axis tilt a whirl
as fault lines crack
and shiver
antipodes sears skin black
ozone gapes blisters smack
it's the melanoma boogey
under a scorching sun
or how about
club med Tahiti
c'est magnifique non mes amis?
compliments of the house...
s'il vous plait
a shot on the rocks of
muroroa nuclear cough
moratorium qu'est-ce que c'est?
rainbows explode into the sea
Mafart et Prieur...oui? oui?
can you hear the aperture
open and close and close
and not open sea sea
buried with the warrior
under nouvelle zealandes
harbour city
atrocity after atrocity
blowing up rainbows
blowing up atolls
blowing up souls
blowing up life
blasting off
tearing atmospheric silk
at it's fragile seams
at the brutal hands
of closed minded men
with megalomaniacal dreams.

J.C. 1st Sept 2019.

rain beats steady
on nights drum
feeding the rhythmic
thrum thrum thrum
infects dull vistas
with marcasite shine
thundered light
keeps metered time
marking
rumbled hallmarks
of sub tropical clime
as sleep eludes
may
the pen be fed
in solitude
sleepy eyes
sleepy head
chasing sleep
until
rains lullaby
soothes little meep.

J.C. "little meep" 08/09/2019 4.44am

gratitude

I'm thankful for all the love
you showed me
for all the time
you took to teach me
tolerance
patience
kindness
how to love
how to live
how to laugh
when things get tough
I'm thankful
it was you
I called mother
not any other
could've loved me
more than you
I'm thankful
to have had you in my life
as long as I did
even though
I still miss you every day
in so many ways

You lit up any room
with your beauty
with your presence
with the light
that shone from you

Your arms
were the best place to be
you  knew
just how to communicate
love with a hug

your words
gifted on lilting voice
knew how to bring the calm
inner light chased away harms

this world
is a little bit duller
without you in it
but the skies
have gained a star
shining just a little brighter
than the rest

I'm grateful for you
Mum.

© J.C. 27/08/2019.

gratitude #2

gratitude
an adjustment
of attitude
does not denote
lassitude
or even servitude

thankfulness
over
wankfulness
appreciation
doesn't mean
supplication
subjugation
or
capitulation

A little tolerance
is a lovely thing
A little kindness
over boxing in the ring

being human
regardless of numen
just us humans
being
humane

compassionate
kind
benignant
over
ignorant
m­e me me me
single minded
******* in ego
binded
and so
blinded

sometimes
we need reminded
to be gentle
not necessarily
sentimental
just clement
all...

A little tolerance
is a beautiful thing.

© J.C. 28/08/2019.

The rain is broken
it no longer works
no longer lulls me a bye
to sleep
it beats out a new rhythm
one that has me tossing
turning
not sleeping
instead
it beats your name out
to me
relentlessly
reminding me
how I ache for you
as if I'd forget
you are in me now
living in me
in my breaths
in my heartbeats
inescapable
as the rain beats on
I hear you whisper my name

J.C. honey-tiger 22/08/2019. 5.55am

rest slips
sleeps
loosely tied nots
the chasm yawns
as slumber lost
its easy to
forgive
what we forgot
the brain debrides
a sleepless rot
seeps in quiet
at first
then like a riot
logic process bursts
a mind full food
sleep nourishes deep
mistress of mood
our sanity she keeps
night
after
night
spooled reels unroll
an endless thunder
amassing its tolls
in joyless wonder
I'm all rite I'm all write
lip maneuvers say
one more haunted night
feeds
one more daunted day.

J.C. baby-owly-owl 23/08/2019 5.05am.

3am once again
pushing out the crumpled corners
unfolding
the fabric of time
unfurling
its cold arms
then wrapping me
in its icy embrace
tightly
nightly
instinctively
I reach out for your sleeping form
seeking
hoping
to feel your arms instead
wrapping around me
tightly
warm
the empty sighs
of the empty side
of the bed moan back
the rain
hammers on outside
assaulting my windows
making the want deeper
feeding the ache
in my *****
the need to feel you
filling me up
with your body
with your love
3am
once again.

