Archive for the ‘poetry’ Category

Eve Sculpted Chalice

October 30, 2014

Eve Sculpted Chalice

I am fire, I am air
Eve sculpted chalice
Artistry encrusted in celestial jewels
An intoxicating espial beguiling for eternity
In every morning light I dazzle
In the beaming rays of the sun’s journey
Upwards into heaven’s azure skies
My globe refracts a prisms spectrum
Playing gently in morning breeze
Before watering my thirsty host
I am every dew drop
That welcomes in the morning air

(clarice) 10/29/2014

On the Streets of New York

September 8, 2014

On the Streets of New York

I tried to remember how once long ago
On the streets of New York we sang and danced
Our stocky heels tapped over a million little bricks
Eastside Westside with happy exuberance
We did the E Street Shuffle up and down the brick lanes
It was a walk on the wild side of our youth

Now nothing remains as I travel the city
Its a Sesame Street carnival long in the tooth
Many streets turned into vistas of crime and decay
A bag lady in the ghetto walks layer burdened
Avoids the just arrived sisters new to street ways
She keeps on walking her possessions

This is positively 4th Street but I don’t know it
One would have to be color blind
Or dreaming of being on Broadway in a skit
Evil and goodness merge in its gardens
The sights and the sounds are familiar
Till you look closer as day’s safety melts into peril

I find when walking in Queens its even bigger
Bridges connect the Borough’s many sites
Every race, color and creed live and breath here
Animation zests to carry on the traditions
We once so gaily danced with joie de vivre
If only the valley of the dolls weren’t also here

With a sigh I note Yesterday is but today’s memory,
As I long for a little taste of that careless dance
Say goodbye yellow brick road vacantly empty
Realizing that even when the cold rain falls
On pleasures of the id we can purchase hope
and tomorrow is today’s dream for the future

(clarice) 09/07/2014

Bread, Politics and Toil

September 3, 2014

Bread, Politics and Toil
Workaday toiler circles endlessly
In perpetual diligence till night descends
His world determined in political arenas 
Slight of speech, spinning discord and toxic ambrosias
Promises lost to hard fought revolution
Bleak skeletons hoeing scraps of dignity
Under laughing eyes of greed’s compensation
Greeting perpetuities golden mourning orb

(clarice) 09/02/2014

Just Another Full Moon

August 16, 2014

Just Another Full Moon
5 minute write
Suggested by Peter Doyle

Night winds caressed the earth lifting leaves to tickle and tease
Round and about her slight frame
Holding her close, the wind sent a desperate lovers call on the breeze
Hurry hurry it cried, my plight is nearer and nearer the flame
Extinction abides with the waning night and the devils hand
Send me an angel to remove all sorrows and cleanse my heart
That I may find true love in the light of the milky star band
Playing a dance across the heavens in this gloom filled dark
That lays its shadows and darts on my broken spirit
All heaven responded, how could it not to that desperate cry
The cry heard round the earth opened their hearts into song
Golden wings fluttered arose and as one they did fly
To bring a lover to appease and heal the lonely one
No longer the night just another full moon for shedding tears

(clarice) 08/16/2014

Mood Indigo

August 12, 2014

Mood Indigo

Mood Indigo spiraling insanity lost in limbo

He took a long drink of the blues

Drafted a desperate throbbing fractal  combo

A diving rhapsody  bruised, confused from her news


  Mr Tumble` Our time is up

   I Heard it Through the Grapevine

   Bout you ! Chasin’ the bird, dancin’ in her lovin’ cup

   Gropin’ her jelly roll blues comparin’ dem to fine wine”

   “What am I? Your one o’clock jump

   Two humps of  a bit of chocolate flavor

   Before heading to that Birdland frump

   For a molly-pop jam session of sexual favors”

   “Oh I see-ees you up to no good

   No No No Stop! In the Name of Love

   It’ll be a long night in Tunisia ya rathood

   Before I’d ever call you my love”

Then his one true love walked her Bemsha Swing

Like seductive Paris sketches out of  “Cafe Le Dauphin”

Three musicians serenading that fine sweet-cup swing

The jazz trio unawares she was sending him to his coffin

He sat listening to the minstrels through the night

Their music art an allegro of Dixie blues

And as long as they want to play into the night

He’d float those St. Louis Blues on his misery cruise

Closing time.  Castigated Tumble stagger’d his blue funk hunk

To the slimy dock at the end of Cyan Rat Run

Stood in a blue haze neath the old devil moon blind drunk

Cried for his love and Spun once, than he was done

His courage came spiraling from the coronet

Crooning  a desperate throbbing fractal  combo

Of lost amour, and a sweet tush sashaying eloquent

And he headed for the bar on the corner and  Consuelo

(clarice) 08/11/2014

A Jar Of Sea

July 22, 2014

A Jar Of Sea

Swells lifted and fell with tormenting regularity
Pounding the grief of ages through her soul
The night winds teased memories scroll
Lifting leaf by leaf his broken promises
Till only the decaying wood round her heart
Kept her afloat in the roiling ocean of dark
Betrayal that had brought her to the edge
Clinging on to the mast of eternities ship
Through the fog of misfortune her grip
Remained heartened by a sirens song
Thieving Pirates will sail into your port
Like gallant adventures seeking your heart
Sharing a sip from the jar of sea ambrosia
Swallow only the foam, leave the roses
Floating on waves to a beach there to lie
In the dark sands of memories hourglass
And return to port heal thy breast
A captain awaits to claim your troth

(clarice) 07/22/2014

Spaceballs Barvy

July 19, 2014

Plato, Tycho and Coernicus watched the supermassive black hole looming
In the path of their interplanetary travel route
As it neared Plato kest:
Spaceballs barvy! Thats one supernova ballooning
Get your cosmic wheels turning boys. We’re gonna shoot
Across the Universe into that alveolate nest.”

Sure as garvels have freckles
The foolish meat can travelers
Checked tackle, blasters and buckled
For a lightflight adventure

The radio master Tycho relayed their fleet
Calling Occupants of Interplanetary craft
We’re set in motion by the same big bang
That ‘Space Oddity‘ of blackness so deep
Awaiting all who dare its perilous mass
Hail Dirt flyers we’re hitting it full whang”

The meat canners set their course singing
Outer space stygian ink is my sea of nectar
It sets the fires juices tickling
As we probe its dimensions for treasure”

Like intergalactic speedsters they hauled jets
The atomic space bug they drove roared
Circling around the sun dead set
On invading the black space as yet unexplored
Jupiter and Saturn, Oberon, Miranda and Titania.
.Neptune, Titan, were avoided with care
Those Stars can frighten a Starsters crania

With planets aligning in the sunset sky
The trio sang ” We are the planets protectors
Celestial bodies aren’t farkled, or need to cry
We star wars soldiers are their ready defenders”

Coernicus laughed for the joy of this mission
“Boys,” he kest. “Black Color is my day-long companion
I don’t give a Psadan’s patoot whats ahead
Sun spots and space gas won’t put us out of commission
Hold on tight we’re entering that grand canyon”
And the massive cavern swallowed them in its murky bed

Sure as garvels have freckles
The foolish meat can travelers
Found some revelation space sprinkles
That did the dirty on the invading foreigners

The whole of the universe watched and waited
Would those star troopers survive and exit
The Black Hole of Naka
Would the No-being’s land, blast asteriated
The invading space bug polit, twit, split
And falanakaly samba them to bits in its huffa

All of space a twitter awaited the crews Yaa-yaah
But awaited in vain so it seemed amid rumor
That a snarly space dragon been seen circling Naka
Picking its teeth and in very good humor

(clarice) 07/19/2014

Marvin Martian this one is for you…And I used every guess in this

Definitions for words and phrases in blog:
Lightfight: Slang term for a fight involving blasters
Meat can: Slang for soldier, referring to armor
Do garvals have freckles?: A phrase equivalent to “Does night follow day?
Kest: An expletive.
Dirt flyer: Phrase used by Jagged Fel to describe an atmospheric pilot
Farkled: An adaptable expletive, as in, “You just got farkled.”, or used to describe any situation
………………………..which was bleak or disastrous, as in, “We’re farkled.
Give a Psadan’s patoot: Phrase that meant “to care about something”, however usually said as
……………………….”didn’t give” or “don’t give a Psadan’s patoot
falanakaly: crossly

‘Cherish The Moment’

July 13, 2014

‘Cherish the Moment’

Cherish the moments
We have so few in our rare air
Where lilies and blackbirds keep us focused
On their scheming claims for wizzy busy bees
Tempting them with veiled love affairs

The mouse and the mole hasten
Under a barbed potters pot
Lest the gardener lay a hoe on their hair
Taking the green falseness on spot
Off to a parade of village jeers

We tax and wax the land we share
Mighty moments descend with swift hand
A garden of fertiled peons are tended with care
Taking the breath we breathe to seethe
Watching will and decree die nullified

(clarice) 07/09/2014

5 Minuet write suggested by Deborah Trimble

The Devils Chutzpah

July 1, 2014



The Devils ChutzpahImage


Upon my personal equation,
                      a craven invasion of body and soul
Too beat’

           I repeat,
                      too beat to take the heat of persecution coals
Scorched, parched, perched in desperation on affliction cross
The devils chutzpah fast ` blasting` swag of miseries sauce
Plots to ensnare, scare , impair, me in despair if I should fall

His Demon curses rain,
Angels know only pain, weather vane compass`, insane` bane
Dance a tune he only hears, to waltz in assault upon my person

No where to hide,
No where to stay alive, mandemon perquisition fried

Driven to drink, to easy oblivion, to be briefly free of,
Callously given agony, apathy and malady, intimations cruel love

This chutzpah evil of
Hurdled words, bruised comments, black hits`, maim` precision
To my despair, jars the stray white liver, selfdom

Mortification’s tower,
                       cowered abyss,
                                      no sky in sight,
                                                    where is the light
Will salvation decry , rail, my jail .
                                                Ride to my side

One prayer, declared, plead to Heavens Ears,
Take my fears
               Give me cheer, hope and salvation
                                              from the bonds of persecution

The way was clear, destiny found, My God led me out
The Devils chutzpah dissolved,
                    solved as he was bound, chained and imprisoned
No longer to spread his animadversion and affliction.

(clarice) 07/01/2014




June 27, 2014

Touch me if you dare
The God's you follow won't care
 Medea knows your fickle touch
Leaving a red trail on the sea of erotica
Eros aphrodisiac
Of myrtle, poppy, rose and apple, turned magic
Carried upon a single dart to the heart

Was it not I 
In a golden chariot bedecked of rubies and amethyst
Who flew cross the stratosphere
Encased in the vestments of hearts rapture
Night after night
To find silken sheets and honey combs of desire
Wrapped in your arms

Arms hairy with betrayal
Learned in the whoring of man
Scaring each sweet virgin maiden
A red trail of a touch
Once felt, never healed
In death sought Satan gives no pardon
Just deflocking night after night

Its your red life’s blood
Flows cross the horizon
Tossed on the waves of evil frenzy
Suckled and spit into agonies cauldron
As I cast my desperation and madness
After your now dead heart
Wailing the loss of your arms
I'm bound chained and denied

(clarice) 12/08/2011