Naked Side

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Naked Side

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I’ve seen the destruction

of visions, the penetration

of a good cause, seen souls

anesthetized by sadness.

 

The only constant is endurance,

is the thing that jumps out from

the void then reverses back

into its indifferent swallow.

 

One change, then the moment

slips into a new glimpse of understanding.

 

One small desire fulfilled and all pain

is humbled.

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Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Synchronized Chaos” August 2017

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“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.

“Allison Grayhurst’s poems are like cathedrals witnessing and articulating in unflinching graphic detail the gritty angst and grief of life, while taking it to rare clarity, calm and comfort. Grayhurst’s work is haunting, majestic and cleansing, often leaving one breathless in the wake of its intelligence, hope, faith and love amidst the muck of life. Many of Allison Grayhurst’s poems are simply masterpieces. Grayhurst’s poetry is a lighthouse of intelligent honour… indeed, intelligence rips through her work like white water,” Taylor Jane Green, Registered Spiritual Psychotherapist and author.

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Dark Prophets

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Dark Prophets

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They hold the ghost feather.

They cry by cause of extreme imaginations.

Paranoia on pillows,

the stench of shoes and month-old towels

under fingernails.

Liberty in sleeping pills & mirrors

that have no shine.

 

This they have, spirits stabbed

with hunger, doubt & arrogance

raging equally by their bedsides.

Encyclopedias divulged in dead languages

& hoards of filthy critics teasing with

axe and indifference

their true-goal flower.

 

They crack their heads on insecurity.

They do not believe in this world.

 

From balconies, from strait-jackets,

from honeymoon apartments, they expose

the human guilt, delicate visions

that seduce the blind with wonder.

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Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Synchronized Chaos” August 2017 under the title “Prophets”

http://synchchaos.com/synchronized-chaos-august-2017-the-stories-we-tell-ourselves/

http://synchchaos.com/poetry-from-allison-grayhurst-4/

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

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“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.

“Allison Grayhurst’s poems are like cathedrals witnessing and articulating in unflinching graphic detail the gritty angst and grief of life, while taking it to rare clarity, calm and comfort. Grayhurst’s work is haunting, majestic and cleansing, often leaving one breathless in the wake of its intelligence, hope, faith and love amidst the muck of life. Many of Allison Grayhurst’s poems are simply masterpieces. Grayhurst’s poetry is a lighthouse of intelligent honour… indeed, intelligence rips through her work like white water,” Taylor Jane Green, Registered Spiritual Psychotherapist and author.

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Your Body Beyond

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Your Body Beyond

Around your smooth

shadow-lined figure

my hands cup & dig under

as though your skin

was water. As though

each hair on your chest,

a sea-flower perfectly

placed & measured.

 

Tides of muscles on your legs

and back

sway

with rhythmic beauty.

 

When you put your fingers on my hot belly,

my ghost lies down, blindfolded by light.

 

For hours covered by your

thirsty tongue, as a mid-day radiance

seeps through the drawn curtains.

 

No words to pardon our passion,

to cause a bitter tear.

 

I love you like this, forehead pressed

to shoulder, abandoned.

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Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Synchronized Chaos” August 2017

http://synchchaos.com/synchronized-chaos-august-2017-the-stories-we-tell-ourselves/

http://synchchaos.com/poetry-from-allison-grayhurst-4/

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

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“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.

“Allison Grayhurst’s poems are like cathedrals witnessing and articulating in unflinching graphic detail the gritty angst and grief of life, while taking it to rare clarity, calm and comfort. Grayhurst’s work is haunting, majestic and cleansing, often leaving one breathless in the wake of its intelligence, hope, faith and love amidst the muck of life. Many of Allison Grayhurst’s poems are simply masterpieces. Grayhurst’s poetry is a lighthouse of intelligent honour… indeed, intelligence rips through her work like white water,” Taylor Jane Green, Registered Spiritual Psychotherapist and author.

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Light Rich With Innocence

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Light Rich With Innocence

(for Justin)

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Picking stones from the shore

to give your impressive, delicate

hands.

 

You repeat your

simple words, each time as a new

discovery, dramatic with joy.

 

On the rocking chair in your

uncle’s arms, your eyes glow strange

like flowers do to a heart burdened by grief.

 

You pick the small rocks, one by one,

pile them up – a rainbow tower that only

your pure imagination can see.

 

You hand them to me as gifts

from good fairies, smile

a smile that stretches higher than mountains.

 

You carry your jewels in a glass

showing them with proud delight.

They are to you, tiny miracles.

 

You kiss each one.

You bless and you

behold.

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Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Synchronized Chaos” August 2017

http://synchchaos.com/synchronized-chaos-august-2017-the-stories-we-tell-ourselves/

http://synchchaos.com/poetry-from-allison-grayhurst-4/

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

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“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.