© J.C. honey-tiger 21/08/2019. 3.33am.

so much to say
too much to do
much ado
bout what to do
sleeps veil has fallen
from my eyes
it's getting very old
she sighs she sighs
a tale retold too many times
a tale claiming
too many rhymes
spit it up, spit it all out
drag it out quiet
or let it spill loud shout
I'd stuff it back in
if it'd behave and stay
just to quiet the din
but it must have its say
steady rhythm of rain
beating on down
the soundtrack to pain
instead of the drown
tock tick tick tock
of the backwards clock
as time hurtles back
on a helter skelter lock
journey there is fast
but the bide there is slow
locked in vortex past
unable to make the gears go
ephialtes holds me static
no matter how fierce I fight
illusions found erratic
suspirium for dawns light
it's ok it's ok
I'm alright I'm alright.

J.C. baby-owly 15/08/2019 3.40am.

to unbind the climes
and unchain the rhymes
it's the only way
to engage and play
squash time and space
so bindings erase
I'm painting out the sea
pulling you close to me
10699 is a bit of a stretch
even for this love struck wretch
calling out to the aether
dissolve terra firma beneath her
meld land into seas
bring my true love to me
let me run to your arms
the only thing that calms
my tempestuous dreams
is you my love it seems
so dissolve it the breadth
and width of it the depth
disappear all the hullabaloo
mirage the kalamazoo
the magnetic pull is pain
if not in your arms again.

© J.C. baby-owly 15/08.2019. 4.20am

Alms outstretched
palms upwards open
a stop in the minds traffic
for the downtrodden
lives lived in the graphic
for the broken
needs forgotten
squashed unheard or unspoken
the hustle bustle of city life
clip clop of Clergerie heels
striding past others in strife
too busy to regard how another feels
jostle juggle of business days
oblivious to the penury rife
busy days in play our outlays
forgetful battles mindful
minefields and mindfields
filled by self possessions
amid lost expressions
of unfilled needs
of those on their knees
curled up at home warm
toasty warm by the fire
dissolving thoughts melting
for those out in cold streets dire
stretched out like a pusycat
well fed limbs intact relaxed
the lines grow longer outside
as shelters max capacity taxed
winters shivers chilled to bones
our lives moving forward on track
bitter cold bites the ache honed
for others homes are on their back
its easy to become complacent soft
choose not to cast down our glances
but keeping our coiffed heads aloft
fate may see you taking your chances
stripped of your luxurious lifes jewels
consider others as you'd want to be
perhaps should be good life rules
how would I like it if he she was me

© J.C. honey-tiger 16/08/2019.

I once was something
that I am not now
too much shock
to the system
caused a retreating
away from the world
into myself

A solitudinarian
while my systems
shut down
preparing to reboot

a cocooning occurred
followed by
metamorphosis
then transformation
reordering of
damaged cells
damaged goods
a regeneration
following
the assasination
of my juvenescense
by his malefic mind

6 years
living in the jar
hermetically sealed
spinning silken threads
around myself
tears hardening the shell
impenetrable
invisible
making myself small quiet
wanting to be unwanted
looking to be unnoticed
retired from a life not yet begun
necessity for survival
dictated the state of play
all the while thinking feeling
questioning
then throwing away
all my mislaid assumptions
my mantra

* I want to be happy
a happy life
I will not let him have it
my life is mine
my joy is mine
my freedom is mine
he has taken enough
I am taking happiness back *

an unremarkable day
the day I woke up
revivified
able again to draw a full breath
without flinching
without waiting
for his reaction
I ran in the park barefoot
I swam in the ocean
laying on the beach after
toes in the warm sand
the sun drying me
free
a child again renewed

J.C. honey-tiger 16/08/2019. 4.44am.

