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"appearing", "backs", "bars", "bites", "black", "body", "bottles", "brick", "buildings", "chewing", "digesting", "domes", "downs", "eating", "encounters", "excitement", "eyeglasses", "fast", "fingers", "glass", "glasses", "golf", "green", "hair", "hands", "heads", "height" "three", "heritage", "hockey", "interest", "interlude", "interviews", "kitten", "language", "laughter", "leaning", "learning", "lengths", "life", "limes", "lines", "loudness", "loving", "mandatory", "meals", "men", "mixtures", "mouths", "new", "openings", "opposites", "overdone", "prelude", "punishing", "rehearse", "Relationships", "responses", "settling", "shirts", "six", "steady", "storeys", "teeth", "television", "throwing", "trees", "trends", "turtlenecks", "ups", "waving", "well", "white", "width", "wine", "women", "yellow", Color, Photography, Poetry
In Color, Photography, Poetry on July 3, 2010 at 10:58 pm
Limes & Gladiolas
Sitting by the Limes
Hockey on T.V.
Left Side (L.S.)
Dark-haired Man
in black turtleneck
Far Right (F.R.)
All shapes & colors
of glass bottles
in between L.S. & F.R.
“Domes of Glasses”
Man with dark
hair, white golf
shirt & trendy
eyeglasses at
opposite end of bar
(O.E.O.B.)
and out past O.E.O.B.
a heritage brick
BLDG 6 storeys
high with 3 trees – light green dark green yellow-green mix
Woman with
long hair
Heads thrown
back, mouths
open wide:
showing strong
white teeth
Laughter, loud,
overdone, new
relationship
excites.
Hands waving
up, back & forth
up & down very
fast, now steadied
by a glass of wine.
He manfully
eats & chews
his meal as if
he has taken
big bites of her
and is digesting
this encounter.
His hard &
punishing body
language softens
with his “kitten”
next to him &
he begins to
settle into an
interview by
learned response.
The line is the
same well
rehearsed,
mandatory prelude
to a loving interlude
Her finger waves
& points, he leans
forward, appearing
interested.
Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets
"bleeding", "boiling", "brightness", "carving", "control", "craziness", "cruelty", "days", "escape", "excitement", "fame", "fortune", "freedom", "frowns", "future", "gains", "girls", "goodness", "hair", "haze", "heart", "life", "love", "men", "Milleniums", "mystery", "nitro", "oppression", "paper", "places", "rewards", "Sambuca", "Sirocco", "smiles", "sword", "thighs", "thinness", "toil", "welfare", "white", "wood", "worlds", "years", Photography, Poetry
In Photography, Poetry on June 9, 2010 at 3:28 am
"Paper White"
I’m paper, I’m wood,
Others say I’m not good.
I bleed & I boil
In Millenium toil.
Sambuca’s my nitro,
I don’t have a right to,
Fame, Fortune, Gain or Reward.
My mind’s going crazy,
My future is hazy,
My Love’s pierced my heart with his sword.
50 years of days being a good little girl,
Have led me to places where others are cruel,
Welfare to West Van, I saw the way,
To escape all oppression, and brighten each day,
It worked for awhile,
then life wore me down,
and the man that I love
changed his smile
to a frown.
I’ve let my hair down,
I want to be me,
excited and wanton
and explicitly free,
Mysterious nights, Sirocco days,
Love in my heart,
my thighs, and my ways.
I’m going to control me,
I’m going to be thin,
let others in
To my world carved from life.
Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets
"beauty", "bodies", "brain", "cells", "chaos", "chocolate", "cigars", "cocaine", "cologne", "Commercial Drive", "concentration", "drama", "ears", "emotions", "filming", "ginger", "globe", "grooving", "insignificance", "junkers", "languages", "life", "lips", "love", "men", "meshing", "metal", "movies", "nerves", "noises", "noses", "piercing", "repetition", "satellites", "Saturday nights", "screens", "searches", "senses", "shouting", "shrieks", "smoke", "space", "sweat", "T.V.", "tattoos", "teeth", "The Drive", "Vancouver B.C.", "voices", Poetry
In Poetry on May 29, 2010 at 10:31 pm
October 31/November 1, 1997.
