If I Get There

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If I Get There

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If I was done with this canvas

and the pattern I formed upon it

could be tucked inside the space between

the filing cabinet and bookshelf . . .

If I could read the dialect of normal behavior

and place myself at the foot of its throne . . .

If the next step was the greatest step

that would extract me from this quagmire

and strip away the congealed substance around my bones . . .

 

then my head would be held in your hands,

cradled there like a new baby, helpless but secure –

my whole body supported by your one arm.

Love would be like food, and you would be

my devoted glory.

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Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Synchronized Chaos” July 2017

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Published in “AWS Publishing” July 2017

http://awspublishing.com/poetry/411/if-i-get-there/

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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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Faces of hope

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Faces of hope

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I watch the future

as I watch the motions

of your lungs. I see

so much change and so astounding a discovery.

I see two asleep, plenty full

of love, bearing themselves up

against the world. I see the frames

of two who have no boundaries,

who have extraordinary powers

in ordinary reality, who have presence

and beauty with the added blessing

of fitting in.

I see the advances of light on your skins.

I see the unexpectancy of time

in the simplicity of your smiles.

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Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Synchronized Chaos” July 2017

http://synchchaos.com/?p=13230

http://synchchaos.com/?p=13218

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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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Letting it out

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Letting it out

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The vision is a smoke cloud

released from my pocket, wrapping

me with its smoky warmth, breaking chaos

at its backbone.

 

A thousand chains of fear and grief

swoop down from the once singing sky

to crash on my limbs and drown me

with their weight.

 

God as full as the sea, flushing through me,

flowing around me with the starfish and the stingrays,

with the minnow fish and the barnacles,

God outside me, inside of me, holding me

in this vision, breaking the vine.

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Copyright © 2008 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Moongate Motherbird”, June 2017

https://motherbird.com/letting-it-out-poem-by-allison-grayhurst/

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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.

Reviews of ‘The Many Lights of Eden’:

“’The Many Lights of Eden’ is a journey: a journey of the heart through youth, anguish, struggle, spiritual awakening, grief, death, love, loss, guilt, struggle, despair, hope, surrender, God, sensuality, imperfection, motherhood, aging, the vanquishing of the devil, indeed, many devils, the inevitable fall from perfection and the casting off of old wineskins for a new one. Perhaps speaking of this book as a chronicle of spiritual maturing would be more accurate, the realization that there is spirituality within imperfection and that handmade temples cannot hope to compete with the spiritual temples within each of us. ‘The Many Lights of Eden’ is a diamond. It is a beautiful collection of insights. Allison Grayhurst’s thoughts and writings are a deep well. Drink from it, for the water is clear and crisp. This collection is a MUST-READ,” Eric M. Vogt, author of Letters to Lara and Paths and Pools to Ponder

“I have been slow at responding to reviews for Allison Grayhurst due to summer’s busy days, however she brings life to each poem, heart to the images and everyone should have a collection of Grayhurst Poetry,” Ann Johnson-Murphree, poet.

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No Ground

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No Ground

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There are no leftovers,

no cylinder funnel to collect

and preserve extravagant prayers.

In this place, I lean but I dare not cry –

a rosebush past its prime, brittle in the sun.

I am collapsing, out loud, 

reforming every cell, painful alterations. My God

of fluid, my God, grand as, and grander than, myth –

I have cut through this horizon. I have cut

through my thick interior, and still, I’m tilting

like an old tree

unable to stand. My God,

breathe into me, make plans for my soul or let me die,

bound in this circle. My God, rain into my reservoir –

it feels so long

since I have been untethered.

There are other worlds. There is Jupiter.

My God, please repair this punctured deck

or throw me overboard.

Fill me, my God, with love,

strong enough to override the weight of this

hard endurance.