“Allison Grayhurst’s poems are like cathedrals witnessing and articulating in unflinching graphic detail the gritty angst and grief of life, while taking it to rare clarity, calm and comfort. Grayhurst’s work is haunting, majestic and cleansing, often leaving one breathless in the wake of its intelligence, hope, faith and love amidst the muck of life. Many of Allison Grayhurst’s poems are simply masterpieces. Grayhurst’s poetry is a lighthouse of intelligent honour… indeed, intelligence rips through her work like white water,” Taylor Jane Green, Registered Spiritual Psychotherapist and author.

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Mother Chimp

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Mother Chimp

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       Gentle Flo of the

great apes,

does not sing

nor look for

comfort from the sky.

     Mother of patience and playful

as moonlight upon a wave. Face

like a roadmap of a sad

primeval journey. Sad

like the first thoughts

of wasted love. Sad

like the night jungle in all its

apparent peace.

 

     Cry for the terrible loss

in the midday rains. Cry for the African

trees, rotting from the weight of

a human-made world.

 

     Shaggy arms embrace

to receive your large-heart’s manna.

The lonely climate

surrounds you

with child, near a river that carries

the many deaths of those before

your wild and doubtless

existence.

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Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Synchronized Chaos” August 2017

http://synchchaos.com/synchronized-chaos-august-2017-the-stories-we-tell-ourselves/

http://synchchaos.com/poetry-from-allison-grayhurst-4/

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

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“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.

“Allison Grayhurst’s poems are like cathedrals witnessing and articulating in unflinching graphic detail the gritty angst and grief of life, while taking it to rare clarity, calm and comfort. Grayhurst’s work is haunting, majestic and cleansing, often leaving one breathless in the wake of its intelligence, hope, faith and love amidst the muck of life. Many of Allison Grayhurst’s poems are simply masterpieces. Grayhurst’s poetry is a lighthouse of intelligent honour… indeed, intelligence rips through her work like white water,” Taylor Jane Green, Registered Spiritual Psychotherapist and author.

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Shroud The Moon

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Shroud The Moon

I see your eyes

float like balloons

through the giant storm.

I cradle your blanket. I cry

on the carpet like a child,

all in privacy, between rooms

& walls. All for the farewell too

real to speak.

The world will not compensate,

will not hold the hope to get out

of this hell for long.

It will empty my pockets of

your key – make every minute

a dangerous bite.

There is a cold bird screaming down

our chimney. There are rats

under the fridge. The rain echoes like

a mountain cry. You will not

love me like I need. You will not & I will not

 

be brave.

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Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Communicators League” June 2017

  

 

Three poems | by Allison Grayhurst

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Somewhere Falling has a richness of imagery and an intensity of emotion rare in contemporary poetry. Drawn in sharp outlines of light and darkness, and rich shades of colour, with a deep sense of loss and longing and the possibility of salvation, this is an unusual book by a gifted young poet. Grayhurst’s voice is one to which we should continue to pay attention.” — Maggie Helwig, author of Apocalypse Jazz and Eating Glass.

“Responsibility and passion don’t often go together, especially in the work of a young poet. Allison Grayhurst combines them in audacious ways. Somewhere Falling is a grave, yet sensuous book.” – Mark Abley, author of Glasburyon and Blue Sand, Blue Moon.

“Biting into the clouds and bones of desire and devotion, love and grief, Allison Grayhurst basks the reader, with breathtaking eloquence, in an elixir of words. Like lace, the elegance is revealed by what isn’t said. This is stunning poetry.” – Angela Hryniuk, author of no visual scars.

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Guardian

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Guardian (for Beeper)

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Dog-eyes like a morning

infused

with warmth.

 

I dream of sending you

silhouettes wedged

from the mountain,

 

where we would go

flooded with lyric & hazy light.

By the campfire furnace,

 

chasing the breeze through

the haunted wood. And then,

by the river, by daylight,

 

your tongue outstretched to cup bee.

Your oversized ebony head gliding through

the water like a dolphin’s.

 

Under the bridge, on the railroad tracks,

your muscles moved erecting

monuments of innocence and incomparable strength.

 

Past the fence, past

my sight, releasing sounds of excitement, sounds

of a simple, language bark,

 

as you ran

thunderous & dark

as departure

often is.

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Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Communicators League” June 2017

  

 

Three poems | by Allison Grayhurst

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

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Somewhere Falling has a richness of imagery and an intensity of emotion rare in contemporary poetry. Drawn in sharp outlines of light and darkness, and rich shades of colour, with a deep sense of loss and longing and the possibility of salvation, this is an unusual book by a gifted young poet. Grayhurst’s voice is one to which we should continue to pay attention.” — Maggie Helwig, author of Apocalypse Jazz and Eating Glass.

“Responsibility and passion don’t often go together, especially in the work of a young poet. Allison Grayhurst combines them in audacious ways. Somewhere Falling is a grave, yet sensuous book.” – Mark Abley, author of Glasburyon and Blue Sand, Blue Moon.

“Biting into the clouds and bones of desire and devotion, love and grief, Allison Grayhurst basks the reader, with breathtaking eloquence, in an elixir of words. Like lace, the elegance is revealed by what isn’t said. This is stunning poetry.” – Angela Hryniuk, author of no visual scars.

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