love poems | love poetry

Native American Prose
When your heart issues that call to pilgrimage and you answer and go to a place with great natural energy and power, you receive cellular level stimulation, awakening. Entering with a child-like sense of awe, heart wide open, in reverence and prayer opens the door. This is really a pilgrimage to your own heart– an act of great love and courage to just be with you. You don’t necessarily get a technicolor movie spelling out your big vision, but you become more tuned in, more receptive in your day to day basis life.You listen more to your heart’s yearning and each new bold step out opens more doors of creative experession taking you places you never would have imagined. You gain confidence and a new fire that people will see in the new depths of your eyes. Going alone into wild nature is an ancient way of connecting with your own soul. Simply being alive and fully present in the moment opens a direct connection to all of Creation which shamans call a state of ecstatic union. If you can feel this even for a moment, it will change your life forever. In the seeming simplest ways is hidden profound wisdom. The gateway is within. The challenge for people living in modern cultures today is to clear the mind, let the static go, to move into a heart-centered place of deep connectedness to Source. Many older tribal forms of seeking vision involved physical suffering to free the supplicant to connect to spirit. But in today’s world most of us already are adept at leaving our body, living mostly in our heads. World-wide now, mysticism with nature as a doorway is calling people home of self.
- Native American Prose

Love Poems

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

William Stablein Phd | Published Author | Poet

Sun Drop

day light flicked from foam of sea
icons hued under a falling sun . Drop
buddha candles dripped into the sands at twilight
shadow dragons merged between sacred orchids (lilavadee)

perfumes gathered in the globules of space
Drop Drop . a blessed abstract configures the tide pool
i rest with mongrel dogs between a palm and squid vendor
roasting inkies . cooled by salt crystals of Siam spray . i am touched

rolling surf captures the ears of lovers
whispers are fanned by beach umbrella flaps
blink . a half moon bay comes fluorescently alive
stars recede a bit while city lights and shadows vie

couples silhouette over a tinged bluish red sand .
swimmers on black tire tubes lull under gaze and glare
beach ball momentarily suspends like a world instantly stopped
moon lost seemingly in a glaze of iridescent lamps . hearing songs of crickets

put put di put a . . squid boat propeller ripples with moonlight
tubes wobble wth the surf , swimmers hide from the bright street of dreams
Oh Well . I wonder if a telescope on Mars might see a passing jogger’s prints
light house yonder made for the squid hunters . cargo boats . Junks from distant ports

a squid boat captain centers in the half moon bay . . Blink
blink in the night . a rippling net of green casts around the hull
like lusty men melting in the flash of night inkies jettison to the green web
blink di blink . lights from the east west and walking streets. . the allure spreads

glow green light shine the matrix trap under hull
light the little inkies up in their final surging urge for life
a final embrace little morsels are you prepared for your next limbo . .
now Satisfy the world embracing its own neon green light destiny

squidies churn . testy farangs burst your globes in the neon bubble
thai girls chewing inkies feeling the sap dancing in an electric haze
munching dreaming changing sands , tiny flies feed on lovers bruised feet
comes to mind an old refrain. . “I Love To Spoon By The Light Of The Moon”

- William Stablein

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