prologue
Beyond food and shelter, we create
our need. This Turkish puzzle ring
fallen apart in our hands, calls us
to become present, see what must be done
for us to operate again as one.
We trace this mobius ring to find
where we are is where we began.
There is one last need we don’t create,
the one that drives us to procreate.
I.
Spin into me, my shimmering sun. Enfold
me with the energy, coursing through your blood.
Split the mobius ring across its circumference
and we create a larger ring. Halve it once again,
arc upon arc, until, it comes apart and we are
two inter linked. Our vibrant spirit sings, as you
are me and I am you. Our web of nerves lit,
electrical fires surging through our bodies making every cell
tell its stories to its mated other as we explode.
Falling back -- we part -- yet, my seed swims your salty sea,
your ripened ova waits, a paradise full of siren’s song
for the first waving sailor to climb into you.
Mated. More than one. New life born separating from us -- of us.
This nested puzzle ring completes itself,
answering its own question. Sometimes a man
is just a man and a woman is just a woman.
I, just, don’t recall the last time this was true.
We learn, in our silence, to listen. Hearing
the energetic call of another’s spirit, the masculine
will rise, the feminine blossom wide.
As these energies interplay, we will create
our meaning and learn the reason for centered love.
“We” creates its own topography. Humans
create stories to echo the discovery of the other.
II,
How silly we are, to believe that breasts
penises, vaginas create love. The energy of love is
Joy and our world, at its most pristine, echoes
with its abundance. From rising wave to mountain race,
we can taste and smell our loving other. My
lips and hands constantly discover new mysteries
wonders as I explore your geography. I recognize
love creates us. When we allow our deeper
reaches to fill and thunder with our joyous open
giving, the energy courses over all our barriers until,
every cellular expression is lifted up to aliveness.
Pour yourself across me, in promise, fecund with child,
bold and courageous -- I will fit to you.
Our strength co-mingling, reciprocating, crescendo
into gladness -- allowing us to laugh with our promise
Life! Life! Life!
02/23/06
7:33 PM
HD Alexandria, VA
Author notes
I was intrigued by your contest and spent time playing with ideas and forms. I may not be as overtly erotic as you might like. Perhaps I am burned out from my \
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APPLAUSE!!!
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AMAZING*****
Very sensual. I like this one. was a great read from start to finish. great piece here. My favorite part was, "ps and hands constantly discover new mysteries
wonders as I explore your geography. I recognize
love creates us. When we allow our deeper
reaches to fill and thunder with our joyous open
giving, the energy courses over all our barriers until,
every cellular expression is lifted up to aliveness.
Pour yourself across me, in promise, fecund with child,
bold and courageous -- I will fit to you."
I loved how you started with the prologue, it definitely gave a smooth introduction to the piece AWESOME! -
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I have found that most of poetry tends to be sensual. The goal with this piece was to take that sensuality and use it to expose itself and celebrate the wonder that we are. In the joy of being comes many gifts.
thanks for taking the time to share your pleasure, joy shared: joy multiplied.
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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Good write, but not applicable
We are doomed dear friend, who has time in our days to think of all these wonderfull thoughts you poor into your write
nicely done, with a pinch of salt
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Even in the desert of the soul are a few drops of water.
Glad you enjoyed.
Peace,
Tom B.
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Very moving
Very nice. Drives home the point that sex without love is just sex. Sex with love is an emotional high that cannot be reached with any drug. How lucky are those who find love and safety with that one true soul.
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Glad you enjoyed this. It was an effort on my part to point out that we have drives and desires. It is how willing we are to come from the center of our being and be present with another that lets rise above being simply animals. Love becomes part of the equation because it is the energetic resource that allows us and supports us in letting this union take place at a higher level.
Peace ,
Tom B.
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Oh. This is a really pretty one from you. Not that it's unusaul for you to write pretty ones. lol I didn't get the first stanza that well. I guess you were just explaining the concept of the ring for us? My favorite part though was the 2nd section. I liked the idea that love isn't sex, it's more about who we are and how we live. I guess I just like the more romantic side.
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The Turkish Puzzle ring was given by turkish sailors to their wives. If they took them off they would not be able to get them back together. There fore the sailor would know when they were unfaithful. My father had one. I used the idea of putting it back together in part as an act of trust.
You are right. Love isn't sex. Love can be expressed with sex and other forms of touch. We express our love in the sharing we experience with each other and the joy that grows out of that. The joy is not just our own but how much we love creating joy for the one we love. We become selfless not as in forgetting about ourselves but selfless in the sense that wer realize the joy in our giving and how much we want to just abide in this world with this person as our partner.
Thanks for the really thoughtful note.
Lovek, Tom B.
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Spin into me, my shimmering sun.
Beautiful. I love your comment below. Tis true indeed that you can touch another without ever using your hands. I love the way you worded that. You are a wise man you are.
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There is a way to touch another without ever using your hands. When you do you make a difference in their lives. Perhaps this is what drives artistic creation. We want to be more than heard. We want to touch others and move them so much that they never forget the moment we, through our art, entered their world.
Not that this piece does that
Thanks for finding it beautiful. I try to make each piece complete. This has been a delightful conversation. Love, Tom B.
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this was a wonderful expression of love ....beautiful in fact....you are a true artost...peace and harmony...shzoosy
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You have written a masterpiece, my friend! This is most incredible and I enjoyed reading your poem! I will have to read more!
