days shrink, night e x p a n d s –
light and warmth of close kind friends
make love more intense.
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freddie omm
december 2020
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photograph by siddharth salve
Love in Times of Quarantine II (Lockdown Loving)
17 March 2020 by 1 Comment
Still deserted streets –
Spring’s forgotten earth, lovesick
in times of quarantine
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We’re isolated
Beings – lone, socially-distanced
Bodies in disease:
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Now in spirit we
Should touch each other’s hearts, share
Droplets of airborne love
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Spread lockdown loving
Through springtimes of quarantine
Till the virus leaves.
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Freddie Omm
March 2020
– love’s words run still (twelve haiku)
20 February 2020 by 1 Comment
things we feel will not
die for want of words to speak
them – those feels will stay
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your breast warm on my chest
heart and tongue’s incoherence
dissolving in sex
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how our words run free
of sense when what we feel speaks
more than we can say
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love shifts forever
infusing lust’s hot moist mouths’
fluent sweet nothings
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the love we feel gone –
ghosted, holed in our hearts alone
swells in silence still
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love remembering
each wordless stroke of the tongue
bodies becoming
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that loss sends us mad
whose griefs we know shall not pass
so we stay still, still
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love like roots in earth
grows deep, inarticulate
all through tacit seasons
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till we cry our loss
pain blurred blind – we’ll not be heard
nor seen as we are
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love is a virus
spreading our sweet infection
mingling genes, bodies
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this is how these words
might speak to those who hear and
feel their inner sense: –
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if what we felt died
through lack of words to speak it
this is how it ends –
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freddie omm
20.02.2020
streaming (haiku chain)
31 December 2019 by 3 Comments
at year’s end we try
to let what’s done and doing
settle in our minds
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our memories edit
us in a flowing sequence
like a narrative
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mishmashing hot nights
that wake lush fantasies of
love made (up) just right
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as kaleidoscopic
impressions make up all our lives,
bye bye bygones stream
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a vision of us
on waking up in beds we
don’t quite remember
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to be joyful we should
see life as though providence
really worked for us:
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(without edits like
random words our streamed stories
make no kind of sense)
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our dreams of bliss are
real when woke in each other’s
arms in homely beds
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each day we give fresh
meaning to lives streaming by
loving each other
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freddie omm
new year’s eve 2019
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The kaleidoscope collage is made up of kaleidoscope photos which I shot of various subjects over the past few days, including Coco the Dog, trees and skies, our Christmas tree, etc.
when we make love a billion cells break free (villanelle)
13 December 2019 by 11 Comments
when we make love a billion cells break free
our bodies flowing fluid like disgendered
creatures of great beauty growing unbound gloriously
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although we’re only human too and so quite ordinary
we spiral into plasmic dust as spores sprinkling our eggshell world
while making love a billion cells break free
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in some identities we hardly see
among us – beside, within, beyond us – enraptured,
creatures of great beauty rising upward gloriously
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like stars that gleam and glow in space and transiency
like birds in deep still forest undergrowth unheard
love is made perpetually so billions of our cells break free
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our love in life is that which lets us be
ourselves in an intensity of moments scattered
creatures of great beauty growing unbound gloriously
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we find new freedoms freeform ecstasy
now top and out of mind and sight no need for thought nor any word
when we make love a billion cells break free
like creatures of great beauty growing unbound gloriously
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griffith park
LA
we come alive
12 November 2019 by 11 Comments
from the way we act
when we’re in love you’d think love
wounds and hurts us most
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in life – though things far
bitterer are daily thought and done –
love hits us hardest
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– at times though we seem not
to even know we’re alive
while we’re here living
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we can’t remember
our births, don’t believe in our
deaths – all too human
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errors throughout life
shape our being – our delicate
small blue fragile world –
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it’s quite likely that
love changes us because love
makes us come alive
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as time goes past pain
fades but love’s the thing that lasts
to save us from ourselves
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when we kiss and touch
our loving tenderness makes
hard living softer
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we come alive then
love ourselves into being
loving mortal gods
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freddie omm
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This haiku chain is loosely translated from a Meditation of Philippe de Saint Maurice.
essence
9 October 2019 by 3 Comments
the imagination required to see
how life grows through a series of moments
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(at once selfcontained, static and timeless
yet flying yes swarming into infinity)
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like flocks of geese breaking from an amber
sunset into invisibility
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like summer nights fading in september
flown into those endless twilights of eternity
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where sensation is becoming to where
we run blindly into fresh horizons
fading as each sunrise into darkness
this warm fleeting intimacy we share
created from those moments is the essence
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freddie omm
big sur
september 2019
valentine possibilities (haiku couple)
12 February 2019 by 4 Comments
each love is a kiss
melting and mingling – messed-up
unmissable bliss
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each kiss is a sign:
unspoken love awoken –
timeless Valentine
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freddie omm
14 february 2019
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(illustration by annie spratt via unsplash)
come to me – sonnet
18 May 2018 by Leave a Comment
Come to me in the blind and breathless passion of a night
Spent loving free full feral without thought
For morning – climactic darling hours that brought
Us here as one and yet so other, clasped tight
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As here in bed between these warm and crumpled clinging sheets
We bask our bodies in the glow and gladdening glory of the sun
Each rapt and untamed moment which our lives have left to run
Each moment while in each of us our wild heartbeats
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With that loping looping rhythm pulsing love
Outpacing secret cadences of time.
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Charged with that beat, may tantric rhythmic rhyme
Flow through our coupling, energy-infused from high above
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And let our inner powers grow and set us free:
May we become ourselves again, each time you come to me.
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Omm
song of the morning muse – sonnet
2 May 2018 by 6 Comments
Every morning I sing – the birds above
And earth below move in those dawning musings –
Those twists and turns of dream and thought, those swings
Of mood that drive us off course when we love
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But when we think we have the lives we hoped we’d live
We sometimes see ourselves as creatures that we feared we’d be –
Monsters of imagination, whom we
Fed because of what we dreamed they’d give –
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We travelled far through countries strange, and stranger time
Wore out our wishes, blotted all that dreaming shaped in rhyme:
Our vital hopes were blurred – still, half-asleep –
Although throughout it all our vocal passions stirred: racing deep –
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Till one fine day (like now) we wake, we rub our eyes and then
Realise we’re singing songs of morning once again.
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Omm
May 2018
st valentine’s eve – anna and floris: 1270
13 February 2018 by 1 Comment
at dusk she kisses him
mushymouthed and clinging breathless breast
to breast their smooth commingling
hard then fluid tender melting
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cool hot creamy sex when two
so made so shaped for one another
couple up as one in one
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dissolving her in him in her like milk in tea
and in the pearl-pale moisture bleeding from those honeyed lips
and in the sweet salt sweat of thighs and loins
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she cries he too
for in that kindling consummate moment
they come consumed to be together
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all thought given up
yesterday today no more tomorrow
she wonders how such mindless mindfulness surrenders
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she wonders is that it then when valentine dawns
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when is tomorrow then
when I and you become us
and she conceives as day in night is born
and fused and found forever lost that moment
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when together now
we come as close as one can be to one
then is tomorrow and tomorrow’s past
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Omm
valentine’s eve into day 2018
sex and being (three haiku)
10 November 2017 by Leave a Comment
pulsing passion fills
our veins – our bodies
cleave together, one.
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now in our oneness
grows a seed of otherness:
each of us is both
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oneself, and a part
of another being born
of us, though not us.
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Omm