Confetti Storm

There’s a confetti storm coming;

Thought I should move.

Grab my umbrella and

Take off my shoes.

Polka-dotted clouds

Gather in the sky.

Out falls a swing

10 stories high.

 

 


Notes:  What can I say?  My mind comes up with stuff like this, and I find it written down in my journal (months ago).  Meanwhile, I’d totally forgotten about it until I saw it there a few nights ago and laughed.  It seems unfinished, so maybe more will come through sometime.  But for now, I leave you with the idea of a “confetti storm”–my kind of weather.

If Chocolate Were Extinct (AKA Ode to Chocolate–the best food ever)

If chocolate were extinct–

What would you do?

Drink more coffee?

Feel really blue?

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I think I would

Go back to school–

Figure out a way

To remake this food!

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Chocolate is my teacher,

Chocolate is my friend.

Always she’s with me

When I’m needing a mend.

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Hello brain magic–

I’m feeling mighty fine

Because dark chocolate’s

Inside my mind!

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Inside my heart,

She sings a sweet song…

Its melody, its lyrics

Bring me back home…

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**I’ve been guilty of some quirky, random poetry before, and I think it’s happened again!  I had this funny line of thought tonight about “what if chocolate went extinct”?  What would I do??  I’d eat it all up until the last possible moment, of course!!  I just think chocolate is one of the best things ever, so life without it would be pretty drab.  I have no idea where such randomness comes from or why it chooses my head to show up in, but the effect was that I started really appreciating chocolate and all her amusing and grounding gifts in my life. If she were truly taking off from this plane, I’d be ever more grateful of all the fun adventures we’ve had together!  Since it’s (astrologically) a Pisces sun and moon right now, I guess it’s just a lyrical time!  Perfect for zany arrangements of words… And a spiritual appreciation for the things you love…  Thank you cacao…You’re a poem now!  **

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(Me and my cacao pod friend on Maui in 2015)

Aquarianism (aka Fluffy Stuffs)

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Down, down, down you go

Into your HEART, don’t ya know…

There you’ll find a point of connection

Where the world is linked in a magical nexus…

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I originally wrote this little poemette spontaneously on my Twitter feed a few years ago.  I just was scrolling through my old posts today, and I saw it.  I’d forgotten all about it!  It made me smile, so I thought I’d share it here on my poetry blog.  I’ve been blogging more in prose lately on my travel/lifestyle blog  “A Muse on the Loose” –weaving stories and snippets of wisdom and randomness about my gypsy philosophy, travel tips, lessons learned, and adventures.  But I do miss poetry.  I’ll get back to it more regularly soon.  

I am an astrologer, in addition to an artist, writer, and holistic physician/healer.  I am a Scorpio sun sign, but I have the planet Uranus conjunct (next to) the sun in my birth chart.  This makes me a very Aquarian Scorpio!  (Uranus rules and is thus strongly associated with the sign of Aquarius.)  Aquarian types love to bring through new ideas, humanitarian “love your neighbor” principles, a sense of freedom and individualism, and so on…  Connection, innovation, evolution, and oneness are big Aquarian themes.

I didn’t title this poem when I first wrote it, but when I re-read it, I thought (with a bit of a laugh), “There’s some Aquarian fluffy stuffs for ya…”  It’s all true though.  

We are connected.

The poem sounds very light and playful, but it’s actually about something really profound.

I personally do believe there is an etheric or energetic network linking us all.  And probably the heart is the central point of individual attachment to this grid.  The deeper we drop (or EXPAND) into the heart and into a sense of impersonal, non-specific love, the more transpersonal and connected we become (our focus shifts to the grid, rather than our bodies).  Love loses its individual dimensions and becomes generalized (it’s not about loving someone specific at that point, it’s about radiating and BEing LOVE itself).  Everyone can get there, I think, though it may take work (releasing blocks), practice, and intention…And sometimes we can only find that magic spot now and then…(such is the case for me).  But it’s worth looking for.  Regularly.  It’s the best place ever!

There, there is no I. Only LOVE.  What’s better than love?  Nothing.  And when love is everything, what have we got…?  UNITY.

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Ode to Lemon

Lemon custard

Lemon pie

Better in my belly

Than my eye.

 

In my water

In my mouth

You cleanse my blood

Improving health.

 

I love your yellow–

So cheery and bright

My own little piece

Of sunshine’s light.

 

Round and firm

Juicy and fresh

You’re a tangy gift

Of deliciousness!

 

 

I’m living on a beautiful Hawaiian farm right now with lots and lots of lemon trees.  I’ve been cooking with lemons, meditating with lemons, juggling lemons, admiring lemons, and drinking lemon water every single day.  The lemons have been an inspiring and healing addition to my life!  They have helped me have more energy, a stronger immune system, a cheerful mood, and they have even shrunk a cyst I have had for years on my wrist!  I have been feeling so grateful to the lemons in my life lately, I decided to write this little poem.

 

Spontaneous Soul Shine

The dream I have

Deep in my heart

Is that all may know

The work of art

That is their soul,

That is their chance

With life on earth

In creation’s dance.

Each of us has

The power to choose

To sparkle and shine

Or sing the blues.

I want to sing!

I want to love!

Focus on JOY

And stars above.

Thought IS power…

Power to CrEaTe

A life of bliss

That r a d i a t e s

Out from you

Into the world

Improving lives

With dreams unfurled…

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(“Heart Birth” watercolor pencil drawing – drawn during a Thich Nhat Hanh retreat – by the author)

Healing Muse (aka Rap P-P-P-Poem)

Sometimes it’s right to bend & give.

Other times it seems good to defend (maybe):

Be strong but not rigid, soft but not smushed.

Love yourself when your buttons are pushed!

The truth is out.  The Muse is in.

If you are lost, remember your friend–

Inside your heart, waiting for you

Just show up and love; she’ll pass you a clue.

A little spontaneous blurb of Truth

Will appear to you while pondering the…

Roof of your head, the wisdom inside:

How to live life with nothing to hide…

C’mon now–Get going!  USE this sweet chance:

Jump up and create.  Sing!  Dance!

Open your heart, spread joy to those friends

Who turn to you when needing a mend.

Look IN here.  Look UP!  Your own love will heal

That wound in your SELF you’re afraid to feel.

Thank goodness, this GIFT! … Bless the Muse in me…

Without her,  I’m simply

………………………. . . .  Asleep in the Dream!

 

(I wrote this poem a few months ago, but I think of it often.  It came to me kind of “all at once” as many of my poems do.  I was thinking about what a gift creativity or “The Muse” is in life and especially in the growth-and-healing process.  She really can help us find BALANCE.  And also remind us that love, especially for one’s self, is the key to whole game…)

Sasquatch?

“Who ate my apple?’

Was the first thing I said

When I woke up that morning

With camper’s head.

I’d put trash in a bag

Up in a tall tree

And in it an apple

Too mealy to eat.

At dawn, I awoke

And the whole bag was GONE!

No noise, mess, or snaggle–

Just a branch that was torn

Straight off the tree

As if it were twisted…

Could a bear do that?

If so, I’ve missed it…

Years as a camper

And never I’ve seen

A bear steal food

So neatly, so clean.

This job was perfect.

I pondered who’d done it.

Racoon, bear, or skunk…

Or Sasquatch?

        Dream on it….

 

(I wrote this poem a few months ago while thinking about the very curious experience {described in the poem} that I had on a 5 day solo “Vision Quest” in the Chiracahua mountains in Arizona several years ago.  I love a good MYSTERY!)