grown empty -
Am I ne'er to be discovered again?
I swear, I slept uneasily here, Moments ago

                         ********
She shall forever perish
If he should not search for her deeply,
desperately
  
                        *********
Near, we were wed.
Their joyful, imprisoned, mournful, enamoured Spirits,
The Priory's ancient nuns and monks
I witnessed as they flew about
the  British Winter's Rain

                       *********
              I shall for ever perish
          If you do not search for me
                         deeply
                     desperately

Friday, January 11, 2019

Lady

Lady

I met The Lady toNight,
She, whose smile,
sardonic,  bemused, 
beatific,
Lights Nights' Mist,

Deep perfumed Dark,
filmy grey fogged Curtain,
covers this gifted Stage;

     angel covens dance
     draped in Moonflowers
     costumed in Japanese Wisteria  
     disguised in sweet, acrid  Jasmine

sleeping Stars
bleed their secrets -
a Crimson Moon's Joy;

 achy moods bloom in 
drowsing girls' Dreams;
sweep blood-covered hills 

     Morning sleeps far

I met the Lady In The Moon 

I realized then ____
She is a witch 
"A Witch is Magic,"
She told me,
her voice otherworldly,
strong
soft
melodic
magnetic

potent Word Clouds,
her burning Gifts;
ancient Sea Songs,
Mothers' screams;
spirited caverns, full inside, where infants' slumb'ring Souls
aWait

The Night's glowing Damsel,
Queen of moods and frothy Seas,

     She rolled toward me -
     reached out !
     She rolled toward me
     merrily serious

"A Witch is Magic;
A Witch be Magic 
and
Magic is Good "

I thought she, shy, began a wink .... 
around she rolled
She glowed gold white
She rolled toward me .... ?

     Shrouded in Mist
     A Moment's Thrill
     Forever -
     She disappeared
     behind Dark Trees

         GoodNight Lady