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Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Chicago Record Magazine” June 2017

http://magazine-record.blogspot.ca/2017/06/how-sky-came-when-i-was-grainof-sand-i.html

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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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Funeral

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Funeral

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The photograph of her face –

bold as one who knows herself completely –

as the bagpipes blew

and I could hear her voice

gently humming the tune.

There were strangers everywhere

in the crowded room of grievers and

in her daughter’s eyes. It was

only her

I loved and her I will miss.

She cradled the land ever so deeply

and dreamt elaborate and graceful worlds,

etched in the smoothest of stones.

She is shared by so many.

But for me, my love was personal,

and it is not so easy to hold

this severed vine of gold, not so easy to let go

of her rare and destined heart

that helped give shape to my own.

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Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “The Poetry Community” June 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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When The City Speaks

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When The City Speaks

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It is no small place

this devil’s field

where leopard’s blood

runs through the streets

like a constellation

cut from the sky.

Drunkards, drug pushers,

the cold amoebas that

die without seeing a dawn.

In Chinatown, the spell is

set loose, splitting

sidewalks with fury.

Waxen murderers, a barnyard

of devourers.

Inside,

lovers tremble,

clutched tight together,

sensual and desperate,

anaesthetized by passion,

by common fear

of the cruel madness

that pounds and pursues

just outside their door,

where all

will never be

well nor

free. 

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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “The Bees Are Dead” July 2017

“It is our great pleasure to announce that Allison Grayhurst’s ‘When the City Speaks’ is our 100th publication! Grayhurst’s poem is a paradigm example of the tone and theme that The Bees Are Dead set out to promote. It presents modern urban living as a dystopia already contrived – where class is a predator, red in tooth and claw; an airborne sickness. Where ‘opportunity’ is but a taunt. 
Grayhurst’s lines are snappy and frantic, reflecting the anxiety of her city’s skittish citizens. Her imagery is bleak yet with a surreal beauty coaxed up by zoomorphic and East Asian references. A classic grayscale poem with flashes of luminous iridescence…

We are fortunate to have two more pieces from this great poet locked away safely in our hive’s vault, and we look forward to sharing these with you in the not too distant future…

– P.A-B.”

http://www.thebeesaredead.com/poetry/city-speaks-allison-grayhurst/

 

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“Grayhurst’s rapturous outpouring of imagery makes her poems easily enjoyable … Like a sear the poet seeks to fathom sensual and spiritual experience through the images of a dream.” Canadian Literature

 “Allison Grayhurst’s Common Dream is a massive book by a talented and enthusiastic young writer, with a feel for descriptive, meaningful verse. Philosophical and very deep,” Paul Rance, editor of Eastern Rainbow, U.K.,  spring 1993.

“Her poems read like the journal entries of a mystic – perhaps that what they are. They are abstract and vivid, like a dreamy manifestation of soul. This is the best way, in prose, one can describe the music which is … the poetry of Allison Grayhurst,” Blaise Wigglesworth Oh! Magazine

“Rich images and complex, shifting metaphors drive Allison Grayhurst’s poems. She focuses on sexual love and interior landscapes, widening to include the heart, eternity and all.”  Next Exit

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Take

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Take

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Your welcome mat is removed.

Take your cold, determined blasphemy

and seal yourself in your tomb.

Take the memory she had of your loveliness

and mutilate it, mutate it into your true face –

a hundred still births, lined up with all eyes open, dead,

before even beginning.

Take the grain from her garden. Take her cat while

she is sleeping. You can take

and trade her trust

to pay homage to your psychological sickness,

but you cannot take

the strength from her star, not the creativity that lulls

then sparks on her breath. You cannot take her rhythm,

her house where love and God come first,

where there is no deception,

no blood on the sleeves. You cannot take her beauty,

not her vow to stay open

to future blessings. You cannot take

the way she is committed to make good with her grief,

committed to emerge from this,

inextinguishably proud, in service, more perfect,

more saturated with love than she was before

you came and you took.

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Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “1947, a literary journal” June 2017

 

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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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