I am pulled to you
like air
when underwater
I want to say your name
over and over and over
it is beauty
to me
here
I will keep it
in my heart
on repeat
in the beats
two barreled
like your name
my heartbeats
echo
it
again
again
and again

* * 

the love I feel
for you
the vibration
of you
resonates
deeply within
our currents
flowing
particularly charged
producing
warm
enveloping
light

 * *

say my name
over and over and over
keep it in your heart
on repeat
in the beats
this love
replete.

J.C. honey-tiger 17/08/2019 4.44am.

softly spoken
he and me
gentle
kind
always our
vibrations aligned
in smooth
rythym
we
syncopate
to each others
peaks
and
f
  a
     l
       l
         s
a binding occurs
smoothened
signalling
on rippled water
from pebbles dropped
moonlight dances
on repeat
repeat
shimmery light
in perfect oscillation
undulating
with varifocal
denotation

* * * *

nebulae burst
high above
as if
to celebrate
this love
a coupling made
binary
orbiting stars
he is to me
my magnetar

~~~~~~~

as for fresh pastures
lush new beginnings
blade upon blade
from fertile seed
lays a soft green
pathway
to true loves garden
where hearts are freed
past well trod paddocks
across faraway seas
where love lays waiting
on her gentle knees

* * * *

©J.C. tiger-baby 11/08/2019 4.44am

Of artists blocks
and charcoal pencils
lines drawn
blackened white
with hearts the stencil
gouache pastels
in dusted hues
smudged by
whetted thumbs
from moistened lips
colours gently bruised
with fingertips
stroked by brushes
firm tipped certain
outside the frame
of loves drawn curtain
softly washed
in watercolour fade
the painter plays
loves serenade
emboldened strokes
in oils dramatic
his canvas laden
replete
climactic

J.C. honey- tiger 09/08/2019.

Infinite tiny kisses
and how
my heart misses
a beat for you
all the tenderness
that you do
moves me deep
so many sweet things
in the love you bring
how you sing
me to sleep
then watch over me
with loving song
and wake me
gently
when my dreams go wrong
the break in your voice
for my pains of past
the depth of your love
how my heart does rejoice
these feelings for you
are more than vast
thought I'd known
true love in the past
all pales that came before
until you opened
loves true door
this rare connection
we share as one
aligned to perfection
its depth profound
all my defences undone
as emotions abound
you are the ocean
to my earth
the air
to my flame
I ache inside
I burn
I live
for when next
you call out my name


J.C. honey-tiger 09/08/2019 3.33am.

I used to hitchhike
the length of this fair land
not much older than a lass
striving to understand
be a bad ***
work out my past
holding out my hand
hoping the wind
the sun
the rain
might erase the scars
release
the pain
many passing cars
from the far north bush
to deep south mountains
icy glaciers
to bush bowl fountains
trying to restitch
parts of me torn
uplift my spirit
leave behind child forlorn
guess I read
too much Kerouac
as a lass
hitting the long roads
with not much more
than my napsack
my pen
my notebook
pastels
artists paper
headstrong
willful
searching for
the next caper
I used to hitchhike
it was safer back then
if rules followed
listen to your gut
spent six hot weeks
in a one room hut
the mighty Hokianga
working the land by light
then writing through dark
by way of kerosene light
bathing naked in the river
in the dusky early morns
escaping
randy bulls
the sting of his horns
I used to hitchhike
not much older than a lass
learning life's lessons
through mother nature's
materclass

J.C. honey-owl 07/08/2019

This is not really finished but I had to stop for a bit, or it risked becoming too long...so much more to add..

I can no longer see
people dead or dying
even a good
dramatisation
has me crying
humanity
I can no longer watch
babies being born
without the feeling
of being torn
wondering
are you destined
to become another statistic
in a world unwell
a world getting sicker
humanity
I can no longer love
spring flowers
blooming in the dead
of winter
as damage done
causes the seasons
to shift crack splinter
humanity
I can no longer
feel anything
but sympathy
for my friends 10699 miles away
whose 'leader'
lacks any kind of empathy
is driven by megolamania
