What makes the world go ‘round but love, love, love? 22 Love Poems: 22 Romantic Poems for 22 Lovers on Valentine’s Day by Gina Nemo rocs in white girl rap love
poetry. The universal theme of forever love spins in, with this New Age progression of the beat. There is something timeless about the magic of love poetry that exists
in the hearts and minds of people on the journey, love as the desired paradise of healing, belonging and arrival that entrances people into the place of poetry.
22 Love Poems, a selection of poems from the books of poetry, Scarlet and Carousel, this is a sweetheart pocketbook collection, that perfect
gift of love for someone special on St. Valentine’s Day. Gina Nemo (Poet, Writer, Actress, Teacher, Musician, Singer, Songwriter, Producer, Director, Marketing Director,
Hollywood Palindrome) lives and works in California. She was a co-star of the popular television show 21 Jump Street for which she won an Emmy. She has written
5 books of poetry, produced 3 audiobooks, 3 CD's of music, and produced the movie VOICES about contemporary Poets, amongst other projects.
The love elixir in dreamworks, the worship of the resident love god, these sensual poetry offerings are the essential Gina Nemo. The poetry is a New Age gift, that plays within the shadows, within the light of love, a song of the American carousel. The passion and the mystery entwine, resounding with enchantment, the images are woven with the fury of the natural world, the storms, the currents of oceans and the fire inside the romance of longtime love.
Where we are
From our hearts
Yours and mine
Walking on light
Looking for calm
Bringing our souls
From dusk ‘til dawn
You are the nucleus
Of my deepest thoughts
Where time escapes
And life grows branches
That lead us right back
Where we started
Walk with me
To the center of time
Where everything else
We are here
Nowhere else to go
Passion, love and lust
In the nucleus of us.”
The song is a white girl rap beat, with short staccato lines that rhyme almost every second line, a flow of broken and light that calls on the heavens for happiness in love. Rapture by Debbie Harry and Blondie was the first rap song to gain international attention by scoring number 1 on the U.S. Billboard Hot 100 Chart in 1981. This was the first white girl rap song, a funk/punk mix that entranced the world and sky rolled rap and hip hop music into popularity. 22 Love Poems is an American girl adventure in romance inside the cosmos, the heat, the love, the magic in rap poetry, a New Age innovation in form.
“SMOKE AND FIRE
We are like
Like a season
We are like
With music floating
On an endless
We are like
Smoke and fire
They carry us
As our heat
The poetry riffs on hope and dreamspeak, the incredible light in broken places, celebrating the ancient pagan rites of the season of love. With the steady rhythm and rhyme, casting a magic spell for forever love. This brilliant pocketbook in the Beat tradition, transforms into the New Age poetic Muse, is a celebration of St. Valentine’s Day, the day of lovers. Shaking out the cold of winter, wrapped in a blanket by the fire with a hot drink and 22 Love Poems by Gina Nemo. Love . . . love in the third degree.
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Sker, a brilliant Magical Surrealist poetry lickament,* the dark haunting dreamscapes of Poet Peter O’Neill. Peter O’Neill was born in Cork, Ireland
and currently lives and works in Dublin. He spent most of the ‘90’s living in Paris and has been published internationally. He has published 2 books of
poetry previously and this is the second book of poetry I have reviewed for him, the first being the Anthology of Irish Poets, Agamemnon is Dead.
This poetry is evocative of the legacy of great Irish Poets, in Celtic lilt, drawing from classical influences, the French Symbolists, German philosophers, the nature imagery dreamscapes contrast with an incongruous thought train and dark violence existing in a place of magical surrealism. Sker lives inside the Collective Memory of poetry and history Dublin, an event that blurs the lines of place, time and space, unfolds through mists off the water, sailing ships, a secret place revealed. As if a dreamscape of the Collective Consciousness, as if all the ghosts of past, present and future Dublin and Poetry have danced and been written upon.
“The Drunken Boat
After Arthur Rimbaud : 1854-1891
How I descended the impassive rivers
No longer guided by the haulers;
Red skins had taken them as targets
Nailing their colours naked to the masts.
Incoherent to the crews,
The importers of Flemish wheat and English cotton,
When the boatmen had finished unloading
The rivers let me go as I pleased.
Into the furious awakening of the tides,
I, the winter previous, deafer than the brain of a child,
I ran! And the peninsulas departed,
Without sounding out triumphant.
The tempest blessed my maritime bath,
Lighter than a cork I danced upon the waves,
What are known as rollers, vice drowned,
For ten nights spun, not missing the silly winks from the bouys.
Softer than the skin of children, the peal of flesh,
The Irish sea inundated my craft of pine,
And the stains of Moorish wine, and vomit,
Bathed me, having dispersed with all rudders and hooks.
And lo’ and behold, I came to bathe in the Poem
Of the Sea, infused in its milk of stars,
Devouring the azure plains- where float
The pale, bloated corpses of the drowned;
Who, holding the brining blue trumpet’s delirious
Rhythm, slowly throughout the rupture of the days . . .”
