winter solstice—yule 2021

the shortest day is swallowed by the longest night

and though the time is festive we can close the darkness out in sleep

until we rise again to greet the waking light

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last night’s cold moon is waning gibbous and the town shines bright

and while the spreading mist and frost grow thick and deep

the shortest day is swallowed by the longest night

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we walk this world we wish for warmth and all that’s pleasing to our sight

but nightmare deepfake monsters of perverted dreams disturb us in our sleep

until we rise again to greet the waking light

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O pity our poor planet filled with foolish deathly viral agents mired in their own shite

they rave and squall around our godforsaken earth and even as we weep

the shortest day is swallowed by the longest night

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but there’s a ruthless aimless tenderness in nature’s creatures and in you that rare delight

we find when we’re alert to each mere moment whose uniqueness we can keep

until we rise again and greet the waking light

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now in the southern hemisphere the sun shines at her height

but we are locked in dark and where the shadows creep

the shortest day is swallowed by the longest night

until we rise again and greet the lengthening light.

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freddie omm

gulls

Meditations of Philippe de Saint Maurice, which I have edited and transformed into haiku and haiku chains, will soon be published by Mad Bear Books. The Meditations offer insights into spiritual growth, and I shall be posting some of them in advance here, interspersing them with my other work.

The first is gulls:

since I first could think

I always thought that thought

will turn me mad

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like gull-crawing skies

thoughts can sound portentous as though

from other species

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voices like aliens

we think into being as

thought will think us mad

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words crawl crazy like

lingual creatures who can fly

from our mind’s planet

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whether in rage or

loving-kindness – we know no more

than if we were gulls

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fly into the sun

illuminate a last thought:

they. we. light. are one

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freddie omm

text by freddie omm – title pic by thought catalogue – footer pic by yifei chen

woke like song (haiku chain invocation) – for all the lovers everywhere

I

open up like song

let music play us sing us

melodising us

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we two wrapped in heat –

loose entangled limbs like riffs

of carnal melody

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interlaced and lit

lasciviously dangerous

lullabying life

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our bodies pick up

the pumping of each other’s

heartbeat rhythms

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in our love for us

we’re lyrical and languorous

climax in chorus

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wild music wakes us

enchanting and shaking us

open like song

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our skin pricked with notes

glissando licks quickening us

like a morning shower

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in our love for us

in trust in truth we give tongue

to life’s loving song

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II – envoi:

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for all the lovers

who grew lonely as time passed

silencing their space –

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music of the spheres

come join us close together

sing us woke in song!

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freddie omm

may 2019

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photo by spencer imbrock

salle des pas perdus – poitiers

hall of lost footsteps

fugitive hot whispered words

scabrous ancestral songs

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judgments from the court

of love whose lust-drunk troubadours

inspire my spirit:

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a joy for living

a past that never passes

a loss yet unlost

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in this hallowed space

– oak beams, flagstones, marbled walls –

still footfalls echo

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I long for you much

as I listen to music

whose sadnesses touch

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my heart still aching

from madnesses and rage that

haunt this rabid present –

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let’s celebrate life

in songs of now, here, as in those

footfalls of the past

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we find in absence

a beauty missing in presence

sometimes, timeless love

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Omm

1 january 2019

on ventura beach: haiku chain

ventura keys bay

ventura keys bay

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borne on a loose-tongued tide

when dolphins sang in our bay,

i swam alongside.

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i learned my english

in california, oh yeah –

surfing on meaning

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strange new kid from lands

far-off with paler beaches

i dug those endless sands

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west of ventura keys

soaked up the lingo in waves,

loghorreic seas,

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chilled long days drunk down

so deep, my first summer of love,

synaesthetized like

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a child of the sun –

honey-skied strands, peacemeal love,

kool-aid cookied, fun!

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like surf out of reach,

lyrics drift through smoke-tinged breeze

on ventura beach.

 

kool-aid cookies

kool-aid cookies

 

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