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"Halve it once again,
arc upon arc, until, it comes apart and we are
two inter linked. Our vibrant spirit sings, as you
are me and I am you."
--these lines are gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous, except... the phrase, 'as you are me and i am you' is just really choppng next to the previous few, and while the meaning suits the piece, i think it would benefit to think of a more...hm. fluid? way of saying the same thing?
"yet, my seed swims your salty sea,
your ripened ova waits, a paradise full of siren’s song
for the first waving sailor to climb into you."
--wow. again, stunning. there's such a beauty to intimacy when placed in the eyes of a poet, no? sex is a celebration of how and why we live. its a reenactment of our own births.
"As these energies interplay, we will create
our meaning and learn the reason for centered love.
“We” creates its own topography. Humans
create stories to echo the discovery of the other."
-- i couldnt agree more...
"How silly we are, to believe that breasts
penises, vaginas create love."
-- while i dissagree with a previous comment saying this was 'too graphic', i just have a dig with it cause penis and vagina arnt terrible poetic words, and it comes as a shock. which, perhaps you intended.
"Pour yourself across me, in promise, fecund with child,
bold and courageous -- I will fit to you."
-- wow. this is so beautiful...
wow. alright. overall your syntax was incredible...the imagery astounding, but above all i loved the insight and connections to -life- in this piece. sex isn't ever just sex; not some primitive, carnal act, and you portrayed this beautifully.
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it's an ironic image to use as a metaphor for love...a turkish puzzle ring:
"The origin of the puzzle ring is a puzzle unto itself. There are many tales of Arabic chieftains giving the rings to their wives to ensure fidelity. The stories go that they would not tell the ladies how to assemble them and so, if the lady decided to be unfaithful, she would have to take the ring off -it would fall apart, and not knowing how to reassemble it, her deed would be discovered by the husband."
www.pics.com/~bsimons/sinop/puzzle.htm
...and yet you fuse it, the piecing of it back together a labour of love..it's like an atonement for all the past warped views of love held by frail humanity
"This nested puzzle ring completes itself,
answering its own question. Sometimes a man
is just a man and a woman is just a woman.
I, just, don’t recall the last time this was true." these words reverberate...why is it not as simple as that? it is as simple as that! the two bodies becoming one, an intricate puzzle with a shape as simple as a circle....
"the energy of love is Joy"....it is...with a capital letter...you have a way of finding absolute truths and embedding them in your dense poetry....gifts we hoard
and the end....a cry of victory!
fecund indeed
as always, most deserving of applause
~tryst
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another masterpiece!!!! keep it up!
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Wow! I really loved this. I like it because it was original, interesting, really well written as well. This poem is definately one to inspire a poet to conquer up their muse and write a poem, although it will never be as comparable to this amazing piece of art. You did such an excellent job!
Take Care,
x PatientGrace x
Jasmine
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This was really refreshing to read. I enjoyed this. It was also very nice to read something great after a grueling track and field practice. You're a brilliant writer. Keep up the work. I know you will.
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Hello Tom, and welcome to my contest.
In the material concept of life we are busy in the matter of sexual gratification, as if we were in the lower, animal stage. A little elevated from this status of sense gratification, one engages in mental speculation for the purpose of getting out of the material clutches. A little elevated from this speculative status, when one is intelligent enough, one tries to find out the supreme cause of all causes, within and without. And when one is factually on the plane of spiritual understanding, surpassing the stages of sense, mind, and intelligence, one is situated on the transcendental plane. The chanting of the sensual mantra is directly enacted from this spiritual platform, and thus this sound vibration surpasses all lower strata of consciousness—namely sensual, mental, and intellectual...
This piece is certainly different from most of my other entries. I do like the way you have set this out and how the flow never loses a beat. I'm not too sure about 'breasts
penises, vaginas..' For me, this is basically too graphic
and takes away from the wonderful spirituality of the rest
of the piece. These words don't quite fit here.
Apart from that, your poem is a very pleasing read.
Good luck and thank you for entering. ~ criss
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I like how the whole poem has a nice steayd flow to it and doesn't seem forced anywhere. You described love in a way that it should be for everyone and hopefulyl one day everyone wil have it. Great job!
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the prologue and first stanza led nicely into the last stanza ( the one I enjoyed the most)for there-in lies the answer to whole love. It is not until we are satiated with all around us , scents , sounds , touch,taste etc...that we become whole as one , thereby being able to give and recieve that wholeness , and open up completely to love, sharing the entirety of what we have become through all that is around us. Then it is that sex is so much more than sex...it does become tantric encompassing the entire Universe in us and with us
Best wishes in this contest...I have not read any others yet , but you do have my vote if I go strictly on the word Tantra
xoxo
reenie
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beautiful
Awesome and deep, I found this read to be true, yet it pulled me into the poem, and uniquely embraced my outer body, sending an kiss to my soul, but I must admit, all those part come in handy, at the right time. I enjoyed the read, Write ON! ennovy -
This is good. I like the idea of love that this poem gives. It's how it should be, I think.
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Loved this... you have done another masterpiece my sweet tom!! Well penned... very well penned indeed!
Love and hugz,
Mel
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the last stanza was especially good, though i did enjoy the entire poem! good luck in the contest!
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very good
I would have to say you are absolutley right. Sex is good do not get me wrong I love it, but thats what not loves you its the person who loves you and he or she that you love back. Its about sharing and comprmising and honesty and careing and much more. I love your write keep this good stuff coming. Kikidee6971 -
very well done. and i like your pinecones.
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