The Panther

November 9th, 2008 by Celeste

Another poem from my friend, the Christian mystic –

Whore VIII: The Panther

I

“Ooooo,,, Don’t you just love that panther head?” sighed the tourist.
I look on the wall where the beaded head hung.
The jaguar could have just walked in from the Mexican jungle outside.
I’ve been that panther, inside my lover, passing my passion.
“Oh, honey,” I thought, “you need me bad.”

II

“Relax,” said my whore. “You’re tense when you come.
Your wife ever tell you… Continue reading


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Breaking open

October 16th, 2008 by Celeste

Peaches in the summer,
Apples in the fall,
If I can’t have you all the time
Then I’ll have none at all.

Gillian Welch, folk singer. Though the song is probably older – soldier’s joy (which was morphine, in the civil war)

I notice that I have just finished the last of the fresh peaches I bought when crossing the mountains a couple of weeks ago. The trees continue to turn.

Yesterday, on my way through… Continue reading


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Blaze of gold

October 8th, 2008 by Celeste

My heart is ripped open these days. I am all too aware of my own mortality, of my limits – that which I can not do and those things I will never do. My life is only one. It is not unlimited.

I am aware of the color of the leaves turning this month. Their first blushes of gold and red, how one branch will start before the others, one tree… Continue reading


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poetry from the hayloft

September 27th, 2008 by Celeste

This is from my friend who shared the hayloft with me those ages ago. (entry of 1-28-08)

The Kiss

When my lips touch yours
I am taken to a place that is so utterly unspeakable
Filled with the beauty of knowing that I have touched the Divine
And have been touched in return

My heart opens to new levels that it has never known
A blank canvas, unlimited potential
Uncharted territory, new horizons
With a… Continue reading


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Menopause Haiku

September 16th, 2008 by Celeste

My, but I have been remiss in writing. Have been writing on other projects, big ones that take much creative effort.

However -  perhaps I can make up for it with this haiku from my girlfriend - I found it today, tucked away in my papers, from a few months back. Makes me grin all over.

Menopause Haiku

I can’t get enough

of my middle aged girl friend

with the way hot butt… Continue reading


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Meditation on a Massage

December 7th, 2007 by Celeste

More poems from the Christian mystic.

Meditation on a Massage

I. In Memory of Her

How did it feel, Lord, when she poured the oil on your head?
Did she knead it into your scalp? Pull it through your hair?
Did she wipe it from your brow?
Did she follow your cheek bones under your eyes?
Did you drop your tunic, let her knead your mortal clay, fill in the stripes to come, the spear point in… Continue reading


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Just a Whore

November 9th, 2007 by Celeste

I so enjoyed the different responses to my poem ‘Sometimes’ (Sept 15), that I’m responding here instead of there in the comments section.

I thought maybe the rest of you would enjoy this too. Or maybe I just feel self-important enough that I want you to hear it. Maybe it will be both! But either way, if you keep going, you’ll hear it.

Here are the two comments:

1. “My dear, you are… Continue reading


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Devout Student

October 26th, 2007 by Celeste

I met him over breakfast, and didn’t much like him. He was tense in the face, and a little bit cocky, though I didn’t see anything he would have to be cocky about. I had the feeling he thought he knew more than he actually did. Ok, I said to myself, we’ll take this one, one step at a time, and see how he does.

He wanted to learn about his… Continue reading


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Sometimes

September 15th, 2007 by Celeste

Sometimes I’m a priestess,
Doing my part to save the world
Bringing open hearted awareness
To all who seek it.
And sometimes I’m just a whore.

Sometimes I am the goddess of compassion
Tenderly holding my dear mortals,
Salving their wounds,
Bringing them back to life.

Blessings upon the men I take within me,
Taste of the divine,
Sip of holy nectar
I bring to them
From the realms of the divine.
And sometimes I’m just a whore.

Sometimes I am the queen’s consort
Keeping her… Continue reading


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Rain (a haiku)

September 5th, 2007 by Celeste

Meditation tape

Sounds like rain - but look outside,

It’s the real thing - go!… Continue reading


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