My Verses

[Guyau]

I'll collect some of my poems here, beginning with this recent one.

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Still One

Only it, other it is.

Given it is and taken.

Other it is in token.

Spoken it is, other is.

Round itself sailing itself,

taking, making its token,

breath-sail flies and dies, broken.

Rounding ruin, round sails itself.

In, still one, out, rushing roar,

kill after kill, still is still.

Touch and word, still ever will.

One, still one. For say, sail, oar.

(July 2012, about existence, living existence,

and self-conscious existence among them)

[Guyau]

Solstice

Slightest rise the sun,

....sparkle on the pane.

Swiftest past the noon,

....solstice kiss again.

Widest way the day,

....singing green the realm.

Golden honey stay,

....solstice last the dream.

(Dec. 2008 / June 2009)

[Guyau]

Placement

Lush, sheenuous pluming-greens

....slip peeks

of the milk-limpid moon

....to him,

and delirious lofty fan-flares

....wreck quakes

of tensile steel-lance cries

....to him.

A stone stardop

....soft-sprays

a whiff-frail light,

....flushing his chest.

He sweeps touchless drift-shades,

....and flash-streaks

....a glancing crester,

....sailing breath-brimmed space,

....splitting, splash-sparkling

....on a wind-spilled pool

....of silver rock.

Fan-flares fly to open sky.

Swirl-leaves flow,

....flicker and toss,

....and whispers cease on fluffs of moss.

(c. 1968)

[Guyau]

Would Be

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Would be the rise to wonder,

. . . this click-shut night.

To those trains' risen rumbles,

. . . this silk tie tight.

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Would be to traction motor,

. . . copper, shellac.

To axles' bright ten-thousandths,

. . . castings in stack.

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Would be for tons two hundred,

. . . high cranes glide free.

To locomotive thunder,

. . . we who would be.

(Jan. 2013* *)

[Guyau]

His Day

Here on stone,

sound his days in waves,

lie his love in blooms,

these peonies his Junes.

There at far,

chime his time in hues,

mount his reds and blues,

cross this lake, his last grace.

Here on stone,

washed in waves of tears,

firmed for steps, no fears,

full blaze, my clockwork days.

(June 2013)

[Guyau]

Lifehold

No council, no say.

All earth turn, night trail day.

Unceasing sea tease land away

to watery deep stage lay,

dark for none.

Bit ties bit, string twists string,

winding time into spring.

Like by like, life-clock sets,

tracing past for future nets.

. . .

(Begun Aug. 2001; part of a larger work.)

[Guyau]

Less Any

Less it, less any,

none is, might, or must,

none least, most, or trust,

none now, there, or throw,

none born, breathe, or know.

Plenty

It is, it is so,

it of place, race, pace,

it of stay, way, day,

it of tight, sight, right,

it of be, me, we. (Aug. 2015)

[jim543]

Beautiful and thoughtful, delightful to read. I am moved by your verse.

[Guyau]

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Thank you, Jim. I'll set some into:

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[Guyau]

Resonance

No council, no say.

All earth turn, night trail day.

Unceasing sea tease land away

     to watery deep stage lay,

     dark, for none.

 

Bit ties bit, string twists string,

     winding time into spring.

Like by like, life-clock sets,

     tracing past for future nets.

 

Lights slip, waters slip

     slight chambers live-green

     for green, for green.

Green-thrive, alive,

     earth stake, break, take;

     place in own pace,

     own bound, own round.

Light-full green-sleep,

     keep in watchless waves

     of green live, green gone,

     dreamless.

 

Lush, sheenuous pluming-greens

    slip peeks

of the milk-limpid moon

    to him,

and delirious lofty fan-flares

    wreck quakes

of tensile steel-lance cries

    to him.

 

A stone stardop

    soft-sprays

a whiff-frail light,

    flushing his chest.

