#original poetry by Phoenix M.T. Noah

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mythic themes.  mental health.  boundaries for everyone’s safety.  the evils of late stage capitalism.  enjoy!

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Poetic Mischief in the Park with Tanja Wagner (International Featured Poet #1, from Germany), Thomas Herlofsen (International Featured Poet #2, from Norway), and Heather Gartman (Mountain Folk Featured Poet, from West Virginia, USA) all present by reading. All pieces performed with permission from their Poets, all rights retained by their Poets. Jhessail performs two of their new punk songs (WOO HOO!) and reads Wagner. Khrysanthe shares her latest fashion upcycled brilliance and reads Herlofsen. Colleen reads Herlofsen, Gartman, and her own work. Phoenix reads her own works.

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Dirge by Phoenix M.T. Noah is a poem for the free tier of At the Sign of the Fox & Phoenix on Patreon!

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A free access poem by Phoenix M.T. Noah

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Poetic Mischief in the Park with Phoenix M.T. Noah (poet) and Colleen Asla Dobbin (MC/Videographer). 14 December 2022, Kitsap County, Washington State, USA.

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Wild Fox

Every song I ever sing Speaks of your nature, Wild Fox.

Every boundary I ever set Speaks of what you taught me, My Dearest Love.

Every wound I’ve ever taken Speaks of my devotion to you, Clearer of the Way.

Every dance I’ll ever dance Speaks of our Eternal Passion, O Dancer of Ends & of Beginnings.

Every moment without you, Every agonizing moment

Not looking into your eyes Not nestled into your chest, Not listening to the rhythm of your heart -

Every nanosecond Aches beyond belief

Nothing wounds my soul more Than Your absence Wild Fox

He of every Name and None He of many myths & legends

bringer of Gifts, bringer of Knowledge bringer of Truth

(and every uncomfortable layer enfolded in that word’s definition)

He who sings the morning in Wine cup in one hand, Tea in the other Face ruddy with joy And exertion

My own soul, Wild Fox, You are the very fulcrum

Upon which All of what I am Is balanced

On your Jester’s Glamour On your warrior’s style

Flimsies I’m told

‘He’s a liar,’ I’m told.

‘He’ll betray you at the first moment He finds it possible,’

I’m told.

Ah, little human Small child,

You’ve read the Dishonorable One's Propaganda against the Fox that passes now for Truths about Him.

Little One, this was not poor Snorri’s fault.

Then you read the Marvel Tales, Then you watched them on a screen.

You do not know The Wild Fox You only think you do.

From the moment, Many worlds ago,

I saw him enter my Father’s Court The suns behind him Framing him in a fiery melam

And then he smiled.

I was lost from that moment. And even now A million, million years from then

Only the Wild Fox Holds my heart Holds my soul

Is the answer to every question The solace for every fear The only one

I have ever Or will ever Love.

Dizzy, He fell out the airlock onto this young world Full of Life

Blue then, Many arms (well, as many as he needed - He’s a Shifter, deal with it)

Blue now And oh my heart We met so far away

We meet again For the first time Every lifetime

I cannot wait to Drown in his scent again.

Ever the same Ever changing. Ever my own. Ever only my Soul's Delight

Immortal Wild Fox of Many Names of Older Stars than These

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Fenrir’s Mother, a spoken word album, and Chasing the Fox’s Pearl: Patron Exclusives At the Sign of the Fox & Phoenix over on Patreon!

Patrons of Phoenix M.T. Noah over AT THE SIGN OF THE FOX & PHOENIX, fabulous co-creators of joyous Poetic Mischief now have access to their free downloadble pdf copy of the annual poetry book, CHASING THE FOX'S PEARL, which comes in at 117 pages.

Those lucky ducks also have access to the only free copies of the spoken word album FENRIR'S MOTHER by Thomas Herlofsen of the Norwegian rock band, THOMAS & THE LOVE RUG, and myself.  Thomas took my words and turned them into magic. Reading his poem RAINSILENT, the final track, was a delight.   You can hear Thomas’ voice, on what is, for me, the second most difficult poem on the album - Tabula Rasa.

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Poetic Mischief in the Park at Fish Park, Poulsbo, Washington, USA!  Meet in front of the park map at 1:30 p.m., 14 January, 2023!  Bring your poems, stories, dances & let us perform!

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a new poem by Phoenix M.T. Noah.  This one has physics references, Lord Shiva, and a deep sense of awe. THE TEXT OF THE POEM:

I sing the quiet pre-dawn hues whilst dragon mist announces truths uncomfortable for those who dance along the length of day.

The music of gravitation waves of elusive muons laughing at our futilities de-spiring those who sing of hypersimplicities for one look and realities collapse to observed singularity.

I see the Cosmic Dancer place his foot just there -delicate, a motion made of bliss- one hand lifted holding up the skies for this and many other worlds.

His invitation compelling; one hand offered to the frail mortal being before him

I bow before the augustness of all of time and all of space trembling I accept his offered hand

and too my foot falls just there

in time we move a dance so old no living being has ever failed to dance it all unknowing

the mystery is only love that unconditional string that ties but does not bind

the mystery is how we Become that Beauty which is truth complex & unadorned

the mystery

the mystery

they mystery

is Life

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Two poems I wrote on the same day.  Vastly different emotional states.  Enjoy.

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[IMAGE DESCRIPTION:   a dark blue night sky shot through with stars.  A poem, titled Starsea, is written on it.  Text below.] navigating the starsea only peace allows the catching of the beacon

silence helps but not in oppression freedom of the heart

in love so deep only a lotus can find the bottom by Phoenix M.T. Noah