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featured poet ~ Ainsley Allmark @DolphinDancer + #giveaway

(inter)National Poetry Month
April 2015
{ originally posted April 2012 }

featured poets
at my heart’s love songs

Ainsley Allmark

i’m still celebrating the fifth anniversary of  my heart’s love songs  and,  in April,  {inter}National Poetry Month.   i thought it would be fitting to rerun the 2012 featured poet series  which spotlights sixty of  the most creative,  talented,  brilliant  {really!}  poets of  our time.  i have been fortunate over the five years to meet this amazing group of  people through twitter and their blogs.  not only are they writers who excite and enchant and entrance their readers,  they are,  one and all,  nice people who are supportive of  everyone in our online poetry community.  the “age of  technology”  has,  in fact,  facilitated the spread of  the ARTS! ~  poetry,  photography,  art,  prose,  music…   i have friends i have yet to meet face-to-face from all around the world.  day or night,  you can visit their blogs and be transported to another time or place or frame of  mind with just a few clicks of  a mouse.  i find it thrilling!  and i believe you will find it equally thrilling to discover their words.  i will be putting up these posts throughout the month of  April  (and probably into May)  to reacquaint you with old friends and introduce you to new ones.

just click on the  “Read More”  links on each poem to be taken to a new tab or window to read the rest of  the poem on the author’s blog.  if  you enjoy what you read,  please leave a comment on their blog to let them know.  { you don’t have to say you saw them here. }  i am truly honored that these wonderful people agreed to be featured on my blog ~  my gratitude to them all.

and thank you for coming to the celebration ~  enjoy!

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featured poet:     Ainsley Allmark

Ainsley Allmark  { @DolphinDancer }  is an amazing writer of  prose and poetry, as well as a stunning photographer.  he lives on the western point of Cornwall in the United Kingdom ~ as he describes it,  he is  “living in a wonderful part of the world…  ‘twixt sea and magical circle on the moor…”   he is so prolific that he has multiple  “Dolphin”  blogs.  he tends toward short poetry forms,  but his longer poems are wonderful ~ especially the romantic ones.  in his own words,  Ainsley is  “a spiritual explorer, collector of random things.”

enjoy a small taste of  his talent  ~

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Camelia    by    Ainsley Allmark

Soft

petals…

Cam…..Read More


via   DolphinDancer’s twitpic photo stream

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Webs and Dreams    by   Ainsley Allmark

Spellcaster
Wove
A web of words
About our lives
To trap our dreams
So we could
Live th…..Read More


via   Dolphin Muse   which is my favorite of  all of  Ainsley’s blogs because it is where he posts his breathtaking love poems,  as well as other poetry and prose.

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Patiently   by   Ainsley Allmark

She heard my whisper

with bated b…..Read More

via  Dolphin Visions

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03:33   by   Ainsley Allmark

Time ~ three : thirty three

Blackbird si…..Read More

via  Dolphin Ainsley

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Perspective    by   Ainsley Allmark

Am I looking

Down

Or a…..Read More

via   dolphinmoon

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Tantalus    by   Ainsley Allmark

She stood
Tantalising
Vision of her beauty
Just out of reach
Tantalus
Taste of her nectar
Almost…
Within my lips
On my tongue

Night visions she conju…..Read More

via  Dolphin Muse

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Ainsley’s additional blogs:

Dolphin’s Muse  ~  poetry

DOLPHIN DANCER  ~ miscellaneous musings

DOLPHIN EXPLORER  ~ miscellaneous musings and photographs

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2012 featured poet series at my heart’s love songs

all copyright remains with the authors

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 have you entered the

BIG POETRY GIVEAWAY?

just click  HERE  to go to the giveaway post ~  you’ll get all of  the information about what books are being given away and how to enter.

thanks  for  joining  in!

dani

*the giveaway closes at midnight  (12:00am)  Pacific Standard Time USA on the night of  April 30/May 1,  2015.

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SPARK 16 by Ainsley Allmark and dani harris

SPARK 16

Ainsley Allmark

Blackbird

Inspiration piece

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blackbirds

by dani harris

Response
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sun low on the English horizon
silhouetted in a tree
blackbird calling to his Love

here i am,  my Love
waiting patiently
here i am,  my Love
please,  come to me

i hold my breath
to better hear his song
blackbird calling to his Love

here i am,  my Love
and here i will be
here i am,  my Love
until you come to me

i close my eyes…
hear a soft beating of  wings
blackbird calling to her Love

here i am,  my  Beloved
and here i will stay
by your side,  my Beloved
until my very last day

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complete
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by dani harris
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Inspiration piece
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not the light of the sun
nor the dark of the moon
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not the flicker of the stars
nor the tail of a comet
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not the tides of the sea
nor the petals of a flower
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nothing in all the galaxies
can compare to our love
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you are mine
i am yours
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we are complete
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SPARK 16

Ainsley Allmark

Love

Response piece

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this post is to mark the entry of  the collaboration between  Ainsley Allmark   and  i  into   SPARK 16.

