man o’ live
a full closed hand thumbed and gripped
mankind's power uniquely equipped
casting buildings into the clouds
monumental gestures covered in shrouds
force wars to quell interim lust
make impervious machines unable to rust
forge landscapes that snarl the mind
heal the masses, undone... left behind
irrigate parched places, seed an endless reserve
patch brains, restore heartbeats and spark a nerve
watch plainly with those modern eyes
miracles and wonderment bereft of surprise
hook up, make links, connect and make small
all what has come, once so mighty and tall
the click and clack and smooth vibrato
sinewy synergies and pounding staccato
do it, done it, here and there, then and now
what stuff, what things... take a bow
cross your legs, unfurl your hearts, embrace the stars
for soon, it will all be coming to you from Mars
those weeds!!!
can we humans be more like weeds
grow abundantly... with little needs
sprout boldly from the smallest crack
reach skyward always... never looking back
thrive miraculously where well cared friends wither
yet flourish side by side with a hint to come hither
stand ruthlessly against mans' herbicides
or chopped to the root and cast aside
our petals and leaves we open wide to all
though not invited ours is... a grand sprawl
with fine frons and feathery wisps
our sturdyness does not engender idle quips
we bend and sway in the mightiest torrent
with roots so deep... some find us abhorrent
but all and all... in all of our landscapes
there is a just place for man, plants and apes
poets... know it...
there are in this place so many words
of wonder, regret, unbounded faith and hope
resilience and surrender... so much piety
and lust.... forgiveness and grace
they all fall perilously to their fields of purity
and offer the readers eye a ballet of sumptuous
journeying to all places remembered not
yet known... some simply discarded
ever sure we may get tripped up we
scale these walls these monuments of
other worlds and ways of navigation
in plain anticipation of revelation
or confirmation... how did I do that
would I do that, can I say that
how rich and clever or demonically
unnerving or so delicate an array of
consonants and vowels stringing
along our hearts our minds
our landscapes our escapes
our bodies... our homes our desires
park your dreams steady your
innards zip your pants
tidy your workplace... m...
as it comes... it will go...
if asked say not what you really think or thought
for times come so quickly and knowledge fades so fast
all it takes is a head turn or gulp and it is all gone seems alien
what you gathered so carefully with great fuss and bother
drifts away without even a glimpse back or a simple wave...
goodbye...
love ones... lovers... great sounds... tastes... temptations
ways of thinking, lusting, finding, groping, sleeping, dreaming
staying awake... dancing laughing... acting the fool... going silent
writing down... looking up... taking sides... letting out... taking in
removing the leftover... overlooking the obvious...
fighting wanting, remembering and forgetting all so you can say
hello...
I Recall...
Baton rouged
cheeks
aglow
four syllable, setting back in lyric repose
smoldering Gibson
curved
muse
flashing
dashing
clicking
eyes
wide open square-mouthed
head askew
laughing
pearl white pink... framed
lips
licking a pinched, closed
moment
in discovery... sensations wither on primrose
not
the clipped voice
kind
just plain, distanced
gazing
tight fingers folded neatly as
if in
prayer
swinging through
the misty
little
girl
remnant days
all cause found
in
the plundered calendars
jealously relinquishing
the shadows
to
the
sensual
voluptuous
light
speaking... for tomorrow
I'm thirsting for jacquards and fine stemmed glassware
arias and plain flat violet skies that seem to curve to the clouds
firmness that releases soft edged conversations relinquished doubts
and stubborn stroked outlines of earlier times... peaches in kraft bags
ripened to the sweetness that "ahhs" the tongue and smiles that
linger and trickle down to bebop rhythms and Sarah's songs
tricky stuff said and done with twisting turning resolute
convictions and strained certainties that spoke to truth and
utter passions that seemed to spiral like so many dervishes in tophat
wonderment... look at the fallen trees and lost warriors that happened
past histories... ultimate choices when futile jestures seemed
like the oligarch's pronouncements... merriment comes to tamper with
memories and sadness falls into chutes flowing to wide streams
where friends wade k...
Symphonies
White wings
I hear sing,
a beautiful
versed hymn,
playing the harp,
symphonies,
strumming each string,
drawing attention,
noted within
© 2020 Carol Natasha Diviney
Tether
Let's walk together
Hand in hand forever,
floating like a feather
Drifting into,
the never never
Hands bound together,
keeping the tether
© 2020 Carol Natasha Diviney
Wake Up
Wake up world!
You wanna sleep with the lie?!
It makes you feel safe.
Close your mouth, shut your eyes,
listen and behave!
Everybody in the right wing,
Fight!
Everybody in the left wing,
Fight!
Choose a side or get singled out!
Everybody in the country,
Fight!
Everybody in the world,
Fight!
Fight their wars, do what is right!
Everybody in the cities,
Fight!
Everybody in the towns,
Fight!
Throwing fists in the streets.
They don't have to do a thing,
The populace silences itself.
The world uses its hands,
To cover over its own mouth.
Use your mouth to,
Speak!
Use your ears to,
Hear!
Use your eyes to,
<...Cicada
I’ve been,
Crawling,
Under the dirt,
Upon my abdomen.
Searching,
For a tree,
That I will hang from
And be set free.
This skin I wear
Encases me.
When I’ve moulted.
I will be free.
I will wiggle off the confounds
Of bone and flesh
Of space and time
And of birth and death.
I was once
A nymph.
Living on the roots,
Of the tree above me.
I was so small and hungry then,
But I have eaten enough now.
It is time to harden,
This old soft skin.
I’m passing through,
This knot,
In the infinite,
Line of life.
Aligning myself with the inner body.
Squirming out of this old biology.
Going beyond our senses,
And beyond our ...