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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 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)


 

Publications for reading pleasure…

Solar eclipse of August 21, 2017 Celebration

 I hope you enjoy the coming eclipse.  If you are already there or travel the journey to get there…If you need some reading material while waiting or after it is over and back to normal life… here is my stuff for your reading pleasure….

here is some eclipse music….

My Stuff….

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The Seminary of Praying Mantis Promtion

Happy May Day !!

A Grace for your pleasure, she is one of three that inspires the Muses of the arts…

Euphrosyne

William Blake – From the Nudes category:
The nakedness of woman is the work of God. (William Blake)

 

Ode to the Verdugo Moutians

In the early morning
there is nothing like driving east
on Sherman Way in the San Fernando Valley.

Not too many drivers
on the road
the view of the Verdugo mountains
are straight ahead.  

The Verdugo shine with a blue gray hue
recalling my youthful wild days.
The street is lined
with dark green pepper trees
blocks of brilliant yellow mustard greens 
freely enhanced with
miles of tall brown yellow wheat weeds
What is left of a wild valley.

It is a cool windy day
the will-o'-the-wisp
goes around and round.
Made up of different colored leaves
memories that stir within me.
Coolness on clothes
distance of windy gray sky
maybe rain will fall
onto the concert of
the Los Angeles River
Parallel to
the Verdugo Mountains.

Prehistoric blue gray mountain range
wild dew memories
inspire feelings
I am getting younger
not older.

~Hudley Flipside

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

We can free Prometheus…ourselves !!

Prometheus Unbound, man is defined as “one harmonious soul of many a soul, whose nature is its own divine control.”~ The Selected Poetry and Prose of Shelley edited, with introduction, by Carlos Baker.

“… Poetry strengthens the faculty which is the organ of the moral nature of man [imagination] in the same manner as exercise strengthens a limb.” ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

“The secret of morals,” says the essayist, “Is love; or a going out of our own nature, and an identification of ourselves with the beautiful which exists in thought, action, or person, not our own. A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively…The great instrument of moral good is the imagination: and poetry administers to the effect [ moral good] by acting upon the cause [imagination].’ Poetry enlarges the circumstance of the imagination by replenishing it with thoughts of ever new delight, which have the power of attracting and assimilating to their own nature all other thought.” ~ Shelley

 

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

Song Steps

We live in “the best of times and the worst of times.” Darkness and light play a game upon on us all. Terrorists initiate fear in us all. It is a time to focus on what is enduring in life as the planets, the stars and Spring. The changing of the season is remarkable, accurate and even mathematically perfected. Humor, poems and music move us to be less hateful and to show empathy proudly. As the wind blows on a warm Spring day take the time to see the ritual of life.

Today I am thinking about Bernie Sanders and a little peace bird, a synchronicity,  which can lead our footsteps towards a tickling of heartfelt humor and baskets of embracing hope. We need to follow our footsteps of synchronicity,

I wrote this poem for my father years ago. It is about birds. Not  human footsteps but the continuity of singing bird steps.

  1. A bird song…

Today I heard the sound of a singing bird

What type of bird I do not know?

A sparrow or maybe a blue bird sings

This lovely song of summer and spring.

I’ve heard this singing many times before

As an infant I heard the singing near

My parent’s pool

As a child I also heard the singing

While sliding down a grassy hill.

Now as an adult of forty

I remember all the times I’ve heard the singing

The same song but from different birds

This lovely song of summer and spring.

In California I’ve heard

Their tune hundreds of times

I’ve changed so much since

The first time I heard the birds singing ‘tell now,

I assume I will hear the same song

A hundred times more,

Until I grow very old.

I think of the song

Of the singing birds

Of all the birds who have sung the song

So many birds, singing the same tune.

I wonder and I’m comforted

Listening to the tunes of the singing birds

It is the ‘ever living song

This lovely song of summer and spring.

For some day when I pass on

As the many birds, who have sung their songs

My children and grandchildren

And great-grandchildren

Will hear the same song,

Hopefully linking us together,

As the same song links

The sweet birds together.

The singing from the sky

The trees bringing us all together

The song will not have changed one note

This lovely song of summer and spring.

~ Holly Cornell May 23 1993

(Hudley)

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

Quote above reflective of A Tale of Two Cities – Wikiquote

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.

Dad before death - Copy

Dad before death

 

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

Longing

Me and Lynn 1980

Me and Lynn 1980

The heart and the mind often long for different things.

Longing for understanding where the two come together in knowing peace.

Where one does not try to outsmart the other.

Longing to fit in and longing to run away.

Longing to build a bridge and hang with Hermes.

Longing to create…

Never ending…

Longing for the dead

miss them.

 

 

 

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