Poems by Louise Moriarty 2017

Poet Louise Moriarty photoLOUISE MORIARTY is a Traveller, Adventurer of the heart, Poet, Fool, storyteller of the new cosmology. An impossible dreamer! In her travels and experiences she has given herself the joyous job of writing a poem for every person in the world. She recognised that when your heart song is acknowledged, you feel seen for who you are, you have the courage to follow your truths and know you bring it just by being here.
Master of Social Ecology, Social worker, Circus trainer and performer, community cultural development worker; Louise delights in weaving pathways for the child within to have full expression. Giving us permission to play into what truly brings our senses alive. Using her bardic form of storytelling to sing the song lines of your soul, this modern day minstrel, makes poetry live through the everyday life of the hero and legend in all of us. www.everydaymiraclesandwonder.com

What of this world
her heart made green
envy for those who could cope
the madness surrounded
though a small light always shone
her hope never drowned in the cup
of self sedation
she feared for loosing all feeling
and yet her feelings sent her reeling
withdrawing into the darkness
shadows rested on
all hope almost gone
and yet she was revived
most certainly alive
the cup half full
she would summon up her will

I said do you want a poem
She looked at me I was unknown
I give this gift to open your heart
How do you know where to start
Writing you is my blessing you see
It sets both you and I free

I sit still to hear your breath
Honouring your presence
Such a fragile gift
For surely one day you will depart
and I don’t want that day to come without knowing your heart

Another day of wondering
exploring and pondering

I take the time to listen deep
Let mystery unfold in my sleep

Evoke the life I wish to become
Treat others as honoured perfect ones

of all the wonders surrounding our hearts
of which we are a sacred part

Seeing the diamond that is lying inside
Revealing the spirit that just cannot hide
Exposing Utopia that brings peace to all
Rising us up when we believe in the fall
Aligning faith with our possibilities
Seeking the love that will set us all free

Her hands were covered with the red liquid of life
The sacrifice successful
Life will continue as death reclaims
Crops had been scarce but the prayers and well wishes constant
Gratitude heralded
She heard his voice
Although the high priestess was supposedly blind to the earthly realms
His scent
His touch
She must keep her mind on the ritual
until it was time to choose
He would serve her as she served the Goddess
Her gift for all that was her burden

X marks the spot on the treasure map
We seek continually to be on point spiritually
We endeavour to have the qualities that will in this life set humankind free

The line is between
holding yourself in the shame of guilt
for the sins committed again
chained to your own pain
Disappointed you repeated them troubled a friend

It is a target
an arrow for cupids bow
So that others can experience all the love we know
So we can be the person we would like to be
Experience forgiveness and set love free

Without the wind
I would not hear the sound of my name on my lovers breath
Without the air that moves all of us
the kites wouldn’t fly in the sky
Leaves wouldn’t fall
in the exhale of autumns call
and nothing would blow the clouds past the sun
We wouldn’t have as much fun knowing that change is ever present
as the wind blows
our Spirit knows
that memories grow
as to death we flow

Suburban recreation
a campsite full of dreamers
Shaping tribally their love
Deeper than it seems

Games played with abandon
All in fully committed
The secret right before you
Surprises revealed

Cardamon a flavour bomb
that wafts through chai tea
puts the flavour in pastries
is a halo over the market place
the young girls grind with haste
From the right amount
you can tell which cook was about
and yes the peeling of the seeds
is sensual indeed
it fulfils some scrumptious need
like a loafer roaming over your skin
or pheromones that get right in
like a lover you remember from before
to a dreamscape world it opens the door
oh dear cardamon of christmas cake
marry me to your memories for goodness sake

it holds all it needs
new varieties it breeds
from the ground to it nourishment leads
Hidden within are flowers and fruit
It multiplies strength in its roots
produces tiny little shoots
It a miracle of rain and sun
When you plant it
your gardens just begun
and it only takes one

Full Moon
Tunes feelings in
Emotions in motion
Such powerful shadow potion
Arise

Gray hair
Grows very fast
Under colours that should sustain
a youthful halo round my brain
re die