Surrealism was birthed in 1920’s Paris, perhaps a reflection and inversion of W.W. I playing into The DaDa Movement, a nonsensical reaction to great violence. The classical influences include references to the Ancient Greek and Roman Empires, naming Heraclitus, Carthage, the Punic Wars, Copernicus, Aquinas, Virgil amongst others, bringing to life the ancients and ancient civilizations. He also calls on the French Symbolist Poets Arthur Rimbaud and Charles Baudelaire, the milieu of Paris in the early 1900’s, creating a moody dreamscape illustrated by nature imagery, inside a celebration of the collective memory of Dublin.
Excavating the site
for further traces of you
your furthest outreach
buried among the mound of
bears triumphantly cavorting on wine labels
exhorting all of the virtues of the Médoc
dune and wooden slats
all aromatised with pine
and just above the great blanket
of pulverised white sand
the isle of birds . . .”
The title of the book is borrowed from the name the Norse gave to Fingal, Sker or Skerries, where the Poet and his family has lived since 2000. Sker is the first book in a trilogy titled The Fingal Trilogy aka The Hereclitan Trilogy. The book has divided the year of writing into 4 parts, the Hereclitan elements of Earth, Water, Fire and Air, a journal of days. Also woven into the poetic soup is the influence of German philosopher Martin Heidegger’s Being and Time, the entire beginning poems of the books seem to play within and expound on this Existential writing. Themes within include childhood, lost love, drinking, death, Dublin history, the sinking of a W.W. II submarine, a poetry reading, a parenting course, a concert by The Pogues, plays off nature imagery with a violent undertoad. The writing itself unfolds in broken poetic prose, incongruous thoughtscapes, with rare rhyming couplets, borrowing from the style of the French Symbolists in a Post-modernist progression.
The love poetry is fantastical, enigmatic, plays with shadows.
eruption of cloud
billowing like the Archeron
above the arrow-headed leaves
trembling and Virgilian
awash upon a primed sky
which the great window frames
pooling all origins
from the vortex of the night
the golden dawn radiates
banishing all fear
illuminating gently your lover”
The poetry is fascinating weaving current events such as a Poetry Reading, a parenting class or The Pogues Concert with nature imagery and the essence of Dublin in the time of sailing ships. As if the poetry of the life and times of Peter O’Neill in Skerries lives in fantastical spaces. Also 2 of the poems are offered in French with English translations.
Within the magical spaces of the mind of the Oracle Poet, this poetry dances, plays in dreamscape with history and time, flies with angels. A brilliant rendering of Symbolist and Magical Surrealism lives in the New Age Renaissance Republic of Poetry, Sker by Peter O’Neill.
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Shiftless(Harvester), the rage in the beat, the rage in the wind, fantastical Beat influenced poetry in the New Age Renaissance from American
Poet Buck Downs. Buck Downs (Poet, Writing Coach, Member of the Board for the District of Columbia Arts Center) a native of Jones County, Mississippi
lives and works in Washington, D.C. His latest book of poetry is Tachycardia (2015).
Poet Downs’ poetry is a masculine perspective on the sex and war economy North America. The poetry is based in rural route America, lives in images of automobiles, marriage, nature, war, the agricultural industry, and lingers in themes of violence and lost/misconstrued love.
down memory lane
same song, second verse
third spouse, mighty kind
one a them
two a them
a few a them
all because we feel like
rocking the sick flow,
the cause of poesie
power and beauty
make or model
coca cola blonde
I keep a button
from her winter coat
in my back pocket
for memory, and for luck –
The nature imagery, roses, cherry trees, bees, horses, birds, stars, phoenix, jewel provides a living force counterpoint to the masculine and violence of the minimalist beat, as if weaving breath into the dance with death.
suffocated single child
she came up for air
& a cocktail
she was not my boss
and I let her
the jewel of her moan
a rattle in the building”
The poetry is minimalist, borrowing from the Imagist school and bangs out in the staccato rhythms of a reinvented Beat Poetry tradition, traveling across the page, dancing with empty spaces. The beat of the poetry, is like a chant for the dead. The language rolls out in cadence, a dance with meme and slang, repetitive words and phrases creating a holistic rendering, a new take on apocalypse poetry. The violence and karmic dissonance of ended love affairs manifesting the dance at the end of the world. In bare and bones, the truth-telling in poetry is the story of the land, the story of the lost America, looking for a new day.
jim beam incognito
as if sight were the only sense
and even a blind man could tell
that we were getting stank up, yall –
shall the rose bush grow
where the cherry once stood
and with dung and bees
covered with dung and bees
when the nicotines
no longer lay waste
to us all –
let’s rough the fuck out
let’s just wade
the war on broken hearts
days when you whisper
nights when you cry
sounds like some horsemen
all the burnt parts
still rule inside
This poetry is reminiscent of the minimalist style of Canadian Poet Stephen Bett, the tight rolling silences and broken spaces in a very few words, yet existing as the American imprint. A fantastical rendering in minimalist spaces, Shiftless(Harvester) by Buck Downs.
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