Poems by Hudley Flipside: An Underground Bard
16 poems written from 2018 – 2017
In celebration of Autumn 2018
Would you could you travel miles and miles for delicious deep-fried artichoke hearts? I wanna go to Castervile CA and eat some 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. Take a walk on the beach Smell the garlic in the air mixed with the salty smell of tide pools under the earthy breaths of golden-green eucalyptus trees. Lovely multicolored Monarch butterfly sweet bites of yellow-white lemon margarine pie Pacific Grove embraces never-ending waves breathless roller coaster rides.
Not reaching out
But reaching within.
Agathos daimon holds my heart
Humidity holds me back.
“Coninuctio” “in mercurio”
Which do not ripen.
Outside my oasis
Seeds dry in the heat.
Inside the cave
I listen to Mercurius speak.
“The desires of the mind
Will take you nowhere.”
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 my mind, Let the spirit of god / goddess, move over my deep dark waters.
Receptive as an open flower. Now, waiting for life to impregnate me.
“The Rose makes honey,” the rose gives honey in return.
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 by Chiron, Fire consumes my heart, Compassionate green healing, Of my mind and dreams, Love will grow tall and strong My wild Promethean fennel.
Thalia (/θəˈlaɪə/; Ancient Greek: Θάλεια, Θαλία; "the joyous, the flourishing"
Breaking through Breaking through the membrane Of turning 60 Letting go of Youth, maidenhood and giving birth Entering the world Of crones and seniors with purple-grey hair. Wise witches who stand By old dark shedding trees they sweep the cobwebs away My repellent membrane. Holding me back Calls of youth, music, and romance Death must be a friend Calm and gentle friends It’s my heart I worry about! Will my tenacity be strong enough To make It through the membrane Will I be whisked up By my elder ancestors? My hands that look like grandmother’s My need for love, friendship and companionship Will I take my magic with me The golden thread that brings meaning to old age? Mystery, adventure, humor and longing Will these qualities still inspire me As my muses tease Will my muses be waiting for me On the other side as I wrestle With this dark and flourishing membrane?
Winged centaur Invisible sounding hooves Upon the backyard cement. Lifted me upon his back We flew through The rain, clouds, and satellites Rounding the earth. Straight and fast towards Saturn’s castle He is to give me a gift. I’ve waited upon the words Of Buffalo yesterday and today “Today Saturn will give You a gift… today today!” I waited and wondered Tonight, as I watch the hearth fire I heard the call towards Saturn As before … I rode over frozen land Blue ice and white paths Over all we flew centaur’s wings outstretched Gracefully I slip off the centaur. I walked towards the big door Dark but when opened Filled with light and beings Those who lived there Those who were visiting like me. An earthling's visits are often short Saturn, I found Up the golden spiral staircase Waiting with a smile And comfortable charm. Saturn gave me a gift A green box Asking me Not to open it now. Wait until I am home And place it over the fire On your hearth, The gift will reveal Itself to you. My journey home was fast I made a space upon my hearth Above the fire Then turning to look out the window. The wet outdoors From a cold rain Found me hoping For a real cymene. Of the ascending centaur Glissading and glistening Away from my soul through the rain Under a full peeking moon. Saturn told me To write a poem about the green box A gift from him And so, I have.
Astronomical, astrological, metaphysical ~ trinity. Saturn: Time, Philyra: Form and Chiron: Solar egg sack.
It seems that people
are talking about…
Saturn on steroids
to the high land of his home.
As Capricorn alerts the master !
Chiron to take on the power
A healing of this shadowy world …
much more beyond our knowing.
I am not worried
because of my years of
friendship with Saturn and Chiron
Education and evaluation
I am stimulated with wonder and energy.
Keeping myself grounded
becoming impassioned with life.