kleptocracy
and insanity
humanity

J.C. honey-tiger 05/08/2019.

take me -
fervent
your voice
breathe me in
- I need you -
growled quietly
against my skin
causing
vellus erectile
the fever to begin
tongues tip tease
dragged on belly skin
lengthy peregrination
until caresses appease
aching yet never wanting
these sensations to abate
to reach the culmination
be settled and satiated
inner storms begin
as fault lines shiver
then start to crack
each kiss you deliver
tongue untied tripping
the light fantastic
slowly down my back
cumulonimbus burst
pulse thunders in my head
those fault line breaths
feed the rumble
and shake of our bed
tremors begin
amid the toss and tumble
the gentle earthquake
starts
raising shiver to shudder
tremble quiver & shake
twin beating hearts
as the world dissolves
breaking down my walls
brick by brick
my honey
gives such visceral
real love - baby
this no simulacrum trick
climactic colours fulminate
kaleidoscopic
behind my eyes
when you draw out
deep ******* sighs.

J.C. honey-baby 02/08/2019

My baby builds robots
his clever gentle hands
my honey writes me poems
his lovely strong hands
my love is a designer
his mind the way it sings
applying creative logic
to make such complex things,
his hands they fascinate me
with their deft versatility
his mind it seduces me
with his warm emotionality
my baby is solutions
mixing to solidify
equations becomes clear to
solve all my x, my z's, my why's
in so doing he frees
my hitherto hidden crys & sighs
my honey bee works numbers
with beautiful brain agility
he makes me crave to play
with him
a game of love geometry
manipulating the angles
from my shoulders
to my ankles
oh how I do crave
my sweet loves forgiveness
makes me want to misbehave
it is our love at play, silly fun games
just like our many many
lovey dovey sappy names
more than all his positive qualities
my darlings communication
is the most attractive to me
with loving openness
with sweet caring honesty
it preserves our solid unity
I love this man so deeply,
I love him so true to infinity
it's shaken my foundations
rocked me to my core
illuminated clearly
what has been mistaken
as love now long foresaken
clearly was not love before.

J.C. baby-baby 01/08/2019. 11.11am.

Then

it was most
elusuve a chimera,
hidden and veiled
a reluctant host
by machine enigma
loves suggestive ghost

Now

your anima blended
with my feminine psyche
masculinity lended
a pairing possibly unlikely
delta apex merging
waters of life surging
unity of life how it frees
and what love gives
whilst on her knees
harmonic blends
flowers stretch then bend
soft dappled morning
when night into day
sleepily yawning
draws me in near
pulling me
into your stratosphere
breath on my shoulder
awakens my desire
encourages you bolder
ignites our fire
here in this moment
all sadness forgotten
you now loves proponent
loves filaments spun
like silken cotton
sheets over us and undone
prismatic lights dance
behind my eyes
as you blend and unbend
my lovers sighs.


J.C. baby-owl 01/08/2019.

I am not my house
though my efforts
my love
made it a home
my children are not
a reflection or extension of me
yet I am their mother
and with love I have tried
to guide them
gently
I am not my possessions
my career
nor my successes
yet they reflect
an intrinsic part
of my nature
I am not defined
by the loves I have known
but I strive to live my life
with love
with kindness
with gentle care
I am not natures beauty
I see all around me
but a small piece of her
lives inside me
I am not the hurt child
or the abhorrent things
that stole my childhood
yet through that pain and loss
I learnt the meaning
of strength
of resilience
of letting go
letting go
of hurt ego
I am not what is seen
through my lovers eyes
nor what he feels
through his touch
though he teaches me
that I am worthy of love
I am not a wife(success?)
I am not a divorcée (failure?)
I am not the broken bones
at my husbands hands
or the wires in my jaw
to put it back together
Or defined by two gold bands
I am not an orphan
though I have no parents
I am my own mother
I am my own daughter
I am my own sister
I am not all the wonderful
people I am lucky to have met
yet
they all gave to me
a part of themselves
