spinning in pantomime,
geodesy, terrestrial gravity,
revolutions measured by astrolabe,
expression by gesture, Grand Ol' Opry,
court jester, Judge
Priest, the gavel slams,
ecumenic, plutocrat overrule,
hold sway, call in Hypatia, miscellany,
chop suey, breaking up pieces...
astronomer of Alexandria. Her
prominence, adherence to pagan
scholasticism led to her being murdered
by a Christian mob, she invented instruments
used to view the stars and wrote commentaries
on mathematics and astronomy, though none of
them survives, buried of body politics, Patsy Cline
and Marilyn Monroe died too,
Hypatia, I call upon
thee to bind the cosmiclabes,
Pussy, the pudenda entwined
by their strength in numbers of
group hairs fucking geometrics on
the triangle trellis, curls climbing to the
top reaching ethereal orgasm where the
Copyright 11/13/2009 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
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|Reviewed by Gene Williamson
|And this incredible woman, victim of small minds, was
a great beauty too. Hypatia lives, thanks to the likes
of Carl Sagan and You. Sage, that last stanza is worth
the price of admission. With thanks, and love. -gene.
|Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle
|Magnificent poem.An amazing piece you have written.take care.I enjoy it|
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
|Sage, this is a mind blowing experience reading this poem. You are really amazing. I love the last verse, my favorite.
Much peace, love, and light, my spirit sis,
|Reviewed by D. Vegas
|Ms. Sage expands 'our' horizons with her tales of the west and adds some naughtiness with each poem she writes. . .
|Reviewed by Susan de Vegter
|Sage, you are one of a kind...indeed! I'm glad you are just one so we can keep up with you. Your mind verses go everywhere and leaves nothing out. I bet your brain still hums when you sleep. Great satire in your poetry and I'm happy, too....that we don't stone anyone anymore. A lot of us would be Stone cold(pun) then.
Congrats and love,
|Reviewed by jude forese
|somehow, the last verse feels so familiar ... your expressionism i enjoy ,,,,|
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|...and you, Sage, are among the women who make a difference in whatever age they live, and you shall not pass unsung or your instruments and commentaries "...buried of body politics"...mmmm...
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Price
|Wonderful and thoroughly enjoyed. Liz|
|Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse
|can I just saddle up my mare & suit up in my leather chaps & fix my boot straps with my spurs & harness my holster of adult delights & get entwined in some of that down to earth climbing to hit'it to the top? :)
Peace, Love & Inspirations
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|The Grand Ole Opry stage will never be the same, once the stars get to hitting the high orgasmic notes in these lines - whew. Scorcher! And very well penned, Sage.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Okay. Seems you have covered what needed to be covered and said in this sweet little ballad which I'm sure will be cut and promoted by the High Mountain Colorado Jew Harp and Banjo Jugtime Band with solo performances by Oprah Winfrey and Dr. Phil . . . I'll be on the front row checking out the available cooz.|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|I love this poem; I especially love the part about the Grand Ol' Opry; that's my territory! LOL Well done, Miss Sage; brava! Splendid writing!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|I am simply mesmerized, Sage (in a very good way). Thank you for sharing your inspiration. Love and best wishes,