A HUGE thank you to Producer Tim Sanders for collaborating with me on the video for "New Experience."  The poem is about Jimi and I wrote and read it.  Tim did the music and video and all the other production magic.  LISTEN TO THIS VIDEO BY GOING TO THE AUDIO/VIDEO LINK ON THE RIGHT HAND SIDE OF THE PAGE AND CLICKING ON THE LINK. It's at the top.

Thank you to Editor Sand Pilarski of Piker Press for publishing my poem today.

https://www.pikerpress.com/article.php?aID=9976

Photo courtesy of Piker Press

Shelter

Effecting only one form of magic,
creatures, 
bearing placid features
have become masters 
of both configuration and color.
Their decided talent 
presents as
the gift of imagination.

It is therefore strange,
that within their shelter
they cannot find
the charismatic fire needed
to attract the legions
to any flame
of what they call
their emancipation.

 Thank you to Editor Mark Antony Rossi for publishing this poem in the August issue of Ariel Chart.

https://www.arielchart.com/2023/08/a-soul-stuck.html

A Soul Struck

 

Before your work is begun,

consider growing thoughts,

calm and reasoned,

using uncluttered pages of a text 

written about extraordinarily benevolent characters,  

penned vignettes 

typifying what will later transpire 

for the good of all.

 

Let satisfied visual senses 

absorb the bright as a prism does,

embracing a boldness of color,

like a fountain of light 

erupting from dull to pure green.

 

Compose canorous song 

with its best repetitions revealed.

 

Build your colossus with solid stones.

Restore ancient temples to resplendent glory

that shines forth with radiant energy.

 

We’ll see, with upturned eyes,

upon so lofty a plane,  

tall edifices with turrets of divine love,

housing the souls of the just,

and those who live under a flag of peace.

 

Thank you to Editor Mark Antony Rossi for publishing this poem in the August issue of Ariel Chart.

https://www.arielchart.com/2023/08/the-delicacy-of-oxygen.html

The Delicacy of Oxygen

 

Our most obligatory element,

our main medicine,

the source of the world’s vital essence, 

carrying the strong appeal of wizardry,

knowing that its fate is what leads our fates.

 

We sense the innate need for breath 

reflected in those glorious periods 

of inhalation/exhalation,

similar to the death and birth of spring.

 

Steadily drawn air,

recalled like streams of water with endless flow,

delicate mobility, fluidity on which we rely,

needing to be protected

to maintain its sacred demand.