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we hope you enjoyed reading this as much as we enjoyed writing and working with the photographs.

see Ainsley’s photographs and poetry at    Dolphin Muse,    Dolphin Visions,    Ainsley’s DolphinDancer twitpic photostream    or  click on any of  the Dolphin links at the bottom of  this page.

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see Ainsley and my entries into
SPARK 15   HERE   and   HERE
SPARK 14   HERE   and   HERE
SPARK 13   HERE   and   HERE
SPARK 12   HERE   and   HERE
SPARK 11   HERE   and   HERE

see my additional entries into
SPARK 10  HERE   and   HERE
SPARK 9    HERE   and   HERE

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originally posted  21 November 2012

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“Blackbird”    The Beatles

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··ร· wish ~ a duet ·ร··

dani:
what would you have me
do  for you if  any wish
i  could grant to you

Ainsley:
One touch,  your gentle
hand rested for a moment
on my heart,  with love

one touch,   from the hand
of a loving heart   …the touch
of  your beloved

A smile and a kiss
just to brush your fingertips
as they touch my heart

shivers down my spine
from the light touch of  your lips
on my  fingertips…

Fingertips follow
your wandering shivers   …down…
explore soft wonders

a gentle moan escapes
my lips…  my hand on your heart
feels it beat faster

My lips kiss your moan
taste it tenderly  …kissing
before it flies off

my lips meeting yours…
one kiss just the beginning
of  passion’s release

Looking deep within
eye speaks unto eye   …calling
come with me tonight

soul speaks unto soul…
coming together with  joy…
no longer alone

Lightly touching me
your hand strokes my heart again
granting ecstasy

two souls…   two hearts…   joined
in ecstasy    …in desire…
each   for the other

Passion smouldering
constantly glowing…   waiting
your words fan the spark

your words the spark    …fires
of  my desire ignited…
passion burns brighter

Heart enflamed – burn bright
body burns with your love’s touch
hold me in your arms…

already holding
you in my heart   …now holding
you close in my arms

Our lips are touching
wordless speech from our bodies
talk to each other

touch…   taste…   sight…   sound…   scent…
all of  our senses heightened
by  flames of  desire

Senses beyond five
allow me visions of  you
…I can see your Soul

the shells   …the bodies…
matter not ~ ’tis the souls whose
journeys continue

To Infinity
exploring our passions
we fly   …together

an amazing duet played by two people on one cello at the same time

Iva Casian Lakos and Eric Tinkerhess
play a traditional Macedonian love song  “Jovano, Jovanke”
adapted from an arrangement by Giovanni Sollima and Monika Leskovar

originally posted  18 February 2011

artwork ~   “Triomphe De L’Amour”   Salvador Dali
{ fair use }

“wish ~ a duet”  was my  first attempt at  a renga  {a collaborative linked poem comprised of  haikū/a duet with alternate haikū verses by two poets}  written by Ainsley Allmark  {  @DolphinDancer }  and myself.  Ainsley’s stunning photography,  poetry and prose can be found on a number of  blogs in addition to  “DOLPHIN MUSE”  ~  please click on any of  the  “Dolphin”  listings in the blogrolls at the bottom of  this page to see more of  his work.  we hope you enjoyed reading this duet as much as we enjoyed writing it.  { we wrote modern haikū ~ in the past our verses would have been considered senryū.  }

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∙ Ꮠ ∙ Ᏹ∙ imaginary friend ∙Ᏹ ∙ Ꮠ ∙

My mother kept my secret well.  No one but she and I ever knew about Mari.  My father was oblivious until I was six and,  sobbing hysterically,  I swore that I hadn’t taken his hunting knife and cut an X in my forehead ~ Mari  had done it accidentally.  He yelled at my mother all the way to the emergency room for not telling him years before about my  imaginary   friend.  My mother quieted him by saying most children had them,  and the best way to deal with the situation was to ignore it.  My father never mentioned Mari again.  She was furious and wouldn’t stop whining the next day “Why did your father keep saying I’m imaginary?  I’m real,  Anne!  I’m real!”  I  finally consoled her by saying that,  from now on,  I would let her sleep with me instead of  on the trundle bed.  {With the one condition that she would never cut my bangs again.}  By the time I was 11,  I got the irony of  my mother being a child psychologist when I saw her best-selling book  “The Magic of Reality”  in the front window of  our  my favorite bookstore.  Now I wonder if  I was ever anything more to her than a case study.

