Extra Poem - Dragon Wings...

Dragon Wings

In the picture below, is a sky dragon and a column of light connecting me and the dragon. The light sparkles under the hood of the car are part of the column of light.

A Mystic I once worked with, spotted the dragon, 

and told me that I was communing with it. 

Wish I could remember dragon speak!

Dragon Wing

I hold my breath as my mind projects... 
expectations of the worst to come.

Fear runs ahead, disappears into the future, 
sliding into hiding, keeping me in the box.

Fear waits to trap me, hinder the precious tinder
of truth burning with honest expressions  
of loving impressions.

Oh no, what have I been doing...  
I pull Fear to me, to embrace and forgive,
and be set free.

My breath is a gush, relief beyond belief.

Dear sweet Fear, now I know... 
you only sought to protect me. 
Now I see clear, and then I let it go.

Fear shatters... 
thin ice on warm rocks.

Fear melts, shimmering pools of 
liquid Love, blessed by the Phoenix Sun above.

Waves of silver self play on golden shores, 
open the doors of my being 
into a new seeing.

Heart insights project realizations
of the best to come from the infinite potential
of future inspirations.

Love flows ahead... in
pools and streams, lakes and rivers, glens and glades,
waiting to complete me gentle cascades
in the rainbow shades... of life.

Love entertains, sustains,
oases of light, clear starry heights 

beyond the pall of earthly blights.

Future and past are present... 
in this child with her halo of golden hair, 
and a precocious blue-eyed stare.

She gazes from eyes holding the wisdom of ages, 
ecstasy of saints and mystery of sages.

She knows who I am,
and She remembers how to be... 
the real me.

I hid from Her so my body survived,

but my human self was only half alive, 
because I could not express the

truth of Her that lay inside.

She turns away with sparkling footsteps. 

Silent depths call me back, before 
I ran from Her, and hide from the guiding

light of her innocent foresight.

She points to her dragon, afloat in the sky, 
a being She still knows how to fly.

She is now with me, traveling on high, 

in one love together as I seek to remember

how to fly on dragons winging 

across the azure sky.

Photo&Text©September2012ShaunieL

Riddle...

What Am I ???

Riddle

I tease the mind and leave you in dismay

I give you clues that might lead the other way

I give you many puzzles with which to play

I stalk you with mystery and gentle confusion

Waiting for that moment of soft heart infusion

When you finally achieve an inner reunion

What Am I ???

(Answer posted in the "Answer" post.)



Text&Photos©September2012ShaunieL

Irene Jeanette...

Irene Jeanette

Grandmother whose name was Irene...
You seemed to live life as a silent scream.
Mute despair was the guise you wore...
By the time I was delivered to your door.

What were you before the darkness fell...
Causing the fire of your spirit to quell?
And disappear into a distant stance...
Cloaked in whisky and a suspicious glance.

You quoted The Raven, Poe’s gloomy tale...
Of true love lost and life’s brazen betrayal.
Watching, I knew life had taken a harsh toll...
Only the garden seemed to soothe your soul.

Tough as leather, with hidden feminine grace...
You crocheted the most exquisite cotton lace.
When did your delicate vulnerable little girl...
Lose her innocent trusting faith in the world?

When did she learn to be in hopeless fear...
And to hide in the dark with only her tears?
I wanted to love you and be loved in return...
Mostly my innocent attempts were spurned.

Irene means peace, there was none for you...
Just that restless despair blowing through.
Jeanette means God Is Gracious, not for you...
More and more sorrow just seemed to accrue.

It has been 31 years now since you passed...
Irene, are you now in a happier place at last?
I imagine you now, with wings of feminine grace...
Weaving... 

delicate... 

strands... 

of... 

light.. 

Into... 
shimmering...

ever...

more... 

luminous... 

lace...

Tex&Photot©September2012ShaunieL

Answer To Riddle...

Answer To Riddle

What Am I ???

I Am Transcendence!

Text&Photos©September2012ShaunieL

Nynke Ness...

