Mata Hari

With grace, charm and seductive moves which
also moved her audience into unbearable frenzy
she had European upper-crust eating from the
palm of her hands

Like willows in a breeze their fever
for her rose, ready to explode as she
removed herself from sheathes
of loose, undulating clothes.

But soon other real charges were laid
no mending fences between
warring factions and, no defense
on her behalf was made by
countless uniformed lovers
on all sides of the war.

Leaves rustle as a dawn firing squad
stood in solid line
Twelve men, brittle, unbending
as the sword dropped and, before
bullets whistled their piercing screams
Mata Hari blew them all a kiss.

~*~

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Mata Hari’s story has always fascinated me.  That she was a consummate seductress and enjoyed many sexual relationships with multiple men in uniform is never in doubt but, it has never really been proven if she truly was a spy, a double agent, or not. Apparently there are secret documents that will be opened to public view in 2017 which may set the record straight about her spying both for the French, Germans and the English during World War One. Some say she was just ‘set up’ and that the man who could clear her name wouldn’t testify for fear of being arrested himself.
The French tried her as a spy, found her guilty and it’s said that she refused the blindfold or to be tied, she wanted to look them in the eyes and, she blew them a kiss. Who knows… she was one fiesty woman though.

You can read about her here Mata Hari or on Wikipedia

 

 

Re-posted from a couple of years ago

Drifting

falling-angels-feathers-bluePainting pictures in the sky
days drift
one into the other

lazily

time passes
and I too drift

carried on
thought clouds

light as a feather’s soft
tickle and caress.

Back to a place of calm
which had been all too elusive
after the last of the storm.

She is there
radiating the sun’s warmth
onto my skin
smiling at my content.

I’m not in competition
no game to win or lose
no more woe or worry
of lies or half truths.

None of it matters anymore

I go with the flow now
and simply

become the moment.

~*~

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Awakening

shhhhBe still for once and
let the silence win.

For…

it’s in pure silence that
all truth is found.

Silence of the mind

to heal, to learn, to share,
to live, to love.

In silence we can reach that place
that oh so elusive plateau called
serenity
and with serenity comes

Awakenings.

A steady flow.
A slow opening of the heart and soul
in ripples of thought which seep
through the walls we build
rising to the surface, finally
…to breathe.

In silence we are at ‘one’

Battles fought and lost
in inner rage are
gone as new enlightenment
floods the soul.

In silence we realise
the future doesn’t just belong
to those of us who dream

but…

those who believe in
their own awakening.

~**~

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The divine

SunriseRighteousnessFotoliaPure
naked
fragile

words fly on a
whispering wind

So volatile is hope
spreading
as shadows of ghosts arrive
from another place
another time.

Gathering into silent sentences
from somewhere deep
avoiding storm clouds
we attempt to
touch the divine.

~*~

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Risk

3bbad79f08a5b54e19e34c03602112a8 (1)Through foggy windows
thoughts are raindrops
sliding down the pane

Fingers trace their
line of fall
but stop
as they dissolve.

A smile penetrates
the gloomy grayness of
a day spent searching
without knowing
…for what.

Eyes cannot lie
they speak in a
million tongues
what words may
never say

Waves chop and change
their flow whichever
way the wind blows

A loving heart
a loving soul
never wonders

if it’s too far to go
and too much to bear
to risk it all
for love.

~*~

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Time

HourglassSand slips through
the hourglass

but time is as
immortal as love
and, cannot be contained.

A hand reaches for a memory
to hold for a few precious
moments before another
grain falls.

~*~

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Too Soon

SleepingI’ve surrendered
fallen eagerly into
tenderness of
nights caress

returned to the healing
touch of darkness
where the waves dance
across the edge of my dreams
and light skips over stars
a thousand miles apart
…yet none.

Could this be
a love theme
playing just for me
an escape into the
living waters flow
of purest energy.

A pianist strokes his keys
light as a feather touch
to naked skin
and I tremble, sweep
into the sweetest
of slumber

knowing that I’ll
awaken all

too soon.

~*~

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