december blessing (haiku)

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)

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)

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)


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)

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

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

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)

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

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

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

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)

 

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