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Ahavati
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Poem of the Month - August 2019

poet Anonymous

Morning Hush

Day awakens with blushed skies
naked, as the sun winks her eye

dare I open mine, as I feel your touch
brushed across my beating chest
sharp nails carving circles of trust
begging for the beginning of more lust

my lips parched
from swimming in your seas
my sails taught
awaiting another breeze

your whispers echo in my mind
my king, grant me one more time
forget our tomorrow
stallion up and ride

bemused, my fingers come alive
heightened, passions throne
no looks, best to be unknown
the mountains become my home

the valleys lain, the crevice deep
the weary crave no sleep

breath stolen then shared
whipped and then repaired
in tongues of gold
that penetrate old scars

granting of the dew
and don'ts lay in wait
bodies hesitate, then come
forth in silver's rush,

(shh, we hush)
the stillness says it all



don't worry
I'll leave a couple (bite) marks
so I can find my way back
Written by JusTim_
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Heaven_sent_Kathy
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SiStars

I.    
       
The first time        
I heard the word Sister        
was when my older one died—        
       
I was too young to remember        
inside a nascent emptiness        
unfilled by a brother        
       
There is something indescribable        
that happens to a middle child        
when they become the eldest;        
       
a salient discombobulation        
solidifying over time—        
whether or not you qualify        
       
II.        
       
The second time        
I heard the word Sister        
was when a classmate asked me        
to be hers in first grade        
       
It was Mississippi, post segregation—        
I was white, she African American;        
yet, something felt right        
       
I said, Yes, and we played        
until older children parted our color        
on bus number 90, route US 51        
between Batesville and Pope        
       
III.        
       
The third time        
I heard the word Sister        
was in England; she was British        
       
Our fathers served        
the same military base—        
mine for America, hers England         
       
We held fast to that bond        
despite taunts of  “Yankee go home”        
from jealous schoolmates—          
       
until relocation orders separated        
our continents by space        
       
VI.        
       
The fourth time        
I heard the word Sister        
was from a Norwegian pen pal—        
       
it was a school project;          
she was from a port town, Ålesund        
and one of very few who learned English        
from European grandparents          
       
We exchanged personal items        
only sisters would—ribbons, secrets—        
until her untimely death in a boating accident        
separated us by memories        
       
V.        
       
The most unusual time        
I ever heard the word Sister        
was from a gay man who loved        
the way I dressed back in the 70's;        
       
but, even that became normal        
over time, accepting him        
for who and what he was        
in an era that did not        
       
We were tight until we graduated—        
he moved to San Francisco        
overdosed in a club one night        
wearing that silver sequined shirt        
I had sent him        
       
VI.          
       
The last time        
I heard the word Sister        
it had risen as Perseus and Andromeda        
to become SiStar in the heavens;          
       
we were a group of diverse members        
representing various cultures        
and beliefs meeting under the new moon:        
Christian, Jewish, Buddha, Wicca, Agnostic        
       
because we have learned that labels        
are only the experience of this life—        
but our feminine—our Divine Feminine        
is eternal through life and death        
       
VII.          
       
We are the tree        
that grew in Brooklyn;          
the miracle of truth in action—          
       
regardless of race, creed, or color        
power is the rhythm of each other        
that cannot be separately deciphered        
       
Our offered intent in shades of smoke        
sounds of chant, raise the vibration        
from the core of Ancestral Spirits          
       
We are the Divine Feminine evolving:        
nurturing, intuitive, empathic regardless of gender—        
a collaborative energy of ancient knowledge  
beyond flesh and blood:        
       
cooperates rather than competes        
senses rather than thinks        
creates rather than deconstructs        
       
It is the softer voice that exists        
beyond the critic inside yourself—          
       
listen and unite. . .SiStars of the Earth      
~
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Wild Ferment

So unexpected,
Landing in my creative juices,
Caught on the afternoon breezes,
Carried from far off lands and hidden microbial worlds.
Curled around a grapes taut skin.
Sheltered in the leaf mould,
Passing centuries beneath the crumbled monastery stone.
Smelling of musk and jasmine.
Waiting for a chance to bloom again.

Oh, how we fear the wild ones,
Seek to own and culture and control.
Swab and plate the petri dish.
Number, code, define, describe, categorize.

Grow under controlled conditions,
Remake, refine, strip of all the unexpected,
Until you are a number in a book,
To be packed and purchased and put to use.

Oh, the wild ones....
You can't trust them.
They might turn honey into vinegar,
Or leave their rotten cheese,
and gym socks laying around,
Or falter too soon,
Leaving unfinished business,
 and a cloying sweetness on your tongue.

Oh, the wild ones...
They might escape and run rampant through the winery,
Barrel dancing the whole way.
Uncontrolled and ecstatic,
With honey on their tongues.

Trusting the wild ones,
Life bubbles over,
Becoming a frothy mess.
Forbidden flavors,
Of roses and lilac,
and mushrooms, and forest floor,
Esters untamed and unknown,
Of deep secret places,
The scent and taste of passion,

A heady intoxication,
That sends your spirit spinning.

Abhored, cast out, rejected,  
Sanitized by civilized society.

No longer on the GRAS* list.

What happens when we let life
Ferment the wildness within us?




(*GRAS - Generally Recognized As Safe)



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The winner of this competition and any runners up were decided by public vote.

Thank you to the following members for voting:

BeginningPoet, Ahavati, JohnnyBlaze, MysticalRose, JusTim_, highlyfunctional, AspergerPoet56, AnonymousBystander, DanielChristensen, Stoney223, lepperochan, Jade-Pandora, Marks, Honoria, Jestalessa, Kinkpoet, MadameLavender, InNomine, Josh, RevolutionAL, LivDiane, Eerie, Tallen, admin, ImperfectedStone, SexyInkMaster, brokentitanium, da_poetic-edifier, HadesRising

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Congratulations again, Sweetheart! A well deserved win determined by the DU populace! 💜😘💋😊🏆

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Congratulations, Sage, for the deserving win!  And to our Kathy for nominating gold!

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Congratulations Kathy! Congratulations to Liv as runner up!

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This was a very nice Monday morning surprise!  Thanks so much to all who voted among so many great nominations. It's truly appreciated.  Thank you also for the kind words.  

Mostly, thank you to Kathy for both nominating and feeling it was worthy of such a nomination.  <3

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Congratulations, Ahavati! A well deserved recognition. That "SiStar" poem is awesome!

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Gahddess_Worship said:Congratulations, Ahavati! A well deserved recognition. That "SiStar" poem is awesome!

Thank you, Gahddess! Truly appreciated. And the RL as well. <3

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Dear Ahavati...

I believed.
And it came true.

The honor of bringing you honor. <3

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Heaven_sent_Kathy said:Dear Ahavati...

I believed.
And it came true.

The honor of bringing you honor. <3


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The winning poem is SiStars by Ahavati (nominated by Heaven_sent_Kathy).

A Broken Cup by LivDiane (nominated by Gahddess_Worship) is the runner up,

Congratulations and thank you to everyone who nominated and/or voted.

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Thank you, Web Miss!

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