PASSING A DARK
CHOCOLATE DIPPED
GINGER SPEAR PAST
MY LIPS, I INHALE
THE MYSTERIOUS
PERFUME OF CIGAR
SMOKE. IT GIVES A
RICH & EXOTIC FLAVOUR
TO THE SUGARY
CHOCOLATE PASSING
BETWEEN MY LIPS
AND TEETH.
UP ANOTHER GROOVY
BLOCK, A NON-
INDIVIDUAL CON-
CENTRATES HARD
OVER A SMALL CRUMB
OF COCAINE. ROCK,
SO MINISCULE, KNIFE
OVERPOWERS, BEADS
OF SWEAT FROZEN
ABOVE BROW, NOW!
TOO HARD AND IT WILL
SKID INTO FINITE
SPACE, REALITY
STOPPED TOO SMALL
TO MAKE A DIFFER-
ENCE, TOO INSIGNIFICANT
~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~
UP ANOTHER CHAOTIC
BLOCK, NOISE FUELS
THE SPACE, FILLS THE
HEAD. T.V. SATELLITE,
BOOMING JUNKERS,
VOICES, LOUD. ALL
TONES, ALL PITCHES,
LANGUAGES, MENTALITIES
EMOTIONS, DRAMA,
~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~
I’M IN A MOVIE,
SILENT CAMERAS.
FILMING NEVER
CEASES, FILLS EACH
NERVE, EVERY BRAIN
CELL, COMPLETING
SENSES.
~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~
SHOUTING, THE
GLOBE REVEALS
ITSELF ON 5 SCREENS
PLAYING SIMULTANEOUSLY
INCESSANTLY,
~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~
SEARCH FOR SIGNIFICANCE.
~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~
PIERCING SHRIEKS,
PIERCING EARS,
PIERCING NOSES, NOISES
AND ALL OTHER
BODY PARTS. TATTOO
YOU.
SHARP PENETRATION
OF MEN’S COLOGNE
ADAMANTLY AND
REPEATEDLY,
VOCALLY
~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~
SUDDENLY,
HE CAME!
~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~
FUSING BEAUTY
& HEAVY METAL
~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~
MESHING
Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets
"awakenings", "brightness", "chambers", "classical", "clinging", "covers", "cries", "design", "ecstasy", "faces", "grace", "heart", "joy", "L.P.'s", "life", "linens", "longings", "males", "minds", "nerves", "passion", "pathways", "persuasions", "pleasure", "power", "reminiscing", "romance novels", "rooms", "savage", "serenity", "silence", "soul", "strings", "stripes", "torture", "veins", "violin", "windows", "women", "yellow", Books, Photography, Poetry
In Photography, Poetry on May 22, 2010 at 7:35 pm
"Yellow-Striped Violins"
Yellow-Striped Violin
The heart rides the strings of the bow
against the silence
Cries escape from a pleasure never known
Now a torturous ecstasy
as passion is released
as passion escapes
in all directions of the soul
Slack-faced, mind driven asunder
in the sonance of a women freshly loved
A woman taken by the powerful
longing of a male presence
clinging to the life of the strings
Joy pulsating!
Veins open
Serenity resides along inner chambers
Nerves become pathways of grace
An awakening at a window
with linens so bright
they light the room.
"... reminiscing the covers of Romance Novels and Classical L.P.'s"
Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets
"arms", "artists", "birds", "branches", "claws", "cones", "feet", "greetings", "jackpines", "life", "lifetimes", "needles", "rings", "souls", "sun", "trunks", "wind", Poetry
In Poetry on May 21, 2010 at 4:44 am
"Cones"
Jackpine
how many artists
have caught the
wind in your branches.
How many birds
maneuver
their claw-like
feet
between your sharp
needles.
How many suns
have you greeted
and raised your arms to.
How many souls
have sat with their
back against your
tough rough trunk.
Jackpine how many
lifetimes will you
see in us. How many
rings do we have.
Pinus Banksiana
Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets
"darkroom series", "falling", "filling", "forms", "heart", "help", "horses", "leaves", "letters", "life", "melodies", "pages", "palomino", "purity", "reading", "road", "sadness", "stars", "statue", "strength", "tango", "voids", "worn", Photography, Poetry
In Photography, Poetry on May 10, 2010 at 7:47 am
No. 3 from: “The Darkroom Series”
Star Worn
She fell
and read
from the leaves
of her heart
a page
worn down to
letters.
