Category Archives: Holly Duval Cornell’s Poems & Pose

Poems a different way to communicate to the world. The place of “Who fucking cares” to “Hey I hear what you are saying!”
“…to set forth or offer for attention or consideration…let me pose a question…”

Autumn Magic poem four

A prayer to the Elohim ...
help us in these
whirlwinds of water
and fires of destruction. 

too much steam...

How to prune the masses
A man who is a doodlebanger
Causing chaos, discord, and division.

Racist and hypocrite...

Send you peace of heart and mind....
hopefully good people will become
The powerful and not the defeated.

Magic come to console and make
A sword of justice of
nobility and goodwill.

Make us whole dear diplomatic Elohim.

 

 

Autumn Magic poem three


Autumn Magic poem three

Peek Peek.

Weep weep
Steamy and weak
Tired from lack of
Sleep sleep.

Saturn and Pluto
Are not being meek
One talks of noble
The other of
Love love.

Tensions increase
While I melt into
Chores, habits and good
Food food.

Letting go of expectations
Putting on a beautiful robe
Challenging a dark
Mood mood.

Magic is gravitating 
away from the past
Weep weep.

Sweep sweep.



Autumn Magic poem two



Autumn Magic poem two

How do you warm up to,
When all thoes
chemical reactions are
Hidden within...

Ice volcanoes and
Heart shaped
turbulence...

Emotions circulate smaller
than the moon
amplified, my dear
By a slow glance...

A slow dance
Of shadows will bring

your magic here.

 

 

 

Autumn Magic poem one

Urania

Autumn Magic poem one

Orpheus and his willow branch
Comes to mind this morning
The wind is blowing
Softly through the trees,
After a summer of hot
And silences,
Magic is here with me.

The Pleiades are Nyx’s
radiant and precious jewels
Last night they ascended
Toward the mid-heaven,
I mediated on diamonds of brilliance,
Magic is here with me.

My evening walk I witnessed
Due south a falling star
A moment of my life,
Awareness everywhere,
The cosmos continuously impregnates the earth
A flash of lightened love,
Magic is here with me!

 


Chapbooks of Poetry Booklet One $3.00

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First Chapbook of Poetry by Hudley Flipside, An Underground Bard; May 25, 2014 to Dec. 27, 2015 (1-24)


Poem Booklet Two $3.00

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Second Chapbook of Poetry by Hudley Flipside, An Underground Bard; Aug. 5, 2013 to May 5, 2014 (1-16)


 

Venus

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It seems contrary that Venus goes retrograde
As Spring vividly approaches!
The underworld is spilling upwards
I’ve noticed shadows and illness
Addiction, handicaps, and depression.
My heart is hurt and overwhelmed.

Man at the parking lot asking for money
Young man in a wheelchair
As parents push him through the supermarket
his eyes deep in a world of despair. 

I hold on to the pain as it washes over me with tears
Helpless tears of acknowledgment and power
As we walk through these dark times
To acknowledge it all with observing hearts
That hear and feel!

We help by our vibrations of
compassion, empathy and caring.
A silent prayer of hope,
So, the wounded can find a gentle joy
That pleasure brings
upon their vivid blood-red hearts.

She knows and she descends to us
the gift of her sweetness
for all times.

Walking with those that hold the lanterns
In the dark desending spiral into the underworld.
Light that eliminates the darkness
By acknowledgment, letting go.

As hearts grow in applied ways
This is our wisdom
A balm for our world…
Breast bending up
Chest falling down
And love will be found there too.
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Venus on seashell, from the Casa di Venus, Pompeii. Before AD 79.

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Disk

The sun a disk of light. The flowers of purple nectar. My mind reflects. I am here. Yet, I am also with the women marching today…
Today was the Women’s March
Many cities and even in Washington DC
They are Marching …

I felt connected to it all-
Yet, today we cleaned the gutters,
As husband was on the roof
With a long powerful hose,
I waited to clean
the dark
Mud, leaves and earthy smelling mire-slush.

As I waited,
I looked into the pool
Clean and blue
I saw the sun
A round perfect sun.
Bright and surrounded
By clouds
as many cauliflowers
And I thought…

“How lovely and bright the sun is, will it hurt my eyes to stare so long?”

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I kept looking into the pool
Watching the sun.
A reflection in a clean pool.
A crow flew between us,
The whole reflection and my single view of the sun.

Droplets from the power hose
Rippled in the pool water
I looked away…
A hummingbird stopped in front of me,
Long enough to see a red beating breast.
Then was gone.

I gazed at the sun
The grey clouds
The ripples in the clean pool.

I also thought upon the women’s march…

Earlier, I was in front of my home
I studied the falling rosemary
Exploding with fresh, delicate purple flowers.
The rain also brought the many marching honey bees.

The sun a disk of light. The flowers of purple nectar. My mind reflects. I am here. Yet, I am also with the women marching today…
Today was the Women’s March
Many cities and even in Washington DC
They Marched…

Jan./ 22/17 HF

Red Rose

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Over thirty years ago
Finding a red rose
stained glass
five petals.

At a common thrift store
then, upon my wall
after,  a gift to mother
upon her wall.

Now upon my wall, again
a symbol
now I know
it means good magic
supporting me
all along…

Rose Vase

“Midsummer night upon the sword,
Knights and squires are standing guard,
In the grove knightly dance they tread
With torches and garlands of roses red”

~ Johannes Steenstrup, CHR The Medieval Popular Ballad, 1968

Endure …

Understanding life as one gets older is harmonious

things lost and insights gained

winds blow in the memories

time travel is easy…

child like fantasies still inspire

and adult responsibilities endure.

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on my mind

Oft’ my WordPress shelf

on this green day before the spring equinox

I pull a picture down.

A rendering I captured of Dad

Glad I did…

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His birthday was on the 2nd of December

his Death March 17th…

three years now gone?

Once a day of dancing and drinking

has taken a different tone.

Even through grief

…faded with time…

He is still on my mind today.

I imagine him dancing

with denizens on the Pleiades

happy and content.

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Dad before death

 

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My Dream Is Real

Today The Seminary of Praying Mantis has just published the first book (chapbook) of poetry.

A great accomplishment for me today. My first published book of poetry. DIY of highest degree with all the respect due to the many others who share their passion. It is just a hell of a happy day… just one step… of making my dreams come true.

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