to carry with me forever

I am not the words that I write
the images I capture
In the open/close
of the aperture.

I am not
the love I have known
the pain I have endured
the horrors I survived
the billions of laughs I have had
the rivers of tears I have wept
the endless hours I have slept
the endless hours I have chased sleep
or the dreams I have dreamt
not the sheer joy I have felt
or the deep grief for lost loved ones
I am a conglomerate
of all of my experiences in life
good bad happy sad
I am not static
I an fluid
I am changing
with each new
transformative experience
I am a work in progress

J.C. honey-tiger 28/07/2019

One loving fingertip
after one loving fingertip
softly and firmly
through touch
on my skin
you rip
through horrors
lived nightly
relived visions
unsightly
feeding back the light
with loving spoonfuls
of you
softened voice in my ear
tearing through
the fear
words dripped
off your tongue
pull me back
from when I was young
when the dark road tripped
peace rendered
unclipped
now tenderly tendered
fingers and lips
undoes the backward
slips
revealed a piece
of myself
until then hidden
on a deep dusted shelf
at the back of my mind
I thought no one would
find
historically
would cause me to run, flee
this exposure
of privately held me
ironically
with you
it's the opposite
I want to do
magnet pulls
inevitable
to you.

J.C. honey-owl 30/07/2019.

Transformed
through light
gifted in darkest night
elevated
by love
given by a heart
dusted with
diaphonous
sparkled light
saturated
crystaliine fed
on glistened skin
elemental joy
the end of despair
the beginning of
lightness of air
and all that it means
to be with you.

J.C. baby-owl 01/08/2019.

Bad habit

the moment
you first sprinkled stardust
in my hair
tenderly
caressed my cheek
the husky morning light
throwing faint shadows
bed sheets scattered
hearts caught
by surprise
then shattered
into shimmering bright
as pre dawn
had me forlorn
lost in your
sweat
my tears
kissed away
your tongues mixology
feeding back to me
my tears and my ***
breeding blending
alchemical lust
the birth of
a bad habit
born out of
a good love
this little bird
stuck
in your gilded cage
would become
locked out by
your inner rage
as madness descended
four lives upended
passion
fighting the good fight
biting back against the strain
of this bad bad habit
loves first bloom
birds singing
before the sun rose
you tearing down
all my defences
raw desire
the fire the fire the fire
in your *****
becoming my ******
scribing incantations
secret spells
of love
of dreams
of wanting
with your ***
on my belly skin
glistening in the
early morning sun
when did the love
mutate to ownership
passion became obsession
your misbelief
my imagined transgressions
tearing the silk at its seams
then on your knees
begging to
redeem redeem redeem
too many heartbeats too late
the light snuffed out
stuffing the ****
in loves spout
sweet turned bitter now
just spit it all out
loves lamb slaughtered
throat cut and bleeding out
spitting my teeth on the floor
of our house built on 'love'
feeling my jaw crack splinter
under the strong hands
that once held me "safe'
'loved' me
wed me
then bled me
dry of all hope
love hanging
choked on the rope
kicking me
to pieces
and me
kicking this
bad bad habit

clean.


J.C. littlebird 03/07/2019

PRELUDE
_
[ I would engage but disengaged
enamoured masked fetid cage.
To sit spit splutter to cough it up
spit it all out
all over the pensive penners page
words turned ugly fugly loves pup ]
__

Alla allua all al alala allis all is
Well that blends the well,
Wait! Wait!
(bit nipply in here)
nope that's not quite it, try,
All is ill that bends will..ok
One more go,
All is well that ends well
Right?   rite!  write? ok, ok,
this has been happenin for days,
pen sieves    
spent    
spinning lines
All over the place

Whirling dervishes spinning
fine
lines crossing,
sparkling,
in my kind mind,
finds the bind,
blinds, then unbinds
Better yet     Get    in     behind
(Aussie shepherds call out)
Oh holy ****
dressed up like a duck
Ok..I got this, really I do,
let's seem to find a seam take two,
better yet...
mark it...scene set & action!

Bn California dreamin
stealin,
creamn,
little kittys pretty
Vannah & Clementine
