A
Gift
To
The Beautiful
Ms.
Lauren Newman
Given
With Humble Thanks and Praise
By
Her Poet and Her Friend
Kevin
Boyle
Manayunk
1991
Nobody ever Said "Get Me a Poet Quick"
Get me a poet, quick,
Ere there are
no more songs
Ere hymns and psalms are gone
And God leaves us alone.
Get me a poet, go on,
Make the call, sound
the gong
Among mankind find one
Tongued with light like the sun,
And soon, ere our fool world
Forget the beautiful
word,
And truth should have no herald
And love must surge unheard
In The Beginning
She who gave me this now sleeps
In
the keep of morning dreams
From scene to scene she leaps
Thru worlds where truth but seems--
And the truth is what it seems.
I who received this now mean
To tell her how I feel
So
when she wakes she can glean
Some depth not even dreams
reveal--
The truth is my love is real.
We
have journeyed days and nights
Neath many beautiful skies
And shall wander more truth's lights
Til we part, and happiness cries
The truth is love never dies.
I Dropped
The Moon Into Her Dreams
The pink moon slither slunk
Slowly into unseen
scenes,
Yet it stays with her, she drunk
On beautiful dreams.
As secrets of the blue
Are revealed in degrees,
The
mysteries of truth
Shade faintly all she sees.
Moon, let her wake flooded
With hints of intuitions,
Color my beloved
With the lights of hidden suns.
Is A Fool
Who Learns A Lesson, A Fool?
I just had a thought of her full pink lips
Smiling,
and the echoes of her dimples
Beneath her cheeks, where
once her tears did slip
Because I had gone away.
The simple
Is the true. Consciousness complicates things.
Let me never do such a thing again--
Better the rare and blessed joy we sing
Than insidiousness suffering and pain.
So should I have similarly foolish thoughts
Let me remember before I act.
The face that mirrors that sweet heart,
And as fair as she is let me be fair
To the truth. The simple truth
is I love her
And I am only when love and I
are tied together.
An Hour Before Dawn
The morning rim is pink,
Night leaves whitening blue
Adorning air I drink
Is dangling, glistening
dew
No more to too much think
No more
to doubt, but do
For who would seek the link
Between beauty and the true
Astonished I, I blink
Every moment is new
Day comes, gray shadows sink
In the sunlight
I find you
Lament Of The Elbows
She is gone and I am so lonely
Here without her now that I must go
Be lonely now without her in a crowd.
May pain's sound be not too loud, and though
My eye be sharp let me not criticize
Someone who fails to realize some truth
Or other, may I make him my brother
Or
be kind to her as I would my lover.
Let me converse with
an aged man
Loring the glory of former days.
Let me hear the stories and the lays
Of Americans, and may beauty's faceless shape
Grace the scene's periphery, sublime, and bold.
And Lord, grant me an end
seat at the bar
That I might rest my elbows as they hold
The arms that hold the hands that hold
My head when I remember why I'm there.
A Spinozan American Rose
She is woman of a calmer God
Woman
of another love, love higher
Than love that is only the
primal throb
For she is subsumed in the flesh's white
fire
Yet makes her passion sublime, like Apollo
She
looks like one of Aphrodite's line
For in her radiant
smiles beauty shows
Itself, and in her eyes does deep
love glow
But she is of the race of Christ, I find,
The Jews, who of heavenly affairs do know
O she is woman
of a calmer God
One elegant, delicate, and mature
One manifold, bountiful, bold, and pure
And if you must address her God, her Lord,
In Word, call not her God God, but Nature
Self-Loathing
Am I a fool?
I
am fighting with a beautiful woman.
Pride
I am no fool.
I
just made love with beauty.
Upon Learning That We Will Not
Live Together Next Year
Dear God have mercy on my soul
When it comes
out of the comfortable walls
Which hold it now.
