Category Archives: Found Poetry

The Song of Songs, A Collage Poem, By Jennifer Angelina Petro

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The Song of Songs

A Collage Poem

By

Jennifer Angelina Petro

 

(Using words and phrases from the book: “Violin Playing as I Teach It,” by Leopold Auer, published 1921, arranged and blended with my own words and phrases).

 

 

In case you find yourself aware

(there is nothing trifling about that—

nothing beyond question)

of the delicate sense of proportion

joining you with the eternal

vibrato of the soul,

 

allow yourself to be

carried away by the unexpected

burst of joyous sonority.

You will be unable to resist

the calling forth a tone

that holds and unfolds

all that is good.

 

Your whole body is song.

Sing for the sheer pleasure

of who you are.

 

Transpose as you see fit,

catch the reflections of resonances

falling and rising sometimes round,

full, sonorous; sometimes almost

imagined in the necessary silences

woven with the portamento

merging all songs together.

 

A virtuoso exists for music,

and you were born from tones spun

from the song of songs,

making you a bridge of octaves and keys

connecting the ground

of long experiences

passed soul to soul

for the good of all.

 

 

 

 

Taste Yourself, A Collage Poem, By Jennifer Angelina Petro

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Taste Yourself

A Collage Poem

By

Jennifer Angelina Petro

 

Using words and phrases rearranged from, “Sex for One: The Joy of Self-Loving,” by Betty Dobson, PHD, combined with my own words and phrases.

 

 

 

Gather yourself

even though

you were taught to hide.

 

Let pleasure beget pleasure.

 

See the joyous windmills

whirl in the hedonistic heaven

where you belong–honest

to goodness.

 

Embellish the valentine cunt,

the sacred, wing-shrouded clitoris

with your own spit,

do fieldwork across your body,

remember the peripheries,

remember your nipples

are pebbles in the moon-

dappled waters of your soul–

feel the vibrator’s hum.

 

There are infinite delights

in the divine preorgasmic madness

shaking through your legs.

 

Through the happy little orgasms

laughing with you—go ahead—

unravel yourself—

 

shout your life-affirming coming

across America, across repression,

across what was written by men,

across what was taught

at home and church–go ahead—

taste yourself—

this is the gospel of truth.

 

 

Set Forth in Such a Way, A Collage Poem, By Jennifer Angelina

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Set Forth in Such a Way,

A Collage Poem

By

Jennifer Angelina

(Using words and phrases arranged from the book, Piano Tuning, by J. Cree Fischer, pub. 1907,

with a few added by me)

 

 

Set forth in such a way

as to charm the soul.

Along these lines–slow,

and uncertain, soft and loud,

bridges communicate just

what you are fitted for.

 

Plod among the thousands.

Strike the common chord.

Notice how it sustains itself in the air.

 

Let it be in balance, extending hearty

and strong, through the inevitable

inferences of trees and mountains.

Let it simply lift and go beyond yourself.

 

Notice how difficult it is to produce

something that has never existed,

and yet, you do it anyway.

 

Place yourself within want, and then,

Sing your own fulfillment as you fall

entirely back to resting position.

 

 

 

 

 


 

Extol Your Own Glory, A Collage Poem, by Jennifer Angelina Petro

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Extol Your Own Glory

A Collage Poem

By

Jennifer Angelina Petro

 

 

Let whatever be the path

be the path.

One may wander a long time

for the good of the world.

 

Arise from conviction, full power,

steadfast—beguile the doubts—

smear their foreheads with red saffron.

 

The core of everything,

the bliss of the self,

the spark of goodness encircled by bees—

these are undivided in the divine madness

of your desire to taste the soul.

 

Killing and death are everywhere.

The tusk of the boar is near.

Extol your own glory,

be the proof of the wish,

enjoy the sweetness,

forsake no one.

The dust of your holy feet

rises as you go.

 

 

 

 

Using words and phrases found in the book: “The Thousand Names of the Divine Mother,” by Sri Lalita Sahasranama, along with my own.