Autumn Magic poem five.

Wind stopped cave is dark no movement "Blake's" worm. Dreams from last night still light feelings "If we keep the healing temple open, the people will come?" A faint glimmer candy corn desire baked potatoes, ham and tomatoes salt and pepper holy dill... Magic inverted deep turn deep. Dudea (RIP)

Autumn Magic poem four

Autumn Magic poem four A prayer to the Elohim ... help us in the whirlwinds of water and fires of destruction. too much steam... How to prune the masses A man who is a Doppelgänger Causing chaos, discord, and division Racist and hypocrite... Send you peace of heart and mind.... conceivably good people will become … Continue reading Autumn Magic poem four

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 … Continue reading Autumn Magic poem three.

My Chapbooks Poetry by Hudley Flipside, An Underground Bard.

Archived material not currently for sale but available by request. First Chapbook. May 25, 2014 to Dec. 27, 2015 (1-24) Second Chapbook Aug. 5, 2013 to May 5, 2014 (1-16) Chapbook of Poetry 3 16 poems written from 2018 - 2017 In celebration of Autumn 2018

Venus

Venus on seashell, from the Casa di Venus, Pompeii. Before AD 79. It seems contrary that Venus goes retrogradeAs Spring vividly approaches!The underworld is spilling upwardsI’ve noticed shadows and illnessAddiction, handicaps, and depression.My heart is hurt and overwhelmed. Man at the parking lot asking for moneyYoung man in a wheelchairAs parents push him through the … Continue reading Venus

The Disk or the many Women Who Marched.

The Women's March was a worldwide protest on January 21, 2017, the day after the inauguration of Donald Trump as US president. It was prompted by Trump's policy positions and rhetoric, which were considered misogynistic and represented a threat to the rights of women. It was at the time the largest single-day protest in U.S. history. The goal of the annual marches is to … Continue reading The Disk or the many Women Who Marched.

Friendly Echoes

"Eventually, Echo, too, began to waste away. Her beauty faded, her skin shriveled, and her bones turned to stone. Today, all that remains of Echo is the sound of her voice." Ovid, Metamorphoses, 3. 493-501 Hudley Clown party '83 The echo of music is all that is left of the experience we shared. Just like Echo, … Continue reading Friendly Echoes

Sugary Red Rose

A cup of tea A piece of white cake with thick frosting with a sugary red rose The howl of the wind outside my door A fire in its place The sound of lightening and the smell of rain Cold weather and colder feet! Kitties cuddled close by me dark clouds and a good book … Continue reading Sugary Red Rose

Slowly hating August as it comes.

The sun let's go slowly each night. Jupiter appears all of a sudden in the twilight. In the distance dark tree leaves shimmer in between as light twilight flows as a river; breathing, dancing moving as the sun dies this day. "Hello Jupiter!" All reflected down below in a common blue pool. Surprise. A new light next to Jupiter silently sustains … Continue reading Slowly hating August as it comes.

Spirals and circle eights

Cowardice is the lack of courage to face danger, difficulty, opposition, and pain. I think we all have times when we experience this type of behavior. I admire others, and myself, who stand tall and cross the line, regardless. Yet, there are times when cowardice can be a dark projection from others. I think every time … Continue reading Spirals and circle eights

Red Rose

A gift to my mother. Now after her death I take it back and place on a wall in my home. Over thirty years agoFinding a red rosestained glassfive petals. At a common thrift storethen, upon my wallafter, a gift to motherupon her wall. Now upon my wall, againa symbolnow I knowit means good magicsupporting meall … Continue reading Red Rose

Follow Me

“The Cambion... Nimue herself and Merlin all are "denizens of another reality." How can we humans begin to understand them. Why do we make them evil? Instead, I will enjoy their stories and not judge them. Life is just that, a mystery... like the denizens.” -Jacques Vallee Walking in the early morning has become a new routine for me, though I typically prefer … Continue reading Follow Me

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. https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/understanding/

Sunday Random pick, The Mysterium Coniunctionis

I reluctantly picked up a book that seemed to urge me to open it, and despite my hesitation, I obeyed its call. "This investigation was rounded out by the Mysterium Coniunctionis, in which I once again took up the problem of the transference, but primarily followed my original intention of representing the whole range of … Continue reading Sunday Random pick, The Mysterium Coniunctionis

Suicide Squirrels

Bless them wild suicide squirrels they got a death wish. I see them dance the Distortion Dance of Death. Spring is so sweet today. The air honeyed with nectar and the birds are singing. Life can be heavenly, but I never lose sight of the shadow. It is important to keep goodness and our shadows … Continue reading Suicide Squirrels

Mana

"We know that something unknown, alien, does come our way, just as we know that we do not ourselves make a dream or an inspiration, but that is somehow arises of its own accord. What does happen to us in this manner can be said to emanate from mana, from a daimon, a god, or … Continue reading Mana

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... 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... … Continue reading On my mind.

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 … Continue reading My Dream Is Real

Leaping times of resistance and change …

In the Creative Process: "Make your obstructions or limitations productive by stimulating greater intensity of thought and a deeper sense of spiritual freedom" ~ The William Blake Tarot Cards

You got the look…

A gift last year, this Orchid fell into hibernation throughout the hot summer. I watered it religiously…. thinking it dead…. surprised when it came to life again this autumn. Now four blossoms …. a gift even sweeter then before!