Mind my soul, my Lord,
When it goes into
worlds where it must be
Alone amid the terror of thy
open beauty
As in a quiet clearing aside a mountain of trees
Or under vast black night's countless showering stars
Or by sensuous swirling ceaselessly sounding seas
Splashing the still ecstatic light over time's yellow shores
For soon, my Lord, she and
my soul part
And twas she who taught my soul to breathe
And twas she who gave my soul to beat
And twas she who bade my soul to start
And let me make my venture into beauty
Knowing you, thru experience, deep inside my heart
Still
Wet Life, Out Of Curiosity
Demonstrably orange range of echos,
Large by visible heavenly standards
And soaring
Though I have caught the moon still
And
felt the explosion of beauty
That recalls the past and future
And she was by my side kissing
With her tongue
Waiting
For the answer.
And I made answer: The sway.
We
danced the circular dance, the foray--
And moonlight
lit our light soiree
All the blessed, corporeal way.
Blue is the wet
white spring night
Blue
like day
And rising and risen are the truths.
If ever a moment comes to a man
O
if e'er, this one did.
All the suffering I have wandered
And
all I will has been redeemed.
She and the moon shall
leave and be unseen
But the memory will stay, a seed
Inside a wooden casing.
Justified Pride
Go now be happy
Aware of what you did to me.
When alone laugh aloud
Remembering what you did to me.
Be
proud as a tree
Knowing you made me a man.
And I will go humbly grateful
To you eternally,
Never forgetting the beautiful
Thing you did to me.
You
taught me love, wonderful
Woman you made me man.
We Have Simmered Into Night
We have simmered into night
And
the blue light is what we have left
The dark blue essence
of the flame of God
O though the trees breath various
greens
And the clouds and the city pulse white
Although oncidia sit yellow in a shade
And deep red sweetheart roses wither into death
And you and I made love inside gray dusk
We have simmered into night
And the blue
light is what we have left
The dark blue essence of the
flame of God
When words and eyes reminded us everything was blue
Beautiful, bountiful, clutching, touching blue
And you and I endured sublime ecstatic truth
And
discovered the color of dolor
And discovered the color
of love
And uncovered it and lived in it
Naked in the air of every room
Then it was and is, I say, the timeless
time
You and I were by heavenly skies suffused
And in the rhyme of hue knew everything as blue
I'll Be Back--Still Wet Life, #2
I'll be back in another
lifetime
And there will be a moist, white breeze accompanying
me,
And it will make us shiver and quiver as in rhyme
As it caresses our fleshes, like a tongue
And there
will be a wide, brown river
Graced by verdant trees and
lime
And the sky will throb like God
And your face will glow in the night, Egyptian, round, sublime,
And there will be no such thing as strife
And I will
gaze at the caverns of your eyes and realize
We had been
here before in another life,
And all eternity is simply
a return.
A Motorcycle Ride
White, white lightning swords pierced the blue flesh of the sky,
And the sky rumbled, a little, and cried
As we made our way beside the windy river
Venturing a treacherous journey--
Would we live or
Die, I thought betimes, and with
each wonder I laughed
Recognizing all is controlled by
fate
And we can only go on our instincts, and let
Great Nature take care of the rest.
My stomach grasped
The round intuition that every
moment is
Also a metaphor for life. Danger's
shrill thrill
Swirled electric thru my surging blood,
twirling with the bliss
Of being in the clutch of beauty.
By
God's will
The terror and the joy dared take a higher
form
As we turned home to love, the storm within the
storm.
Hours On The Sand
Beclouded, sea winded
Sensuous, holy night
The moon appeareth
pinked
Shrouds shear the sky faint white
O we are hovering
Low in the air of God
There is no covering
Over love's piercing throb
Therefore let us keep turn
Like the moon through orange
To
yellow: Let heat burn
Our entire hour's
range--
Red moons shall show again
And the
sea shall sound always--
Let Me Remember Long As I Live
Come cold December when loneliness is
And I
am wandering the dark and wet
Halls of my mind, seeking
some hidden bliss,
Let me find behind some stone parapet
This orange summer moon I cannot see
It has
succumbed to roaming clouds now, but she
An hour ago
tapped my head from her lap
And pointed it out, wrapped
in the bright clap
Of lightning above the black screaming
sea
Foaming at the mouth, white eternity
I will pick it up, rest it in my hands,
Rub it like
a magical crystal ball
And summon the scene, the hour
on the sands
When my lover held my dreamy head, and
The ocean bathed my contented soul
At Ocean's Edge Beguiled
The loud, wild sea riled by
a low, orange moon
whose light always followed me,
Venus going slowly,
brightly behind me--
'Ah, Venus—'
And her silent silhouette
against nightfall
The most beautiful thing of all.
Thought
(Life turns so sad a thing
Conscious
of great, gray death
Strife burns so maddening
Noxious comes each gay breath
O we can but endure
This beauty we are of
The brevity of love
Roams seething, blunt,
and pure
God get me to green woods
Or to the
white lit sea
Goddess be who sees moods
Whore to eternity)
Sometimes
I Don't Like When You're Gone
Now this emptiness is,
Like all these insipid
forms of nothingness,
Filled with the nausea of sordid
consciousness.
Yet this pulsing void has so much more inside of it
Than any other element of nothingness,
Because
this is love, this,
And I experience the absence of her presence
And it overflows, horrible sense, like vomit
Into
night's abyss.
She is gone, I am sick
And
left alone to fight the black dogs of despair
With an
ink filled stick which does naught but bleed my care.
Upon
Learning That I Am Going To France
O, a face so sad just should not be
Yet
it is, and it could only be
Because it carries so much
beauty
And only sword-silver love
Could cause such misery.
But O no, such sorrow, such woe
Should not from such sweet pink lips glow!
Yet it does, for some soon morrow
It will kiss the heavy lips
Of a lover
who must go.
Lo, love's long sword is blunt and sharp
And each turn burns our fragile hearts.
Yet
upon my words, woman, hark:
Light would not be light
If the dark were not the dark.
So praise
the hours we laid together.
Days and nights once played,
play forever
And they will lead us onward, to gather
More rare stones and moments
To share later with each other.
You
Love and Truth
Come together in
your animal thighs:
No dark doubts, no lies,
Only shadowed light on golden flesh
And a mystery
threshed by my possessed
And raging eyes
With a sense of the bittersweetest secret
Of the stir towards which they rise.
Tongues,
Tongues, Tongues
First she kissed and licked me,
Then a shower,
then the wind:
Tongues upon my body
A Goddess rules the pain.
Love breathes wish, wickedly,
And the power roams within:
Tongues upon my body
A
God unfurls again.
Words we miss sicken me
For
our hour wisks a whim:
Tongues upon my body
Upon her touch, life changed.
I Have Roamed The Answer In The Night
I tilt my head to watch the turning morn
And perk my ears to hear the chirping birds
And white summer day, like all time, comes born
Upon
the air of soaring wings, another world--
Here is where love breathes its subtle breath
And where its moist stir rolls, where its wild loins
Rise like blossomed trees piercing the blue skies' breadth
As the fire tipped swords on which all Gods have sworn--
No, I shall never
ask the insipid question
For I have roamed the answer
in the night
And now, new dawn, joy's svelte omnipresence,
And I am gone, blessed with kisses of light--
In The End
How can I give shape to what is boundless as my Love?
I would give edge to savage, amorphous, infinite God?
Ha! I give but a hint, a sentiment of what I'm of,
A fraction of the most beautiful moment human heart has ever trod.
When years
hence you come upon this fragment of a blissful year,
This
already aged, fragile remnant of a distant year,
Let
one white tear fall at what my words bid you to recall of days of old,
And drop one more for all that's lost, all that slipt thru, into Lethe's hold.
O full moon!
Tonight
you hold the faces of lovers kissing
Goodbye.
O full moon!
Now the perfectly
circular culmination
Of a beautiful celebration,
and I cry.
O full moon!
I swear by you my love for Lauren will live
Beyond the hour you die.
Cover, Royal Paulonia
Paper, Hosho
Font,
Prose Antique
Get Me A
Poet, Quick,
Printed By
Permission Of Joy Nancy Newman
All Others By Permission
Of
Lauren Elizabeth Newman
2nd Edition2 ©Full
Court Press
Philadelphia, Bo Changson, 1991
Avec Privilege de Dieu