As I got older,  I began to want to have time to be alone.  Mari’s response to my request was always  “We’ll be together ’til the end.”  She’d shrug if  I would ask when  “the end”  might be.  I escaped into my own world by painting.  My mother said I was  “gifted”  and,  when I was 15,  she sent  us   me off  to the Académie in Paris,  one of the best schools of art,  painting and sculpture.  Mother arranged for us  me to stay in a large attic room.  Perfect for a studio as well as bedroom,  it had a multi-paned window covering the northern wall and extending up into the roof.  It was in an expensive women-only hostelry which my mother equated with supervised.  La Matrone was not only drunk on her arse most of  the time,  she was the one who supplied me with wine at every meal and an extra bottle every evening.  The wine did more for my painting than the school ever did.  I became known for haunting portraits of  a girl who seemed ready to jump off the canvas and into the room.  To men she was a Lolita;  to women,  a child who needed their protection.  No matter what her pose,  the background was always dried-blood red ~ the exact shade of  the wine I drank.

Then came the night it all seemed to fall apart.  Mari had been trying to reassure me that the painting was going well,  but I would have none of  it.  Screaming  “You don’t understand!”  I threw the half-full bottle of  wine into the corner of  the room,  then threw myself  down onto the mattress,  burying my face in the pillows.  I could hear her pick the bottle up off  the floor;  set it on the table.  She turned off  the lights and lay down next to me.  As she wrapped her arms around me tenderly,  she whispered  “Don’t worry,  Anne.  It will all come together in the morning.”  And with that,  we drifted off  to sleep.

The sky was a lovely clear blue when I awoke.  The studio was filled with a wonderful light.  I looked at the painting across the room and knew exactly what needed to be done.  Just a few strokes of  the brush completed it and I signed the bottom corner…..       Marianne

∙ Ꮠ ∙ Ᏹ ∙ Ꮠ ∙

too many years apart

souls merged again ~ coming home

no longer broken

∙ Ꮠ ∙ Ᏹ ∙ Ꮠ ∙

∙ Ᏹ ∙


“Me And My Imaginary Friend”   Colin Hay

originally posted 24 October 2011


this story was written in a true collaboration between Ainsley Allmark and myself.  you may have seen our previously posted  poetry duet  or partnerships in rounds 11 through 16 at SPARK.  i began the story then we exchanged emails with our ideas until we arrived at the above final version.  even some sentences were written in part by each of  us,  though full credit is due Ainsley for the haiku and the concept of  how to merge  the two characters at the end.  i have never worked with another writer this way before and it was a genuine pleasure.  { thank you for all you contributed,  Ainsley. }  you can find his stunning  poetry and photographs at any of  the Dolphin links in the blogrolls at the bottom of  the page.  three of  his most popular blogs are  Dolphin Ainsley,  Dolphin Muse  and  Dolphin Visions.

Haibun  (Japanese: 俳文 haikai writings) is a literary composition that combines prose and haikū.  The range of haibun is broad and includes,  but is not limited to,  the following forms of prose:  autobiography,  biography,  diary,  essay,  history,  prose poem,  short story and travel literature…..

A haibun may record a scene, or a special moment, in a highly descriptive and objective manner or may occupy a wholly fictional or dream-like space. The accompanying haikū may have a direct or subtle relationship with the prose and encompass or hint at the gist of what is recorded in the prose sections…..

Contemporary practice of haibun composition in English is evolving rapidly.  Generally,  a haibun consists of one or more paragraphs of prose written in a concise,  imagistic  haikai  style,  and one or more haiku…..Read More

i  also recommend reading the We Write Poems prompt post HERE as it contains excellent links about haibun.

image credit   goes to   Dave/swineandroses at deviantArt

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·•Ꮽ• Ꮗ •· my cactus flower ·• Ꮗ •Ꮾ•·

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has there ever been
a blossom…
a flower…
a bloom…
such as this?

exotic
exquisite
enticing
enchanting
…..ethereal

my sensuous cactus flower

i breathe in
the delicate scent
…intoxicating…
like wine
drunk too fast

eliciting
a primal urge
to seduce…
or succumb…
either will do

too fragile
to touch
except with
warm breath…
or tip of  tongue…
or ever-so-lightly
with fingertip

center
ready
to
explode
with
pollen…
seed…
passion!

my beautiful cactus flower

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absolutely stunning guitar playing!

“Passionflower”  Jon Gomm

i would like to thank  Ainsley Allmark for so generously allowing me the use of  his gorgeous photograph.   his poem posted on 22 November 2011 along with this photograph was a gogyohka ~

Dusted
he thought
I was
a
pollinator 

to see more of Ainsley’s stunning photographs and amazing poetry, please visit his blogs at  Dolphin Ainsley,   Dolphin MuseDolphin Visions,  and DolphinDancer’s twitpic photostream  or click on any of  the other  Dolphin listings in the blogrolls at the bottom of  this page.

click  HERE  to learn more about Schlumbergera  {cactus flowers}

originally posted  22 March 2012

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