Allan Jensen

Richmond, CA 94804
United States

With thanks to the TRIPOD group: WELCOME TO SEAMLESS WEB The homepage for those interested in creating web sites. I specialize in helping College and Universitiy Student Employment Offices put their programs on the web. My services include consulting and helping you determine what should be on your web site, if it should be "interactive", That is more than just providing "information" to your clientele (students & employers). I can also consult with you to find the best service providers to help build your web site at the most attractive price and quality. My web site is also for poets and for those whose muse may not have moved the words to paper (or other media, like, the Net), and for other voyuers of good wordsmithing. This homepage is also for Anyone who lives in California (or don't but wish they did), rollerbladers, sailors (including net-surfers) or other similar rapscallions who practice alternative (but legal, moral, non-fat) activities and want to share them on the Net. MARBLEHEAD REMEMBERS was my first (self published) book of poetry. From time-to-time I'd like to share my work from that book as well as some unpublished poems or other commentary. Remember, all of these ARE copywritten, so may not be published in whole or part without my permission. However I do accept critique. Just send me an email note at allanjensen@attbi.com. I also manage rental units in the Marina Bay area of Richmond, California. If you would like to live in a beautiful marine environment, touch bases with me. I know where all the good rentals (and a few for sale) units are.

THOUGHTS OF THE DAY (or week, or month, or until I remember to update):

The "Ancient Ritual Trilogy is the most recent addition to my site. Let me know how you like it

ANCIENT RITUAL TRILOGY

by Allan L. Jensen

I.THE RITUAL

I saw you

In Eastern horizon

There in the canopy

Of stars, a sun arising.

Long before the world

Behind awoke,

You bade adieu to

Orion, who spoke

In ancient ritual.

Your rising ever pale,

Pushing, lifting

Blue midnight veil.

Until it too succumbed

To your silent dowry.

Thus I awoke,

Pyrite hair to pillow me.

I saw you

Awake. Unspoken

We touched and gathered in

The miles as if mere token.

The waves of pillowed tresses

Slowly warmed to greater hue

Streaked and lit

Golden by refracted cloudy dew.

The alabaster tone of

Languid form

Took shape in your embrace

And soothed my angry storm.

II. OUR PLACE

The things of beauty are so few

But constantly there,

Always, and you

Whether in sleep or wake.

The mountain ridge,

The Bristlecone and Pinon pine.

Only my sight, my feel (ing)

Makes it first mine.

Then yours

Then ours

Then infinite.

You are the beauty,

La Pinon

Whose seed bursts forth

When together we keep, your convention.

Induced by compression of time

And distance. Then

At once you are here. All around

Are but shadows

And voices, indistinct

Beats and footsteps of vapors.

Serving only

To bring you closer,

Closer. They, further away.

Until between us is only

Our vanity. The rest,

Locked out.

My friend, my love, at once

You are here, I there

The place is ours alone

To keep.

III. SHADOWS

Western mountain’s

Back-lit shadow

Is in feeble race

Toward on-rushing

Dark side (of the) earth’s rotation.

Clouds, but a momentary

Lovers flame in

Not so much sunset,

As inexorable

Recapture by the

Shadow world.

Darkness rises in the East and

Chases retreating occidental light.

My fire illumines only a

Fearful face against

The rapscallions of approaching night.

Sleep, gentle sleep, my only

Bulwark here.

Shut out dancing shadows until

You again appear

In my dreams.

You are my dreams.

My only holy light

Who lifts the midnight veil

And gently lays beside me

Melding dreams that now prevail.

This next was accepted for publication in the "National Library of Poetry"

MY LOVE AWAKENS

In the morning hours
When your face is
Washed with dawn’s
First tiny sliver,
My love awakens.

I watch your features
Resolve from shadowed
Pillow creases, from
My vantage of waking
Some time before.
I pleasure in the quiet
Lust of this morning
Voyeurism, and
My love awakens.

Gentle breaths and eyelashes
Flutter in dreaming.
A sigh, a moan, a turn
Tells me that soon
My love awakens.

This got a lot of good critque on "POETRY-W". This is the revised work.

IN FIRE'S LIGHT
by Allan Jensen

In fire's light, with wine
Your eyes belie
A gentle presence.

Notes from my guitar
Fill darkened corners
Softening your essence.

Your smile belies
Reservation, loosely guarded
By convention.

Come share in you and i,
For the moment's worth
Is surely finite

And will be lost,
Perhaps not regained
Save in our memory

And may not come again
For you
Or me.

Copywrite 1980

This one is also published in the National Library of Poetry

NIGHT, THEATER OF YOUR DREAMS

As day travels into dusk
And dusk turns toward midnight hour
Eyes close as weary-weighted gravity
Lowers ego to id,
Consciousness to unconsciousness.

Sleep.
And bring unto all
Night's theater of dreams.
Where convention dissolves
And freedom falls
Where it may.

Dream of me love
From night’s fall to dawn.
Let evening’s sweet scent be mine
And the soft rustling of your nakedness abed
Remind and signal my arrival
In sleep’s unfettered visions

Until, and only when
Your Dreams condense
And you resolve to save but one moment
For tomorrow's dream come true,
You'll awaken.

Allan Jensen

Hours fall upon hours, Day upon day.

Slowly they come

And are quickly away,

Without you.

Dreams become real,

And slowly our day is approaching.

Meanwhile, only night

Tranquilizes and keeps these

Uneasy hours at bay.

Until, dawn awakens

Yet another counting of hours.

Comes sunlight

Blue-white, and warming

Or misty rain,

Soft muffler of gray.

In either,

I love you,

In trackless sand,

On the Vineyard-head.

For I've been there before

And will be again,

With you.

Take my hand, beside me

Stand before the winds and storm

Whither they blow

They end,

Turning to buttermilk sky, back lit

By sun, then moonlight's fainter glow.

And wend we our way

Remembering,

Through fields of heather, seaside,

Inland

Together we go

Together we stay,

Together,

Remembering together.

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IN MY OPINION (Sites I visit often)

Tripod
The Riley Guide (use the net to find a job)
My Office's Homepage
Liszt (find discussion groups)
USA Citylink (find lots of web stuff here)
The Poetry Garden
Poetic Future Express
The Rhyming Dicionary
RareForm (My eldest Daughter's Rock Band)

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