Nynke-Ness

Nynke, of fairy grace and flaxen hair

Of blue sky eyes and slender elven air

This willow woman who speaks from the heart

What mysteries are you here to impart

Come now she takes us by the hand

Ferries us inside to some distant land

Gently round her knowledge she bends us

She speaks the poetry of transcendence

Text&Photos©September2012ShaunieL

Tanka & Senryu...

tanka

blue is the color
of the bells hung on my wall
they jingle softly
to greet me as I open
the door with a gentle breeze

tanka

I love to look out
and watch the cottonwood tree
trembling in the wind
curious silver white limbs
embracing each new moment


senryu

my grandmother say
road to hell is littered with
our good intentions


senryu


my higher self say
if you are feeling lonely
get to know yourself



Photo&Text©September2012ShaunieL

Nature Poem... Insectoids...

Insectoids

Fascinated with human nature
And with ourselves as humanoids
What about  the other “oids in nature
The insectoids?

Butterfly dancing on wings
Of iridescent light
Angels of the insect world
Delicate flying cosmograms

Cicadas buzzing at the speed of life
Humming with frenzy
Vibrating the trees with anticipation
Of imminent procreation

Honeybee humming her songs
Into flower petal ears
Accompanied by the breeze
Roses and snapdragons sway

Grasshoppers hop and munch
Hopping and munching
Spitting tobacco juice
It stains the palm of my hand

Houseflies clean their tiny feet
And delicate rainbowed wings
Searching for garbage to dispose
Donating their children to the cause


Photo&Text©2012Shauniel

Ecstatic Poem - Ecstasy...

Ecstacy

Ecstasy is a misty beach in California with wind for company... wading the waves, watching white sea foam curl and decorate the sand with fragile white.

Ecstasy is cantering up the beach on a sea foam white steed... with wind for company... watching waves devour the beach, then return it wholly, again and again.

Ecstasy is feeling the bellow lungs of the sea foam steed between my legs, pulsing in tune with my spirit... watching waves of memory devour me and return me holy again and again.

Ecstasy is remembering my California lover without shrinking into loneliness and longing for his touch... upon my skin and within my heart.

Ecstasy is remembering who I really am without him near... I am the wind... I am the waves... I am the white sea foam and the sea foam steed running free on the beach... I am whole without him in my life... I am that I am and all that I am is that which I am...

That being said... I still really, really miss him some times... and this too... is a part of the bittersweet ecstasy... of that which I am.

Photo&Text©September2012Shauniel

Ars Poetica - Amusements

Amusements

Who will be my muse today?
Who wants to come out and play... with me?
Who will guide my good pen, caress my fingers,
And leave in the wake a poem that lingers?

Will it be a child of nature, one of her trees or flowers,
A towering thunderstorm, maybe just a precocious breeze?
Will it be ocean bright days full of sand and misty memories
Breaking on the shores of my heart in swelling waves?

Who will be my muse tonight?
Who wants to come into the light... and play?
Who will ignite flickering candles of inspiration,
Lend me a few pages of luminous dictation?

Will it be a star shining in my mind, a crescent moon
New in the sky, owl on the wing, a desperate sobbing sigh?
Will it release me from the past with a feather gentle blast,
My old reflections now purely seen in a different glass?

Who will be my muse?
Who will come to amuse me?
Who will incite the fires of creation,
Laughing with pearls of wise dictation?

Will it be something inside of me, crying to be heard,
A silent scream of urgency compelling me to look, and see?
That all I ever needed is here inside where I dug those graves?
No tombstones herald the spots of these cemetery plots.

Who is my muse? Whomever I chose... or who choses me.
Really! Yes, really! All the same, just this one great cosmic game,
Transcendence whispering, "Just be and be free."

We know, we have heard all the cliches
Used to inspire us out of the societal maze
That seeks to trap us in gloomy parasitical caves
Of illusion... until we reach that same sudden conclusion.

