Diana Thoresen
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'...in spring, the most delicate feathery yellow of plumes and plumes and plumes and trees and bushes of wattle, as if angels had flown right down out of the softest gold regions of heaven to settle here, in the Australian bush.'
— D. H. Lawrence, Kangaroo
Paraboloid totems of evergreen hope, upside down
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Love me, love me, I am scared
Turn all warm birds black
And paint all pearly moons red
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A periwinkle love root talisman is bristling with
Red pepper battle orisons, black pepper war songs
Asherah's wormwood words and valerian sorceries
Rise with Sirius and its blinding vervain rays
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Flowers are sun yogis with their petals pulsing, glowing, inspiring
Gravitational heartstreams of violet joy light up a mango tree
Against the bluish milky adularescence of frothy clouds
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Our rose line roots
Reach down into the stars
A nursery of azure seas spilling
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Unceremonious screeching of black cockatoos
Salutes the honeybee
That feeds the flowers
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Sri Mahalakshmi herself
Couldn't have granted me
A sweeter boon than a smorgasbord
...
(For Carmel Glenane of Atlantis Rising Mystery School, my Reiki teacher and spiritual mother)
Star of the Sea, dolorous and Byzantine
throw your royal blue cloak over me
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A radial photon machine
Exploding with the light of a thousand suns
Beyond our sun, a solitary star
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The palms suppliced
In sunny radiance
Must mock
My cryptocrystalline cloister
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Scathing like a jeremiad
By Péladan
The red moon laughed at the sea
And the fox-ness of the fox
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Tall men with machine guns chloroform all thoughts of terror under the luminous tarmac lights
A thirty-hour flight turns one into a numb Cambodian carving
After the curious condiments in business class victuals and
bright cheery pandas past border patrol in Melbourne
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My solitary Friday nights are something timeless as I slowly tread
A lynx path past the kind oaks in the Winter Palace courtyard
Images long scattered to the winds burn through me
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Everything is sickness and weakness with Ingmar Bergman.
(Charles Bronson)
In this hamlet, Death is a warm oven:
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the diamond collarette
is still dripping with
norma, violetta, tosca
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Be it ray or fusiform cells
The celestial harmonica violently
Pushes through every sun-fed
Plant until its initials become
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His presence is an inextricable maze
Rescue me, blond thing
When both the twilight and the waves
...
Sadly unnoticed by Gustave Flaubert, a wordsmith
Daydreaming of a moon mistress
The phantom awakes within the gilded artifice
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Diana Thoresen Biography
Born in St Petersburg, Russia, Diana Thoresen is a Russian-Australian writer who has divided her time between the United States, Russia and Australia. She has published several books of poetry and has been internationally published in newspapers, printed anthologies, literary and metaphysical journals. While studying in Philadelphia, she discovered a passion for American poetry and began writing at the age of 15. Diana is a graduate of St Petersburg State University which has a reputation for having educated the majority of Russia's political elite, including presidents Vladimir Putin and Dimitry Medvedev. Diana currently resides in Palm Cove, Far North Tropical Queensland, where she's working on a book of poems about the nature of memory, perception and the holographic principle, entitled ''Neuro-Imaginations.'' She is also translating ''My World'' by Viktor Grebennikov. Her interest in spirituality was sparked by her mother's research into psychotronics and torsion physics. She also received her Master/Teacher training in Usui and Sekhem Seichim Reiki at the Atlantis Rising Mystery School, Australia. Diana worked as a writer/translator for Spintronics Inc, a free energy research and technology development start-up based on early work of John R. Searl. Diana Thoresen is an avid reader, photographer, and seeker of knowledge about metaphysics, art, science, ancient civilizations. The Australian night sky provides her with a constant source of inspiration, awe and longing for the ineffable. All proceeds from Diana Thoresen books and The Red Hibiscus: Anthology go to the RUSSAR Fund, a non - globalist foundation to re-build Syria and the Middle East which cooperates with the UN/UNESCO and the Imperial Orthodox Palestine Society.)
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Christmas Trees At Smithfield Central Doctors
'...in spring, the most delicate feathery yellow of plumes and plumes and plumes and trees and bushes of wattle, as if angels had flown right down out of the softest gold regions of heaven to settle here, in the Australian bush.'
— D. H. Lawrence, Kangaroo
Paraboloid totems of evergreen hope, upside down
Sparkling white trinkets, sparkling white dears
''What do we need to do now? ''
You ask
I got my husband's winged blue stone gift around my neck, a dragonfly
Isn't my green dress an evergreen kingly shroud?
Both stormy and luminous, the cuts on my arms are still caked in dried blood
You are sad: your heart bleeds into mine with a bit of emerald dust and ruby red sunrises
The Doctor is the Rose; I am the Flame
You are all marble, Plato, self-contained
I am grotesque, decaying, Lilith-born
My scars are trim poodles
Whose slightly wolfish eyes
...just for you...
Will bleed a blazing cornucopia of yellow wattle sprigs
Doctor, your heart is a gold mine and joyous as Spring
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