their morning rituals feeding lines
a ***** pushing
faucet fed H20
odd observations
one kink 4 kitty cat
prefers to take her water right on tap
still my keys go  
tap   tap   tap
Queen Vannah aloof saunters to lap
to sit to think,
not counter fed drink,
she's way too cool for school,
what were we talking about?
it gets little hard to think
you standing naked
smiling
by the kitchen sink

Ahhhhh...love..the emotions spout,
refer crazy prior lines
fed by loves fire,
tossing feelings
up,
down,
in and out,
twist it,
turn it, up, down
shake it out

there is love of lovers,
there is love of mothers,
there is love of others,
sisters, cousins, friends, brothers
those kind of others
the cliché would say...
"It finds you when you stop seeking"
or,
"expect it when you least expect it"
usually historically my reply maybe,
yawn -
mass conditioning speaking

funny tho how things work out,
how someone says
"how you feeling"
transmutes transcends
to not ok...
then,
just flat out ascends
to big bursting clouds  
bountiful love reeling in,
from a kind word uttered
love
begins,
again

the hearts flower slowly opens
it's the hope
love carries upon it's soft
scented breeze,
it's the joy
love communicates
whilst on her knees,
and the tenderness
felt between them
she, he, the we,
in the squeeze

bunches of fist clutched sheets
bitten lips my heartbeat
thundering in my head
language of panted moans
native to our bed
fingers pressed
the the back of your head
your features lost
between my legs


ahhhh, yes, yes, yes!
loves steady heartbeat
the     thrum    thrum      thrum
wondrous beating
upon loves drum,
and how each new fresh
transformative experience
of love
transcends the past,
as again we relish,
the skipped beats
warm moistened seats,
the play the foray
a new wave way

as sweetly tendered lovely love,
delivers up finely sublime
all soaked delicious
steeped in rhyme,
that elusive now found,
brighter sunny day.
so, to end, what of love?
well,
Id say,
let it play,
oh all for lovely love,
let it play!

J.C. honey-tiger 02/07/2019

with honeyed lip
and fervent tip
into my mouth
my body
you dip
slip
slide
inside
all my senses
on override
breaking
me
down
pulling my tides
my *******
*****
wet
from your lips
my ***
wet
from your hips
and what they bring
making my body sing
breaking dawn
breaking into light
lucent
shimmering
burning bright
cheeks hotter
than the sun
you shine
you shine
you are mine
I am thine
you me
we
are
one.

J.C. honey-baby 02/07/2019

Sweet heart of mine
this is our zenith time
our halcyon days
filled with summer wines
from plump grapes on the vine
embraces most ardent
love taken under the sun
with you my lovely love

****** to Alcyone
your valored love
vanquished with great ease
all storms and high seas
lends peace to these our
passioned fields of adulation
no anchor to set ground
or landfall be found
for all else
but lovely loves love

my soft cheek I did press
to your devoted chest
you nuzzled at embonpoint breast
so tenderly at lovers rest
souls raised lofty on high
incandescent bodies in flight
made from pure golden light
lucent shimmering with bliss
we in union, none sweeter than this
you and I, my lovely love

I surrender, fervently I'm lost
in your deep eyes so intense
burnt amber depths of mercy
feed my soul no relent
bodies vibrant resonate as one
passional energy sparkling
runs through us with ardent intent
our love feels aeons old
never cold and none more bold
than this my lovely love

rolled tumbled tangled by waves
crashed and dashed under again
your body my beacon of shining light
renders me willingly tender your slave
unto you, my lovely love

For no peace can be made,
lest you set my body aflame
at passions peak call out my name,
all my wild fires beg to be tamed,
by you, my most lovely love.

at rest in lovers sweet embrace
body to body now interlaced
all my edged nerves now made still
drenched quenched by your elixir philtre
glistening sweet honeyed drops
dripped on hot skin sated all soft
is all that remains of our tenderest
afternoon filled with lovers delight
your head laid tender upon my breast
our eyes shining with loves light
my most lovely love.

J.C. honey-tiger 30/06/2019.

satellite skies (3 months of love)

