Thursday, 18 April 2024

One Poem by Moe Seager

 



Oblivion Magic

 

Unity

Bread to the mouth

Milk to the lips

Tongue to the nipple

Tender loin bathes in the honey of your hive

Tender pleasures our lives

Separate and shared

Under my sun, your moon

Round as butt cakes

Cupped in my hands

Yours upon my cheeks

Descending

The deep wells of your eyes

Fires of orgasm and prayer

Burning us to death

And rebirth

We give one to another

That we may lie and rise again

Horizons broad

As curved shoulders

We clutch with melting fingers

In the final moment

Letting go

Everything precious

This life gives us

Such short time

Moe Seager


From Moe's collection We Want Everything, Onslaught press.







Moe Seager is a poet and jazz & blues vocalist who sings his poems on stages in Paris, New York and elsewhere and has recorded 2 jazzpoetry c.d.s. Moe is the Paris Jazz Poet Laureate.

Seager founded and hosts Angora Poets (Paris) World Café,100 Thousand Poets for Change Paris and is one of the coordinators for le Fédération des Poètes Paris.

He has 5 collections of poetry and currently publishes with Onslaught press, Oxford, U.K. Other poetry collections are issued from the French Ministry of Culture –

Dream Bearers,1990.

One World, Cairo Press –in Arabic translation, 2004

We Want Everything in French translation, les Temps des Cirises, Paris, 1994

Perhaps, La Maison de la Poesie, Grenoble, France, 2006

Fishermen and Pool Sharks Busking editions, London, 1992

Additionally Seager won a Golden Quill Award (USA) for investigative journalism,1989 and received an International Human Rights award from the Zepp foundation, 1990.

He teaches writing in Paris.


Keep the Beat on the Pulse of Life!
Moe Seager

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