My Head is Beating with Wishes

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My head is beating with wishes
said the great King Ginevra,
they are straight out of the costume dispenser,
where the clouds are made of Paris,
the day is made of swirling capes to wear on the cusp of morning,
 air is peppermint  basil to go  with a bite of  sunlight,
 blue mangoes and frozen kiwis,
so let’s sail around in the Caribbean, full of smiling fish,
 bring the owl  who ate too many toads and now is made of ribbits,
he smells like a knock- knock joke and sings with the rubberized cow.
 
King Ginevra goes to look for a painted mermaid hanging in the sky,
and roams the nighttime ocean,
  cawing birds follow him down the drowsy hole
and they float to the  Eiffel Tower without a single band-aid emergency.
He returns early in the morning, 
 drinking  banana tea with honey,
and eating a bacon muffin too.
 
Soon after breakfast, the great King Ginevra decides
that the theme for today is jungle.
 
Head still beating with wishes, he scoots on over
to ride the Q train to the popcorn zoo
or maybe to the moon.
 
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©2013 Wabi Sabi
 

Happy Father”s Day to all fathers (and mothers) who encourage their children to dream, wish and imagine!

For Poets United ‘poetry pantry’

For Recuerda Mi Corazon ‘postcards from paradise’

For d’Verse ‘Open Link Night’

Word-Play

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they come like a passel of noisy children

invading dreams of saint and sinner

interrupting, impervious to love-making 

death-bed or candled dinner

 

they can pout in abject silence

slipping down the road of  chased thoughts , 

fragmented, demented, mocking from afar,

not easily bartered or bought

 

still the ragged poet bleeds and longs

for the  jagged muse’s holy songs.

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©WabiSabi 2013 

 
Shared with d’Verse Poets ‘open link night’
 
 

Joy Ride

Joy Ride
think how your body moved down the avenue of fourteen
hips swaying into tomorrow and the next day
 
 how you curl your tongue around the idea of chocolate
consumed by it even as your body consumes it
 
 how your eyes connect with other eyes,
locking you into that inevitable, unforgettable  dance
 
and feel how your body shudders and utters delight
when you share its secrets
 
 how Beethoven ravaged, savaged your heart
invading, vibrating a joyous ode across tiny ear drums
 
 how your skin felt like silk when you dove into the ocean,
 and the salt-flecked water blessed, caressed and ate you
 
 how your body worked to roll out another and another  body,
sweating and pushing,  pushing and sweating you bore them out
 
 then swooned at the scent of brand new-born pouring
 into every open door your body owns
 
 how you are stunned when you rise from a daydream
 and your eyes run across the sky, immense, intense with clouds
 
 how you glow when a little boy stops playing
to  touch your cheek lightly, politely planting a kiss 
 
 how a river of pleasure runs through your nose 
when a rose shrugs off its holy fragrance
 
and oh,
feel how your heart pumped as you jumped on your bike
willing your eight year old legs to ride forever
 
how you soared, when you stopped on the road to Yosemite, awed
and had to lie on the hood of the car to keep from falling into the stars
 
and how your heart sings in time with the birds
when spring arrives to banish, vanish winter
 
  your body convulses and  pulses with  laughter, 
 tears flowing, you fall down on the floor 
 
 when you think what an impossible joy-ride
it has given you
     ever since you climbed aboard
at your naked, gasping birth.
 
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©WabiSabi 2013

                                     

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For Poets United ‘Poetry Pantry’