satellite soaked skies
stars to unknowing eyes
crossed moonbeams
not quite as they seem
a mistaken cosmic sign
astral bodies do align
our bodies do align

starbursts on leavened tides
I see it as nebulae collide
star to star you + me
the colours my eyes do see
hues myriad your love gifts me

eyes closed sighs aflame alight
you're burning me up so bright
as nebulae collide this night
setting my skin on fire
untempered desire

you
you
you
my love
set all the stars to collide
love shine crystalline in your eyes

infinite fires burn in my heart
our love stands a universe apart
you loved me back from deep gloom
this love is no love in a vacuum

J.C. honey-baby 25/2019

Hummingbird hummingbird
you are so sweet
with wings kept at constant beat
tiny legs to weak to stand
80 beats per second is your command
In sonic rapidity you do entrance
all who see & hear this magical dance

J.C. honey- owl 01/06/2019

we transcend
space transmutes
time unbends
black shards
new found light
transforms
dull coal lines
to sparkled
marcasite
liquify the night
bursting
colours bright
we rearrange
time lines
slip the knot
as we redefine
follow the dot
to refine
realign
reunite in perfect time.

J.C. honey-tiger 25/06/2019, 3.05am.

Black raindrops splat splot
icy streaking window pane
hot tears my cheeks stain.


tock tick backwards clock
teeth bared the monsters do knock
pushing dawn tick tock

J.C. honey-owl 23/06/2019 - 4.34am.

Gloria Vanderbilt died today
princess Diana, was on the news
beautifully dead,
walking the dusty trails
of Angolan land mine fields,
without protection
of any shields.

"I cried the day that Bowie died"
(and the world cried with you)
we shed our tears
our sighs & why's,
when a famous one dies,
but what of the good human
who slips away
without any voices,
without any words,
to say?

The one who gave much more
than they could spare
passes away, shown no care
the loved yet forgotten,
once fine
the downtrodden.

The mother who sang lullabies
dried millions of tears,
hushed thousands of sighs
with warm embraces,
with loving care,
slips into the nothing,
exits an unaffected world.

The lover once lovely
dead in an alley a ditch,
too many hits,
too many scars,
unseen unfelt unmissed(sic)
by hundreds of
passing cars

Beauty rotting
cold blood clotting,
passersby passing by
unaware,
would they even care
that she was broken
long before dead,
by a world callous and cruel
undid her lovely head?

I understand fame,
I understand célèbre,
I understand shame,
I hang my head.

J.C. honey-baby 18/06/2019

It's the vibration of you
carrying love clear to see
the resonance of two
aligned, us, we, you + me

balance found
the surprising delight of
newly trod fertile ground
the ways we relate
openly communicate
unbinds joy limitless,
and so it abounds

the warmth of your belly skin
against my cheek laid dear
tender caresses do begin
with your warmest embraces
as you draw me in closer, near

breath carried tiny kisses
infinite in number
bringing too
a newly found peace
I am content and renewed
curled in your arms to slumber

emotional landscapes
painted in hues of affection
open hearts open minds
receptive & kind
no need of deflection

or even protection
safe, warm, happy at peace
to discover this sweeter love
and  true loves release.

J.C. honey-tiger 15/06/2019.

M.I.C.H.A.E.L.

Michael, how your name feels leaving my lips
Michael, the way you love me like honey drips
Michael, how you say my name when passions high
Michael, the way you feel so right no need for why's
Michael, how my heart sings when you are near
Michael, the way you care for me so tender dear
Michael, how my pulse quickens for your touch
Michael, the way I love you, knowing you love me just as much.
Michael, how I need you in my life forever more
Michael, the way you, my one and only, I do adore.

J.C. Honey-tiger 14/06/2019.

It's one of those days
in no good way I'm shaking
from deep in my core
I'm shaking
been yelled at hissed at
It's one of those days
in no good way I'm weeping
from deep in my core
I'm weeping
been spat on shat on
it's one of those days
too much to do too undone to do it
got rained on nay hailed on
beaten up by nature man and
the universe