"What sudden conclusion might that be?" you ask.
It is knowing that I can no longer live as who I am not.
No matter what it takes I must make a most excellent escape
From the unmarked plots and coffins of compromise,
Lying patient, waiting deep inside...
Of me, myself and I.

Visual Poem - My Hands...

     My Hands

                                         
                                 My

                         hands

                 are such

  Wondrous inventions, their power of unique dimensions

They clasp and hold on tight or share a caress delicate and light

Feather soft, iron fist, my hands are full of such extremes

My hands are much more than they might seem

    These hands weave my dreams



                       Fingers so supple and slender

                     Fingertips sensitive and tender

                     The delicate skin still remembers

                        Soothing silk and warming embers
  

                               My hands play between such extremes

                                      Twisting with tension or playing in sand

                                            Shaping a future to match my dreams


                                                Fashioned by the ultimate architect

                                                   To express my soul and to protect

                                                 Flexing now, reaching for things

                                               Tendons are the puppet strings



                                    These hands weave my dreams
 
                              My hands are much more than they might seem

                            Palms open in gratitude or clenched in a brooding mood

                            Hands dancing on air, sharing secrets with innocent savoir faire

                              Palms lined by a life of joy and strife, love and surrender

                                             My hands

                                                      hold

                                                   Me

Chant - Elements Of Love...

Elements Of Love

Oh winds of the East... I call to thee
Oh winds of the South... I call to thee
Oh winds of the West... I call to thee
Oh winds of the North... I call to thee

Oh winds of the Inner... I call to thee
Oh winds of the Outer... I call to thee
Oh winds of the Stars... I call to thee
Oh winds of the Earth... I call to thee

Whispering through me now... the East
Whispering through me now... the South
Whispering through me now... the West
Whispering through me now... the North

Whispering through me now... the Inner
Whispering through me now... the Outer
Whispering through me now... the Stars
Whispering through me now... the Earth

All as One within me and around me
All is Love to nurture and surround me

Oh waters of the East... I call to thee
Oh waters of the North... I call to thee
Oh waters of the West... I call to thee
Oh waters of the South... I call to thee

Oh waters of the Inner... I call to thee
Oh waters of the Outer... I call to thee
Oh waters of the Stars... I call to thee
Oh waters of the Earth... I call to thee

Flowing through me now... the East
Flowing through me now... the South
Flowing through me now... the West
Flowing through me now... the North

Flowing through me now... the Inner
Flowing through me now... the Outer
Flowing through me now... the Stars
Flowing through me now... the Earth

All as One within me and around me
All is Love to nurture and surround me

Oh fires of the East... I call to thee
Oh fires of the South... I call to thee
Oh fires of the East... I call to thee
Oh fires of the East... I call to thee

Oh fires of the East... I call to thee
Oh fires of the East... I call to thee
Oh fires of the East... I call to thee
Oh fires of the East... I call to thee

Blazing through me now... the East
Blazing through me now... the South
Blazing through me now... the West
Blazing through me now... the North

Blazing through me now... the Inner
Blazing through me now... the Outer
Blazing through me now... the Stars
Blazing through me now... the Earth

All as One within me and around me
All is Love to nurture and surround me

Oh earths of the East... I call to thee
Oh earths of the South... I call to thee
Oh earths of the West... I call to thee
Oh earths of the North... I call to thee

Oh earths of the Inner... I call to thee
Oh earths of the Outer... I call to thee
Oh earths of the Stars... I call to thee
Oh earths of the Earth... I call to thee

Grounding through me now... the East
Grounding through me now... the South
Grounding through me now... the West
Grounding through me now... the South

Grounding through me now... the Inner
Grounding through me now... the Outer
Grounding through me now... the Stars
Grounding through me now... the Earth

All as One within me and around me
All is Love to nurture and surround me

Oh Wind Water Fire Earth Bless me now
And bring me the horizons of new Earth
Oh Wind Water Fire Earth I bless you now
For the elemental essence of your worth

Text&Photos2012Shauniel