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…a poet without love…

A poet without love is just a typist.

as such, use fountain pen as needed

“Are you Worthy?” Personal Publishing from Greeks to Geeks spiel (video)

My WordCamp Whistler co-conspiritor, photographerKris Krug , shot video of my entire “Are you Worthy?” spiel with his new Flipcam and posted it in a YouTube playlist in 5 segments for your viewing convenience – in 2009 (when Youtube had a 10 minute limit). Meanwhile in 2018, I’ve stitched the bits together into one video for your viewing amusement.

Sure, there are gaps jumps… there is also any audio version and a roundup post with Tweets, blogs etc, plus a collection of the items in my suitcase of mystery and even a transcription of the spiel.

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Close to Me

Come be close to me
Others will glance
Envy their vice
They know im entranced
Sit next to me and see
All eyes upon us
Wondering how we are famous
Somewhere else
“Such beauty” they’ll say under their breath
Your bare shoulders
Ciao bella, que bonita
Graceful, uncommon
And precisely as expected
As i braid your hair sitting behind
In a clawfoot cast iron bath
Porcelain as white as your feet
Perched at the end
Languid arms, pouty red lips
We are dancers, visions, lovers
Its so obvious, even the Italians agree
Whisper in your ear
As you lean in towards
My mouth, my dear
I kiss your arching neck
Write sonnets for you
Discover constellations
To name for you
Craft a jazz ballad
A wine well-vinted
A Pinot Noir as we are lovers
At night
And in the light
But in the dark stateroom
Ship swaying
An illegal candle bright
Reflects your eyes
So deep, so blue
Translucent as you show entire soul
Except for the secrets you hide
I’ll discover in time
Whenever you are ready
Decadence well-requited
Candle behind the wine glass
Exotic bottles behind the sad barman
He wants to trade lives with
The singer from Napoli
He’s a cliche but brings
Down the house
Kissing hands of ladies
Long since affectioned
A ruse indeed to garner
Fast-tracked seduction from
The supple and impressionable
Who seek swarthy despite the height
We’re a black and white movie
You in pearls
Me in a grey plaid suit

Contain’d

Sequester me in constraints
The bounds broken, hang loose
Rules abused quickly
Comfort provided freely

Don’t trip over the rails
Be swallowed by the waves
Salty so close below
Yet offer scant respite

Rather curl and be close
Abandoned to all – without restraint
Held softly, still, firmly, longingly
This moment is yours to forget
As you drift from moment to instant

Leave past to aft
And future to stern
Relativity suggests
Your manifests are in order
And audited by officers
Executed by earnest, far below
By helmsmen safely submerged

I remain with you
Contained yet twisting
Almost unsafe, at least unwise
Holy in our downdrift
Content to be alone
No evidence of any dalliance
No windows to distract
The potential pirates of Aden
Putting we to rest

I remain with you
Holy in our downdraft
Content to be alone
No evidence of dalliance
No photographs on a grand foyer staircase
No windows to distract
Just the sway of waves
Putting we to rest

Nowhere to Call

Where am i supposed to find you?
Have we waited past our penance?
Satisfied society’s requirements of transitions
To avoid hushed voices?

I’ve no more canals to transit
Seas of each colour crossed
20 words in 30 languages
Origami wallet with flotsam of currencies
Bordering between souvenir and re-entry ease
Dusty rucksack with light wool suit, Arab robe, sleeping costume, swim pants
And another notebook
Full with soliloquies about you
And questions for you

The ship to shore radio
Apparently operational
But i’ve nowhere to call
No one to call

Only wonder
How will you find me here?
As my location is unknown
Though charted, i assume

How Shall We Fill This Vessel?

At Last!
The briny
(yet oddly palatable in its own way)
Tension of distance and absence
Of magnetic melancholy
Has remanded to a forgotten horizon
Now an archived newly ancient memory

Now, all is deliciously possible
A present to savor
A history to grow
A future to whittle
To any possible shape

So,
How shall we fill this vessel?

Devoid of cynicism
And unnecessary ego
Jealousy or restraint
With rambunctious affection
In all possible forms
To manifest and articulate
Unabashed tactile Love?

Shall we fill with endless notes
Of spontaneous jazz and
DIstant gazes from close range?
Slow dances to quick songs
Languid mornings following
Smoldering nights?
Celebration of the commonplace
Anticipation of usual happenstance?
Easy banter about nuanced topics
On jungle verandahs and beachside gazebos
Replete with warm drinks
And cool touch?

With fond hellos and
Infrequent goodbyes
As I seek nowhere to go
Desire no escape
In darkness and rain
All my yearning were sent away

My marrow and soul
Now have a purpose, a place
A place to dwell
With you, always
As together we fill
This vessel
Full.

Perch’d

Perched on your purple velvet chair
I come as your supplicant
Not in meekness
But to negotiate for what I want

Simply put my terms are me
With you, in all your forms
On every day
From kingdom mountain tops
Deep down to sinking island

I’ll kiss your ring to begin with
Then work towards a thorough investigation
Till I find your beauty
Your beating heart deep within

Reaching ocean swells
Breaching established protocols
I’ll request permission to untangle your paradoxes
Paint portraits of we together
To adorn your secret chamber walls

My only condition is your honesty
If you choose another
Not ready to surrender to an affection we both understand
You will explain by courier
With your optional sympathy

Feigned or real
You may skip the courtly rhetoric
No matter your vaunted statue
You remain a woman
Of flesh and passion
With only a single life allowed

Ready at Last

I am ready at last for the unrelenting savagery or call to your actions, seductions, or even rampant affection, genuine for the time at present.

I require not a guarantee, only unequivocal intensity by and for soft strong fingers and supple form

Slay me, command me, instruct me, mark me as yours when your commands drift to my ears, will pretend i allow you to dominate me but in reality, i possess no choice.

I am supple in flesh and mind – long surrendered to your charms.

Your letters sent in secret, your annotations, my replies, bundled in brown manila, i assume secreted to a trusted friend in a Balkan enclave with suspect postal service.

The cancellations – round and particular, glue melts to tempt prying eyes. I do not mind if someone knows our deepest fondest codes. While they can set the letters to words to prose, they cannot comprehend the sweet honey you mix with Turkish coffee cooled only by the same ice cube i run along your sustaining bosom, – providing a life i could never know before.

Solarium

Solarium inducing
Hibernation
Rest without remorse

Do I change when the moon comes?