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MARIGOLD

Mary’s gold, impassioned,
segues through fire to sundown hues:
a maiden’s gold to ease my heart
in times of trampled innocence.

These golden eyes, compassionate
soothe the ravages of savage rage
catch and hold my wary glance
and douse my flaring fires.

Such eyes, like sun-shared light,
passionately seek and finally find
my sly and stalest corners
and hold me, heat me, now.

And I shall seek my Mary’s gold
between sweet Mary’s open thighs
and find within those satin folds
a feast for fingers, lips and eyes.

Thus I must take my gilded girl
as Danae took her golden shower
and watch her petals all unfurl
from tight-knit bud to open flower.

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Nordic cloud

17 years ago

Fine splash

You leave no stone unturned mike, no sensations pass by you unawares, its all there bare and beautiful with no bashful glance, even the youth of today, or should I say exactly the youth of today are those who might be able to be taken aback by your frankness. Their wiggling bodies expressing rather the vulgar sides of life's creative joys, singing so often about the act but without feeling, too much simulated feeling the untrue expression of something wonderful and private. Fine splash here Mike from Ann of Norway.

meic

17 years ago

Thank you my friend … I

Thank you my friend ... I have never faltered in my love of women [in every sense, not just physical] or of flowers - very often associating the two. Not all my floral metaphors are as overtly sexual as this one. I've written a wholly romantic piece which I'll post as a spoken poem next month: NOSEGAY My memory weaves a nosegay of you, emotions meshed, tendril tight, sunlight circled. I might make you violets though you neither shrank nor hid. Roses would not fit since your colours never clamoured. You were too lightly wicked for lilies too fragile for foxgloves and could weather the wilder winds more strongly than poppy’s petals. I could celebrate your subtle shapes as esoteric ornamental orchids or sing of the sense-abducting scent of lavender and lilies-of-the-valley. All true, all you … but that would leave wanting the delicate dance of sweet-peas on the vine and the sheer exuberance you shared with pansies and harlequin flowers. Moonlight haloed, emotions meshed, tendril tight, I thread a fragrant bouquet of you. Hope you like it! Mike "not all matterings of mind equal one violet" ~ e e cummings ~

faerybeki

17 years ago

Wow, love it, so sensual,

Wow, love it, so sensual, quite beautiful, I'm particularly fond of the last 2 stanzas, the rhyme seems to soften it even more. Ok..so don't just consider me wooed, consider me swooning lol :) much love b x

meic

17 years ago

I’m so glad you like it

I'm so glad you like it ... and don't worry - I'm good at catching swooning ladies particularly those recently wooed. xo Mike "not all matterings of mind equal one violet" ~ e e cummings ~

Kailashana

17 years ago

Must be the Welshman in

Must be the Welshman in you.... all the swooning flowers as you pass by with words to untame the fire in our eyes. Smile. Every Cleopatra has her Mark Anthony, eh? ~A "The way you make love is the way God will be with you." Rumi

meic

17 years ago

“Every Cleopatra has her

"Every Cleopatra has her Mark Anthony, eh?" ... and her asp - though I'd refute that role entirely. As for swooning, I'd be happier with untamed eyes of fire. Thank you, or diolch yn fawr, cariad Mike "not all matterings of mind equal one violet" ~ e e cummings ~

Nordic cloud

17 years ago

So lovely and I too love flowers

Mike your comment poem is very beautiful, I love it. In all weathers I was out in Devonshire, my string round the old mack that I wore, watching and weeding my garden every day of the year. I wasn't allowed to go to work, so my work was the garden, growing before my eyes and how wonderful that was. I loved the smell of the earth and my fingers became good at rooting up the weeds, aided by the robin. Each morning going to see what had appeared. The lilies perfumed the night air, the primroses grew in the stone walls, the clouds of daffodils in every shade of trumpet, the tall type of montbretia, the flag irises, the huge dinner-plate red poppies and the roses all made the garden colourful in their seasons. The wild daffodils flowered in the churchyard opposite the cottage, "Pope's Cottage" it was called once it had been thatched. I was so happy among the flowers, outside I had green fingers. Your descriptions of holding the flower in the cup of your hand is a lovely way of describing the gentle way one has to handle plants. Beautiful Mike. Yours Ann of Norway

meic

17 years ago

Thank you for your lovely

Thank you for your lovely comment. Here's one of my pictures as thanks. http://www.flickr.com/photos/mike_coxe/3488377943/sizes/o/in/set-72157617518824960/ Mike "not all matterings of mind equal one violet" ~ e e cummings ~

Kailashana

17 years ago

The Marigold was pictured on

The Marigold was pictured on my page...in Nummi.... the least favourite of my flowers...(the scent & its commonness) now it has a new meaning! Thank you! However the picture has been replaced by a lily. A lily is quite a decadent flower, so outrageously erotic... I too am a lover of flowers, a legacy passed from mother to daughter. I love the feel of earth, the fecundity... the rage of fallen angels, (of course I am a Virgo). Much Love Ann of Norway, Mike. ~A "The way you make love is the way God will be with you." Rumi

meic

17 years ago

Excuse my ignorance - but I

Excuse my ignorance - but I don't know what Nummi is! I'm just planting my summer bulbs - Calla lillies [perhaps my favourites] and other oddities. I hope the Flame variety comes up again this year. http://www.flickr.com/photos/mike_coxe/3488376623/sizes/o/in/set-72157617518824960/ My lilies from one Virgo to another http://www.flickr.com/photos/mike_coxe/3488375707/sizes/o/in/set-72157617518824960/ Mike "not all matterings of mind equal one violet" ~ e e cummings ~

Kailashana

17 years ago

Mike, i have been remiss in

Mike, i have been remiss in turning the page on my calendar... April is a close-up picture of a white calla lily, May's is a brilliantly purple Shssta daisy, just gorgeous. My favourite is the Bird-of-Paradise, the Calla Lily comes in 2nd. ;-) I perused your artwork when you posted your Mike-incarnations... Lovely. Your son gave you many gifts Mike. A return to the spirit is just one. ~A I can be found under *People*. http://www.numii.net/word_press/ "The way you make love is the way God will be with you." Rumi

meic

17 years ago

Thank you Anna for the link

Thank you Anna for the link : I am intrigued sufficiently to maybe journey on a little. Some old wines do travel well - I trust this one will! I have been given gifts by my son, true, but this week I remember those given by my mother [it would have been her birthday] ... I travelled to your home along such devious ways And found a love so rare as is seldom found But remember child love not too well Choose whether to hurt life, or it hurts you. O M Williams Mike "not all matterings of mind equal one violet" ~ e e cummings ~

Kailashana

17 years ago

Hmmm. My mother’s

Hmmm. My mother's birthday 5/22, mine 9/22... I have been unable to write but few poems of my parents; stories seem to work better. Love, as well as life, is absolutely choiceless, imo until and unless we arrive at the singularity of purpose of *our* life. Much love Mike, I'd best stop now, I don't do well with falling in love, it would be too easy. ;-) ~A "The way you make love is the way God will be with you." Rumi

meic

17 years ago

Too easy … yes, indeed ;-)

Too easy ... yes, indeed ;-) however, consider the cockles of my heart [whatever they are] considerably warmed ... I've only written two poems about my parents [mother mainly] REMEMBERING A MAN, last posted, and LOOSE ALONG A WALL http://www.neopoet.com/node/5196 oxo Mike "not all matterings of mind equal one violet" ~ e e cummings ~