 

He sweeps touchless drift-shades,

    and flash-streaks

    a glancing crester,

    sailing breath-brimmed space,

    splitting, splash-sparkling

    on a wind-spilled pool

    of silver rock.

 

Fan-flares fly to open sky.

Swirl-leaves flow,

    flicker and toss,

    and whispers cease on fluffs of moss.

 

“There she of look and say to here of please,

     of raise to view, to set for things to reach,

     to touch, to move each thing round here of please,

     to move here through there to things each of each,

     to look all round to there of she of please.

 

“Here say by she say, only by she with me.

  Say no I of things but by please to things.

  Say no I of things but always with she.

  Say no I of things but from here to things.

  Say things ever with she by sea of be.

 

“Less it, less any,

  none is, might, or must,

  none least, most, or trust,

  none now, there, or throw,

  none born, breathe, or know.

 

“It is, it is so,

  it of place, race, pace,

  it of stay, way, day,

  it of tight, sight, right,

  it of be, me, we.

 

“Only it, other it is.

  Given it is and taken.

  Other it is in token.

  Spoken it is, other is.

 

“Round itself sailing itself,

     taking, making its token,

     breath-sail flies and dies, broken.

  Rounding ruin, round sails itself.

 

“In, still one, out, rushing roar,

     kill after kill, still is still.

  Touch and word, still ever will.

  One, still one. For say, sail, oar.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Guyau]

 

 

One more thing~

[Guyau]

 

Dream to Sleep

[Guyau]

 

Matters

[Guyau]

 

That It Had Been

[Michael Stuart Kelly]

On 10/27/2020 at 7:52 PM, Guyau said:

One more thing~

Stephen,

You should do more video. It deepened the experience of your words.

It gave them a soft-hued tone that was not in my mind when I have read your poems.

Your gentle delivery whispers vulnerable resolve without qualification. Memory and longing...

It creates its own subtext in between the lines like an environment for the words to move around in.

I like it.

Michael

[Guyau]

 

Is Love

The Song

[Guyau]

 

Reading 11/3/20 - "That It Had Been"

[Guyau]

 

Oops! I goofed up the links to audio that were in a blog. But here is another way, via Facebook, to the "One more thing . . ." (which is the poem "Placement"), as well as "Dream to Sleep."

Placement

Dream to Sleep

[Guyau]

 

This link to The Song has surrounding status of the new philosophy to be unveiled, likely this summer.

[Guyau]

 

In the Gathers of the World

At that link, click on "View previous 21 Comments"

"Yes" (and a song I made of it written on staff, weakly sung here)

[Guyau]

 

Line

[Guyau]

 

Our friend singing the song I made from my poem YES.

[Michael Stuart Kelly]

Stephen,

That's pretty. Once it grows up and gets an accompaniment (I hear a tremolo string orchestra at first blush, maybe with a harp, and a woodwind or two giving decorative melodic touches to the main melody), it will be really nice to listen to.

I have a composition suggestion. As it stands, you use the same melodic phrase 4 times in a row. Note that for the listener, you have a clear pattern set after the third time. So I suggest you start the 4rth like the others, but take it to a different place melodically. This not only gives a variation on pattern that the brain loves, it will set up the last part of the song which goes to a different place.

(Classical composers often did this, but with longer musical passages and taking it off into a different direction on the first repeat. This was called a "counter-statement" back when I studied musical composition.)

But you decide.

Just a suggestion...

 

Michael

[Guyau]

 

Island

Orbits back, fifty-one,

marching, tuned true upon that shore,

pulling through, through that cooling water

under that breezing blazing blue.

 

Sun-burning young lovers,

stepping those dunes, under desire,

baring on high sands, only we

under that sky, beside that sea.  

[Guyau]

 

After all

the you or me and we

are stop, still, done, away:

all rush the world old play,

their rise, breathe, love their be,

their arms, words, eyes hold dawn,

race noon, bold burn their turn:

all rush the world old play,

their rise, breathe, love their be.