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today i picked up a shell
shell . brilliant perfect . an infant shell
i thought to put it my pocket
put it in a small pool among some rocks instead

little fishes came to take a look
under mermaids (ผระอภัยมณี) gaze. it seemed to come alive
fishes darted to one side
a smiling face peeked out at me

(Aao Phai Koh Samet Thailand 2007 วนที 5 ธันวาฅม วัมเฉลิม พระชนพรรษา)

-william stablein

life left to die
die for life
Immortal . Here

magic quilt
for a swaddling
omens . immpermant

worlds . above . below Sing
spirits ring in babies ears
molecular . architectonic

skulls remain
dogs dig deep
Immpermant , Over There

time for some things . . AH

(reflecting near Miller knox Regional Shoreline Park near Richmond California 1997)

running for ball . good time
rolling away
slipped face down . good Time

learning culture . good Time
Columbia . 42nd street library
Overwhelmed by the ancients . good Time

Dancing with Onn . good Time
feel of closeness
soft cotton . good Time

jumping for life . good Time
dribble . confuse
faded away Swish . good Time

dreaming dog friend . good Time
reminds me of a Tibetan protector
Lady . wolf lusted for hen next door . good Time

Targeting the sight . good Time
white out . ugh
I was the sight . good Time

ancient syllables . good Time
emerging leafs of palms
orders of things arised . good Time

calm heart . good Time
sinking into nondiscursive space
afterglow . good Time

hormones with love . good Time
tooth pick and dime for barter
AH . . AH . . good Time

thinking Space
born again
now . . AH . . AH and . . AH

AH . . AH and AH

way of thinking

(a friend asked me how I think while driving around near Hilo Hawaii 2004)

if thinking right . on some right
thinking straight . to some straight
around thought . any dimension
deep thought . at least as deep as the sea
creative thought . Zen action thought
building thought . connecting imaginary dots
birthing images . not having anything or nothing

then not thinking . in the hustle bustle
about any series . that eats self or blows up
moving ratiocinations . tending to fade away
melody and image . more sticky
ineffable entities . missed by cyclotrons
regrouping in deep space and silence . must give it name
weaving disappearing contexts . no name

threading no thinking . makes deities and ghosts
pausing lingering stopping breath . fills empties cavities
thoughts feelings wiggling connections . starve for craving
images escape . empowering cycles of life
like snowflakes . melt with the touch
the clock ticks . mice run the tick dock tickety dock
murmurings capture space . threads appear

to be continued of course.

STILL

(waiting for love in phitsanulok. 2001 พ . ส.2003)

Still . the mountain
looming
round the walk
calming the hair

mothers love . still
demanding love
mothers wrath
leaking affect

Still . eyes
hanging in all directions
no choice . under gaze
following the followed

Still . dog
fabricating nothing
smells blood . chi
basking in the sand

Lady . Still
playing cards
her dream
spreads

Still . blue sky
climbing heavens stairway
rumbling earth .
suspended . Still very Still

The Poetry of William Stablein

Refugee
come to me
stride the ocean-side
come be free
rejoice in thee
over hills
in valley creeks
springs a leak
eastward bound
desert storm
lizard ground
sand and stone
touch and feel
not a sound
on love
lands…

Ben Youngblood 1992

Water Dance

Dance with me darling
With angels from heaven
Step with me into paradise
And gaze upon the skies
And ocean of deep blue
Running through the sand
Down to the beach side
To the clean, clear water
Holding onto each other
Tightly, so to never stray
From each others side
Dancing and splashing
In ocean waters

Ben Youngblood 1998

Mi Amor

Clouds over my head
You make it sunshine
over my lonely bed
Like a glass of red fine wine
that warms my lips and tongue
I cherish you, my darling
like a favorite love song
I will place the eternal ring
when we meet again
It has been so long
since I have gazed
upon your face
I long for the day
to be dazed
of you

Ben Youngblood

My love

My love
eyes of black pearls
the spirit of an angel
your the sweetest girl
that I want to feel
your smiles of peace
put me to to ease

My love
let me in
love again
until the end
say it’s so
let’s go down
the winding road
and grow

my dear
my heart is near

Ben Youngblood 1998

Love Poems by Benny Youngblood