1.

Winged Thought stood before me and these winged words
'Walk the flowered river banks with me,' said she,
'Share river's shapes and shadows with the birds
Then the deepening gold and red sunset with me.'
She pointed past the sparkling spray like stars
Where with the speed of thought we ran one mind
Full of love and wisdom for nothing mars
Numbered delightful hours when Nature's kind.
With silence of her poetical smile
And offering the sweetest gold wine tasted
She breathed warmth from the sunset's bosom with style
And in passion's silence kindled dreams unfed.
Oh winged Thought be in my brain; dream up dreams,
Always awake while I sleep - and day steams.


w3 i2 n3 g3 e7 d5 t4 h3 o5 s3 r2 = 40 - 11 = 29 (beats Shelley by one)
Winged Thought stood before me and these winged words
win win wing wing though oo db for mean the ese or word w- w- w- (6)t-t t- (6)
-d -d -d -d (12) Total brain triggers = 37 + 29 = 66

66 for line one makes what is said in the following lines one of the most important
statements The Golden Goddess has ever said in love to the Poet. Making the poem one of his greatest love poems to his Lady Love!



2.

Quite often have I shaved this beard in thought
For cheek and chin your softness wish partake
But while flesh waits for words' dared win at court
The poet like Sampson has secrets at stake.
So soft thinks cheek, rose petals learnt your touch.
So soft says chin, petals play same with bees.
Man's born to have a beard, I'm glad it's such;
In mirrors I grin and my wild beard sees.
We've been waiting, protecting cheek and chin -
Says chin he wishes to rub bare soft skin;
Thinks cheek, for your thighs to soft-caress him -
Beard would first like to tickle till you grin
But beard so loves cheek and chin he would bear
Being manless so they're manly in soft's care.

3.

Why am I warm while I'm here measured one
Where all the world knows love weighs more with two?
Why write poetry cold nights where time's not won?
Better I dance and hold, make bold talk too?
Why am I warm while writing gold words down? -
The blood of my poet heart weighs with love,
Weighs red, weighs warm, weighs smiling by the pound
And every drop holds poems whose thoughts you move.
How sweet and warm love is; I'm your poet true
And red eyed, cold at night when words line dance
I'm warm though I'm here, measured not one, two -
Red blood of my poet heart, red with romance.
As each drop sighs your name, heart does the same
And my pen no longer cold, lights words with flame.

4.

We are budding my love, we are budding
Of our favourite tree that stands tall and strong;
Summer sun and man made systems watering
Arouse our romance, make merry our song.
You are beautiful with life, firm and curved
And you see our future close, same tree close -
Fully woven become, branches have swerved
So your golden green and my deep green boast
Of patterns like poetry, some same, some new.
The large crow, the small crow caw our union
Sitting in our tree on a branch like pew;
The tree's the preacher and good leaves listen.
We are budding my love, we are budding
Of our favourite tree - there'll be a wedding!

5.

Oh twiddling toes thoughts from below did bring,
Perpetual peace laid aside for flings wild;
The Poet hid his head 'shamed of heat stirring
As his wild winter was no season mild.
Would be false peace through sea and land to ease
As twiddling toes' feelings fueled the red fire.
Why shouldn't toes like fingers weave spells of pleasure? -
Nature that heard such sounds would not retire.
The Poet's Voice and Verse are both brash brothers
Wanting tongue to sing in endless morn of light
While of love, sweetness, goodness toes wrote verse.
Oh twiddling toes thoughts from below did bring -
All brothers of the Poet now wish to sing.

6.

Oh Present Moment your worth's momentus;
All my lot, precious, heart-song gives praise.
You were, but best, now you are my focus.
Images stored can't be had, like you amaze.
Your sister Next moment's not mine as you.
What's mine I treasure most Present Moment
Unless you include not my distant love true.
Oh Present Moment your worth's measurement
Is praised most - magnificent - pure poesy
Because my love breathes love for me in you.
If absent oh what a torment 'twould be!
Oh Present Moment, rather you withdrew.
Your worth's momentus, heart-song would you praise -
More! - if my love in you, on me could gaze!

7.

Call me out of the nothingness that's cruel;
One word would make my heart's windows rattle
For your wind from somewhere this void would rule;
Somewhere where smiles for their beams I'd do battle,
Kisses I'd walk deserts, for sweet lips' full flower,
Hair to run fingers through, fine silk of fame,
Somewhere where much love waits wanting the hour,
Somewhere where a heart longs for my face and frame.
I see you open the door when I knock;
Out of nothingness I'm somewhere, someone -
Battled loneliness, won and in love shock;
Thirsty from the desert, you make me welcome.
If only your eyes I ever gazed in
I'd hardly miss stark naked love makin'.

8.

How many miles to her desert lands from here
Where birds can live and blades of grass can spring?
Surely because the desert maiden's there -
Tiny twinklers here are there bright twinkling.
How many miles to desert lands to her
Where whispered whirlwinds always find her ear,
Whose elevated will makes winds just murmur
And her love croons one's noble bosom near?
How many miles to desert lands for love
Where peace cheers the mind, wild passion weaves spells
The matter of which dreams are made to move
One closer to one's chosen soul and bells.
When shall I come to desert lands again?
Any day but can't stay, that is our pain.

9.

The moon in the bosom of harmony
Blooms oh blooms with our love as it looks down
On trembling emotions turning stormy
And then in panic of passion drown.
He knows distance doesn't discourage such love.
The moon sees the other side of things too
And hears the giant gum singing, from above,
Old songs of our new oneness, with friends two,
River and rock, music both forming,
Beautiful notes like kissing lovers' souls.
Moon knows distance doesn't discourage loving
That flesh has joined and for which friend nature calls.
So to miss that the hills fill the river
Misses that nature can join lover to lover.

10.

With sweet woman's words caring, mothering
From somewhere for this blessed poet all alone,
Out of the blue, needed touch - touch thinking;
Thankful beyond knowledge of new life grown,
Like the baby bird trapped in wiry weed freed
By the poet - is the poet - the world repays.
With sweet woman's words caring when there's need
The poet was blessed, words few, words for always,
A handful cast like seed on soil ready.
Blessed are the mouths of women and men's ears
Where love's in the equation for then he
Or she like the poet turns seed to leap years.
With the sweet woman's words caring in the air
The world is good and men glad to be there.

11.

While viewing, one's ache for your breasts is less,
Thought meets thought though our lips part not for voice;
Each warm wish contests ecstasy - breathless;
Neither cast spells so the other hasn't choice.
There's much joy when to the point eye's closer
And fingers would love to help eyes' feasting
And lips smack knowing tongue is no loser
And chief member wants something exciting
To paint in white his designs with desire
Hoping to spellbound his opposite member
That they might smell cooking, telltaling fire
That she invites often his red ember.
While viewing, one's ache for your breasts is less
Though touching's a good nurse most parts confess.

12.

Love's eyes were dazzled by her breasts then closed
Feeling with rest they could resume delights
But the image lingered longer than supposed -
Confused not long, and opened for new sights.
Would fingers' eyes close? Love's eyes then wondered
And watched their tireless wanderings 'cross the same ground,
Halted by Her call that His timing erred.
Then thought Love's eyes, whether buried He need found
To close His eye for rest from the beauty?
At first He did go slowly for He thought
Nothing was better - how could it be?
She called 'faster' - He did then at rest He was caught.
She still lingers, to Love's eyes, He explained
Though buried that night - because eye opened!