Constant
Technology
supposedly we would be free
to be

As his fingers rise
I see a knowing in his eyes
In the shadows words surprise
and we expose the lies

https://youtu.be/is-dkQFNtHk

{To be read out loud}

An unexpected change that keeps coming
should at once be expected

The second season of passionfruit after unseasonal rain
Was a delight but a little insane
Then when the rivers rose
Higher than anybody in history would have proposed
We wondered if life as we knew it would continue to grow

Out of the mud sparked days without thunder and lightning
all together unusual in this neck of the woods at this time

Then in one day like a southern state
wind came, sun came,
what they now call storm cells with rain came
and again the other kind of rain,
to which we have forgotten the name,
came
and then autumn leaves fell
and spring shoots bloomed more passionfruit flowers
All of this in one days hours

How many seasons a day will our Gods allow?

Was this seeded
this new weather that the almanac could not predict?
Is this some controlling
corporate agriculturalists trick?
Are we totally being punished for our lack of respect?
Is there something we can do for our earth to protect?

These changes in the seasons
so many in each day
they prompt us to be more aware
but with our radar maps we play
we experience the touch of rain
by watching colours on tv again
and if we dance we fear a cold
we compare all of life to us growing old

This moment such a special wonder
Or an omen forthcoming of humanity going under

All costs are measured against commodities properties
stuff and index’s that don’t protect natures humble matrix

and we apart
a witness too
or just the heart of what we choose to do

I have pushed love away
ran to find it somewhere on another day
I have fought with its care
uncertain of whether I could trust it to share
Now I see its only me
Uncertain of my own certainty
As I take time to nurture my own loving kind
I find a peace of mind
that lets me unwind in my own time
What I dream to do is what I am doing each day anew
and with self love I am free to love others as well as me

All of our ways of seeing what is there
are clouded by our perceptual bias
We are all liars
of sorts
As we sort through the stories that fit our world views
We only take on complimentary information if it feels true
We see what we believe and we layer a reality over
Its rare for us to turn over a new utopian clover

Our history is written in the lines of concrete
on which the ancestors dragged their weary feet
We hold on to the trauma the psychic wounds
For some reason we won’t let go of them too soon

Each new perception permission or wonder
is coloured by the emotions of lines running under
Until we unravel express and reveal
all of the layers of each thing we feel

Sequins and satins, a tear in her eyes
the ghost of a starlet who never got to fly
shrouded in stain glass
a fear of critique
Never able to release
her essential inner freak

Reflections of velvet
that comfort and caress
woodgrain perfume shrieks of humiliation repressed
nurtured by being embedded in the ever changing team
of artists who trust that they can express more than what they seem

Behind windows lives were lived
Sounds evoked the moments of extreme emotions
Laughter alighted and lifted out the window like a bunch of balloons
Grief wailed like the loss that we imagine we couldn’t bear
Violence erupted interrupting others peace
Confusion ruffled the curtains too nervous to peak out
Breathing in unison made the sunset blush as it reached its crescendo
and the children sang unawares splashing in the puddles below

As a plane descends vortex’s of turbulence sound and announce the unnatural breeze
Passionfruit and pumpkin sway and snake through the bamboo
yellow flowers exploding like stars
Nature wishes to recreate the rainforest that was
marjoram roams the garden and storytelling beans are sprayed by the juice of berries from a fairies mouth
each niche filled fevently with growth
The water dragon greats me a sentinel
dragon flys hover above the orange and green orb spiders webs
old turtle hides in the garden from the rising floodwaters
I dig new lettuce and basil herbs of hope and healing against the outsides concrete fetish that is rushing water under the foundations of our home
All we need is given yet we grieve the destruction of property
That I could be as generous and bountiful, gracious as my nature
I shake free of social norms strip down in the rain and touch earth feel the roots of the trees under me
Sometime it scares me that I am free

She turns and I with her
Moving forward towards reunion
We share tides
inside
where they hide
Her intuition I feel when I am tuning in
Mastering crafts
for a laugh
We try and capture moments like *dandelion wishes*
Provoke mysteries
with our ideas
Sometimes the humour of the mark of the game misses
Biorhythms swell
I know them well
yet no matter how I explore to tame
Can never predict where they go when I ride them again
As the dimensions unfold
some mundane
some bold
Body feels it’s growing old
Will I grow wise ?
in my own eyes
My how time flies
trust life give it another try