Time movement

This is my winter solstice poem for 2021 Water drop in time. by Hudley Flipside 2021 There is something Real and magical Between a breeze And the top of a Pool of water An in between language A pattern of symbols Mandalas, ancient texts It gets talking so fast I don’t understand it all. Then … Continue reading Time movement

The Rose That Fell in Love with The Owl.

Owl Cluster Autumn always takes on a new flavor of life. Looking for a poem and an image in my vast collection of poems, course essays, watercolor paintings, and photos can be overwhelming. I looked so different through my 30s, 40s, and 50s. I was round and motherly sometimes with exceptionally long hair. Yet with … Continue reading The Rose That Fell in Love with The Owl.

The Saints Are Touring Again.

Punk Poem by Hudley April /2020 A great dream last night Those best feelings of hanging with your favorite band Touring as they were Family and friends were nearby Chris Bailey was sweet His lovely sly grin shone my way as he looked at me a rich heavy Irish accent formed few words “I’ll see … Continue reading The Saints Are Touring Again.

Ivy; It will be a good day !

(11-18-18) Feet steeping aroundIn light purple tennis shoesMorning crisper than it wasCyprus tree tall as a towerDark green tall I upward gazeLooking straight upNoticing the ivy that embraces the climbWild element of the neighborhoodSadly, gardeners often slash off all the blossomsmost times, yet not hereHalf a block overtaken by tall CyprusAnd wild dark shiny green … Continue reading Ivy; It will be a good day !

Summer Poem #2

27th Anniversary Would you could you? travel miles and miles for delicious deep-fried Artichoke hearts? I wanna go to Castervile CA and eat deep-fried. Artichoke hearts with spicy mayonnaise. Near the lovely coastal region close to Moss Landing, a fucking pint at The Whole Enchilada with a shot of hot vodka with my anniversary man. … Continue reading Summer Poem #2

A “Daily Fuck Gazette” Limerick

Uppity dubiety Scott Pruitt purines Eat your prunes you’re a greedy old man Lotion on your bottom Sleeping in a used bed Will not get you any respect The day you're found dead! Uppity dubiety Scott Pruitt purines Chicken finger frenzies lost in your gloom Uppity dubiety Scott Pruitt purines!

In Return

Receptive, illumination and synchronicity, I'm a wise old blooming flower, waiting to be pollinated, I'm receptive to what I shall become, Let life approach me, I do not have to go seeking, I have all I need to succeed, I'm a beautiful rose,wise, good and ready.I can be trusted, I follow things through, I speak … Continue reading In Return

Promethean fennel

The wild fennel is growing in my garden, From the Santa Monica Mountains, Only a few seeds thrown around my land, From the staff-sheath that I have, Near my hearth. My wild Promethean fennel, Smells of licorice and earth, Feels like numinous beats, Waves from the coastal region, Myths revealing through my soul. Prometheus freed … Continue reading Promethean fennel

Ides Of March

We ran over the hill in the rain green grass suddenly tripping our climb. Laughing as we were rolling over each other happy to be. https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/suddenly/

Third Winter Wonderland Poem

An event to read and talk I got lost I woke up encrusted with "how could Is?" Lost I found myself fishing my dream finishing my dream in waking time awake with a cup of coffee kitty on my lap. The large ten-inch-long lizard 3-inch width creature still reminds me that it might still be … Continue reading Third Winter Wonderland Poem

Second Winter Wonderland Poem, Saturn and Chiron and Beyond

Astronomical, astrological, metaphysical ~ trinity. Saturn: Time, Philyra: Form and Chiron: Solar egg sack. It seems that peopleare talking about... Saturn on steroidssince ascendingto the high land of his home.As Capricorn alerts the master ! Chiron to take on the powerA healing of this shadowy world ...much more beyond our knowing. I am not worriedbecause … Continue reading Second Winter Wonderland Poem, Saturn and Chiron and Beyond

Coyote

By Hudley Posted on November 23, 2017 Coyote Kachina To all the wild things that know us When we walk in their fields Or on their hills! A day of thanksgiving A history of the land A call from the wild… As I meditate upon The four directions Of the medicine wheel… My comrades and … Continue reading Coyote

Autumn Magic poem six.

Think upon the seals’ barkingOnly then will you see themSharing their magic…The cool of the fog,The foam from a waveCoffee in a cup.Old-school arcadeTicket from a master psychic in a booth,Walking, talking, and smiling…Driving, feeling, all togetherTunnels and dark canyons.The Mermaids are singingThe universe is glowing…The marina is fullHalloween flagsAnd gibbous moon.

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 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.

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 … Continue reading Publications for reading pleasure…

The Seminary of Praying Mantis Grace

The nakedness of woman is the work of God. ~William Blake A Grace for your pleasure, she is one of three that inspires the Muses of the arts…

Ode to the Verdugo Mountains

February 26 2023 Ode to the Verdugo Mountains By Hudley Flipside 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 … Continue reading Ode to the Verdugo Mountains

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. http://www.ancient.eu/Prometheus/ “… Poetry strengthens the faculty which is the organ of the moral nature of man [imagination] in the same manner … Continue reading We can free Prometheus…ourselves !!

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