No further help’s
been sent
to fill
the void.
She road the
palomino
to the
stars.
It soon took
the form
of a statue
so pure,
so sad,
so strong.
Tango to
life’s
melody.
"She Eyes"
Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets
"bleakness", "cave", "cry", "darkness", "darkroom series", "distance", "falling", "life", "light", "lines", "lives", "mind", "mines", "mouth", "scarlet", "shine", "thoughts", "time", "transfusions", "undertow", "weeping", Photography, Poetry
In Photography, Poetry on May 9, 2010 at 3:18 am
No . 2 from: “The Darkroom Series”
Far Away We Weep
A Scarlet Line
led to the mine.
Lives were lost
before their time.
Where did they
go
before the fall,
What was their
thought,
if any.
Too dark
too bleak
a cry beyond
the cave.
A mouth
away.
A light shone
far away.
Till then we weep.
Too soon to
go away
into,
the
undertow.
"Far Away We Weep"
Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets
"bananas", "bridges", "cake", "completion", "crying", "darkroom series", "deletion", "elk", "falling", "flying", "grasping", "ground", "hell", "knowing", "life", "lying", "moon", "paper", "people", "revealing", "sky", "swaying", "sweetness", "tune", "walks", "work", "world", Photography, Poetry
In Photography, Poetry on May 8, 2010 at 6:41 am
No. 1 from: “The Darkroom Series”
Grasp Unfaltering Ground
The sky fell back,
all was revealed,
A cake walked by,
A banana peeled.
Flying elk.
Bridges fell, All the world
had gone to hell!
Too sweet too long
Now all is gone.
Paper crying,
People lying,
Forward going
others knowing.
Stay in tune.
Sway with the moon,
don’t be deleted
until life’s work
is completed.
"Sway with the Moon"
Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets
"breaks", "breezes", "crystalize", "darkroom series", "fireworks", "flowers", "hover", "life", "money", "murmurs", "nights", "novels", "outcasts", "plans", "play", "sighs", "silence", "stars", "tears", "teddy bear", "thoughts", "trains", Photography, Poetry
In Photography, Poetry on May 5, 2010 at 5:53 am
No. 4 from: “The Darkroom Series”
“Teddy Thoughts”
Land mines, tears,
Too late to
crystalize the
thought.
Teddy Bears
Summer breezes,
novels, hearts,
and flowers.
Slow nights,
the sound of trains,
level plans
and money too late
to play. The stars
stay up at night.
Fireworks breaks
through
silent thinking.
Murmurs,
sighs & out cast
words hover in
the night.
"Teddy staying up at night"
Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets
"ages", "amber", "arborite", "bills", "black bean paste", "booths", "bums", "chill", "claims", "craze", "dog-leg", "dollars", "dome", "dough", "downtown", "fifties", "gender", "gloves", "hands", "hugging", "insides", "junk food", "life", "New Town Bakery", "nothing", "orange", "packages", "people", "personal writing", "phone booth", "plastic", "rain", "refills", "rooms", "shelf", "sidewalks", "spitting", "steam", "streets", "sun", "tabletop", "tea", "temperature", "upholstery", "waking", "white", "wood", "work", Photography, Poetry
In Photography, Poetry on April 29, 2010 at 12:11 am
Early downtown,
people looked like they
were hugging the warmth of
their waking hours against them.
The sidewalks held damp and
chill
from overnight rain.
The sun can’t quite
make it out.
People are all over spitting,
the latest craze since
bums spit over our clean streets
in the fifties.
It’s all ages and genders now.
I duck into a warm booth at the back of
New Town Bakery.
Orange plastic upholstery
and
a wood-alike arborite tabletop.
The plastic glass containing amber tea
is room temperature.
I have it replaced with
a hot one
to warm my hards
from the cold gloves
I’ve worn.
I play with the dome
of steamed white dough
secreting black bean paste inside.
The bill is a dollar, fifty-eight.
How is this possible.
I leave three dollars and half the
hot refill of tea.
I will not have people working
for nothing.
"Claiming Unopened Packages of Junk Food Left on Shelf in Phone Booth"
Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets
