Poetry Corner: Nina Gordon/Universe Truths

I re-discovered Nina Gordon, who was bury in my CD collection; no case, or CD artwork, but stuck in the middle of my binder of CDs with no case/artwork. (Don't ask, I was silly stupid in the early 2000s).

Borrowed from Ancient Explorers

One little question and I remember why I love Tonight and The Rest of My Life, the title track to the album of the same name. When it came out it was a force to be reckoned with Nina's vocals. I didn't catch it when it came in 2000. There was something haunting about the music, and yet Nina was speaking of truths, which I wouldn't get until 2016, so sixteen years later. Feeling joy in something simple, and enjoying that feeling. It might have stemmed from something sad, or frustrating, but there is a joy is finding your personal truths.

After asking this question, I pulled "Tonight..." up on youtube and gave it a listen, and then I listened a few more times. I was compelled to find my CD, realized that it had been a few years since listening to it. I saw  much more within "Tonight's..." track and the rest of the album, something I missed on prior listens.

I set about to write while "Tonight..." played. I have discovered that I tap into deeper creative outlets, rivulets and reservoirs with music. Often I stick to instrumental music, Celtic, Afro-Celtic (Ladysmith Black Mambazo), Asian (12 Girls Band), Hawaiian, but there are times that lyrical music (songs with words) will spark an idea. "Tonight..." did that, and I wanted to share with you, Dear Readers some of my universe poetry; one is silly and one is surreal, which I think works on at least one level. Mine! :-)

This post is dedicated for one person, just because. Thanks James!

Factoid: Nina Gordon was in the late nineties band, Veruca Salt.

Universal Cookbook

Have you ever thought,
what makes a world?
A cosmic soup
of gas,
minerals,
and a spark.
Seems so simple,
like making a batch of no-bakes,
but really,
How do make a world?
Measuring the ingredients,
with a pinch of Carbon
and a dash I Nitrogen,
mix well, while pre-set the oven
to 350 degrees
for what?
a few billion years?
Let set for several thousands years,
and maybe it'll be ready
to be served with
a side of Sun and Moon,
and four seasons.
Then, maybe,
just maybe,
your earth will be ready to join the
universe,
like a giant macrocosm bake sale.

Universe Truths

Like dust,

covering everything--

the universal is dusty,

though, nothing like faerie 

or pixie ,

because

when I am covered

I can see all--

a clarity 

riding in crests

foaming waves upon seas--

or deeply turned earth,

loam from which

all things return--

or blazing infernos

orangey golden,

and I can see the universe

roiling and churning,

making civilasation soup

out from which we,

humanity is birth

to make great things,

truths 

and lies,

art and 

terror. 

Everything is what can 

be, within the universe,

the heavens,

dusty.

Do you like to listen to music, podcast, TV, radio while writing, Dear Readers? I think I asked this question before, but I am always curious to know what my readers like to listen to while writing, or at least what do you listen to when relaxing (or doing housework, etc.)? Leave me a comment below, and catch you on the flip....

Poetry Corner: Pleasure Moment

I write a lot, but sometime even I get a little lost. Sometime I hardly write a word, and yet I can still write one helluva poem, be it sonnets, villanelle, or blitz poem. I am a F***kin' Awesome Writer. In preparation for OctPoWriMo starting October 1st I wanted to share a poem a write.

My friend Joy found this local poetry contest of female sexuality, gender expression, gender identity, and the like. She sent it to me. I vowed to submit something, and so I wrote. I haven't submitting anything yet, but I have until November. In the mean time I wanted to share one of my attempts to write about female sexuality. It is not a topic I often tackle, but I felt compelled to try, also, I am trying to revised one or more of this poem for inclusion in this contest.

I hope you enjoy it, Dear Readers.

There will be a lot more poetry in the coming months, and even regular blog posts again. I have had a busy and intense year, starting to wind down into a bit of normalcy again. Not that I always want normalcy, but I like some consistency at least.

With that, I give you...

 Pleasure Moment

I am my sex,

female, if you will, 

alive with sensual desires--

breathing down my neck.

Tingling

and 

goose pimpled flesh.

The moment's gone, you see,

unless the fire is stoked,

and fed by tinder

and

wood.

Pulses race--

I know I am alive,

desires

and 

thrilling.

Are you?

Give me a moment

and I will come when called;

and your fannng my desires,

making the woman in me 

stand out.

I am not ashamed.

This is a pleasure moment, 

silently sought

hard pressed to win.

My desires are real,

as am I. See me!

I am touch, to yours,

giving in, to yours--

drink me in

and in a moment,

know that I am

woman,

heat and desire,

pleasure and pain,

housed all in one.

Will you give in too?

And the moment need not pass again.

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