Around the maypole as a child
My body did fly so free and wild
As feet found purchase on ground
Then flung in the air around & around

Reminding me of the ancient rites
garlended maypoles quite the sight
fertility dances and rites of hot fire
a hope of fruited land and men to sire

not to be confused with August Spies
empassioned speech saw 300,000 rise
across the seas fighting for other rights
of workers labourers fair workers plight

but of Celtic marking of the May day
of flower garlands, music all at play
I remembered these tales but a few
as around the school maypole my body flew.

J.C. honey-owl 04/05/2019.

Dreaming...

Blackest skies are blackened blue
drfiing starless I'm dreaming you
aether carried to your warmer side
touching breathing on the astral ride
inhaling you my body now becomes yours
envelope me guiding my nightfed course
pulls me into you drawn by magnetic force
undeniable pointless to try to deny
forever locked two now one cannot defy
no desire to refute or even to delay
to make you mine to draw you into lay
your head upon my sweet tender breast
now sealed in space, time, cosmos, lest
we waste a moment spent in this bliss
my succour now fed by you, only your kiss
no other could now exist for me just you
my heart you have my love sweet and true.

J.C.  

Thick fog has settled deep in the still night
pea soup has snuffed out every star bright
brought a deep moistened chill to nights air
reclused limbs from view no sight to bear
legs missing feet and arms missing hands
stretched out then lost like misty quicksand

it moves me it stirs me but then most do now
since you brought love to me I don't know how
to sleep to eat even just to breathe in and out
to make my limbs to move me here and about
disable basic function but enable me to fly high
as my heart soars above thick fog passing all by
yes a thick fog descended as my heart ascends
feel the wet air brush blind fingers as I transcend
mundane and earthly constricts dreaming you
pulling wishing willing drawing in my love true
to be near you is my freedom my sunnier day
no peace for my heart my body until we do lay
be so close our breaths to merge bodies touch
my darling my honey-bee I love you so much.

J.C. honey-owl 04/05/2019 6.46am.

"Day 7, thread will end"
take it from she who knows, about
"how long is a piece of string",
Of trust broken under golden rings,
and of damp dirt floor
Some threads never end.
my child still lives back in time
tied desires dreams fractured
rightly, by visions sick, unsightly,
and back back hurtling back
she goes nightly
to tickr-tickr-tickr-tickr
projector unspills spools
pooled once more
on that damp dirt earth floor
ungodly film flickers on screen
as mentioned unpealed screams
and love lies bleeding
in the corner horned beast seething
teeth sharp gleaming
Her sick belly feeling for the *****
tied her desires to him, weep, weep,
with twisted blade sunk deep,
purchase gained there's no more sleep
Hush hush now baby don't you cry,
he will polish your screams
he will bleed you dry
So hush hush dry your tears
unbind your sighs and fears
Monster dances in a leap to the left,
he has more for you to see
before you can be free,
it's one more for the road, then home to bed.
Did I mention before, I'm long time dead.

J.C. "little meep" 25/04/2019.

Is sweetest summer on the wane
Surely tis too soon
Morning runs taken in cooling air
find cicada rhythms slowing down,
this running rhythm running my life,
my cicada, my cicada, my cicada,
constant in summer air through morn,
noon, or sultry lovers nights, never ready to trade you down for winters
antiseptic silent days,
no beats to my inner drum
runs taken relished now
in fading summers sun.
Ti kōuka palms out in full flower
a sight against blue skies
their heady scent olfactory delight
wafts on as I power by
'she's' running again & headed 'home'
to her beloved Maungakiekie
mourns summers imminent end
as all its beauty's she does name,
with feet a'fire and hair aflame,
in passing summers sun.

J.C. "little meep" 26/03/2019

You waited too long
its light dimmed from
brightest star in our night skies
to falling star burning too bright
right before it dies

You waited too long
the breath i held for only you
ran out of oxygen
burned out in a vaccum then
withered away to cold blue

You waited too long
the spell is now broken apart
yet manacled fetttered strong
your soul to my beaten heart
quiet lingers not for long

You waited too long
my colours ache to seek the free
all these tergiverstates a mess
as you flicker quiver wink blink me
come again behold me undress

You waited too long
my fired passion fades to grey
your velleity extinguished potent fire
our love with no locus left for play
embered draff detritus of our desire

You waited to long
so its dried wither on the vine
finds me persuasible no more
faltered failed to make you mine
I feign sublime and close our door.

J.C. "littlebird"  18/03/2019

Painted mornings rainy skies
fat droplets hit window pane
not eye, breath vapors sing
deep our lustful sighs

Stretch the playful nights
foray into this darkened
morns replays
fresh coffee grinding fills
the air, music loud to lift
our cares

the paint set hard under your
nails, a myriad of colour that
never fails
to fascinate my hungered eye
as you unfold my lovers sighs

the hands that cast such beauty
set in time
now find me open unveil
my rhymes
a comfort taken in cooler climes

the rain beats on our lovers drum
it casts a rhythm sets to hum
a frame to enfold us where
we lay
this darker rainy Auckland day

linseed oil blown on sleepy smile
just still,
no call repose to wile
a rainy morning spent in bed
you paint my canvas pink on red.

J.C. "littlebird" 06/04/2019.

With fickle Freddy Frosts first showing
and the rising of ******* and
limbs fine tactile hairs, laguna,
filaments of sensation *****
quivering and striving
stretching toward a now absent warmth,

she always did have her sunny side showing, bare legs tucked under her
buttocks, leaning back on her hands
under that big Totara tree, face tilting
skyward and sandals kicked aside,

searching out her brighter sunny day
even now, with leaves falling down
the autumnal mix of ambers
Loamy greens and wooded browns
the earth cool and damp underfoot
her naked legs, arms defiant, barely crying for freedom!

Shivered morn's and eve's descend quickly
winters first indicators bringing
a refusal to employ blankets
hope tightly clinging to summers
silk sheets from Portugal,
feather light, soft as air,
just how she likes her thread count
high and expensive, sumptous,
(her pedantic obsession with fine linens)
totally ineffectual as calefactor,
so, she shivers on stubborn as ever,
Stay summer! Stay!

Even her loyal steadfast cicadas
have fallen silent now, summers last guard fallen to shortened days
and longer lonelier cool nights,
it is now she starts to miss a warm body
companionship, a worthy bedfellow
one who will not protest her cold toes
vicious advances on their warmer flesh

The sacrifice well worth the reward
of her warmest, ardent affections
tender embraces and softly spoken
murmurings of love and passion,
her full surrender to your body
with hers, she gives good, good love,
both body and mined soul deep too.

The countdown to clocks pushed onwards
pulls a wustful sigh from blueish lips
she is underdressed, flimsy chiffon
on a day made for heavier cloths
persists with summer daydreaming
of warm strong hands restoring her joy
under cold nights cloaked bed covers,
hot stolen kisses from a winter lover.

J.C. "littlebird" 05/04/2019.