It's one of those days
told I write ****** verse
many expletives used to curse
Ok I give up
roll in the hearse
it's one of those days
I get it I'm a *******
for human consumption not fit
so pass me over on me spit
it's one of those days.
toss me aside I'm just anti matter
a toying thing emotions scatter
while you're there put the boot in too
It's one of those days
make me oil at your service
go on, go ahead I deserve it
for daring to breathe to even think it
for opening up then believing
it's one of those days.

J.C. honey-tiger 13/06/2019.

From ******* sweet tips
and curve of hip
milky thighs and sighs
of feminine mystique

Its the inner sighs, smiles
and why's,
the mothers touch
that heals so much
the loving reach,
across the breech,
soothes woes of man
she is Woman.

J.C. 09/03/2019

worlds of difference made in our whirlwind days
the most lovely way that you say all that you say,
lends life, lifts my heart in most marvelous new ways
when you are gone even for the smallest of time,
the ache descends and with it unbends all my rhymes,
so I breathe for that next moment so sweet and so true,
when once more I am able to be with you...
I could go on and on and on and then on some more,
how this new thing has touched me, how I do so adore,
but mostly my dearest, your dearest dear true heart
moving me so deeply, my dear I know not where to start
your words, your voice, gifted upon your soft generous lips,
all these my lovely, do more than unchain my hips,
draw me in to you, make me the moth to your flame,
fill me with longing for that thrill that one more time
when once again, you sweetly whisper my name...

J. C. honey-baby ...undated.

I want to bury my face in the musk of your lovely fuzzy belly
I need you to chart my body guided
by your map of kisses
I want your lovers caress's and how
they turn my legs to jelly
I need to hear your fervered breath feel the beat my heart missses

I want to breathe your scent feel your passion as it does rise
I need to show you my flower bloom see how you bid my colours unfold
I want you to plot your kisses course make landfall between my thighs
I need you to feel my ardour burning hot never cold

I want to feel our bodies connect as one burning like bright ash
I need to touch every inch of you
press my skin upon your skin
I want to give you 50 strokes
delivered by my lovers lash
I need you to lock eyes with mine my love, bodies entwined let's begin.


J.C. "honey-tiger" 07/06/2019.

I am a seeker for the light
fighting to flee this blackened night
filled with dreams of nights gone by
tossing me restless, my heart a sigh
in these dreams
your beautiful hands are my slaughter
pulling, holding me under the water
my breath is ebbing fading fast
is this it, sweet release is it here at last?
battlefields play out in my sleep
you want me here, my soul to keep
with you here under the black rushing water
where you took your life in my name..
my eternal torture
drove your beloved Holden off the peak
of the Gorge into the wild Buller River
your body unfound for more than 40 weeks, all hope slowly did wither
at the ripe old age of 23, you chose
to take your life because of me
or so the note said, unrequited love
love not received yet given
but I DID love you, how could I know
you were so broken
by horrors endured, which remained unspoken
if you'd let me see your injured child
I could have helped, been gentle, more mild
but you knew who I was then, young, hungry
free spirited - wild,
isn't that the 'me' you fell for after all?
then surrounded yourself with a ten foot wall.
I never betrayed you, never dallied or strayed
maybe you'd have trusted more
if you had stayed.
It's all ancient history now, but you still haunt my dreams
I wake up in cold sweat, body shaking,
stifled screams.
Fighting my way back up through the
black water
fleeing your beautiful hands,
my eternal torture

J.C... undated.

Honest sweet intuition
feel no dark
in her good mind
grow more silent
to listen with my tear
is warm comfort.

J.C. honey-tiger  01/06/2019

with passing peers
faster pass the years
and shifting gears
not so smoothly run
in moonlights bathe
our sunset days
too soon over after just begun

J.C. honey-owl 05/06/2019