Friday, September 1, 2017




Come dance with me
In tenor plumes of our ripened apprise
Ventral yearnings fingering along
Crystal cascades of shy desires
Kiss me in the allegro of unwritten dreams
That love shall spell its own cabriole surprise
In our falsetto hearts that ascent to pristine skies.

Hold me ~ between our Souls’ wanderlust . . .
That the timbre of our embrace chant
From all longings we unadmittedly seduced
Hypnotizing touch . . . Fraction of your
Electric-caressing-sting . . . That velvetizes
Seepings of aching rust.

Arcs of whimsical rapture ~ assemble’ of
Jeweled pleasures that stir our amaze
To swelled repose; titillate my senses
To nudge at timid stars in cosmic stillness
Are thus all timeless passions
Memorized … and . . . measured  . . .?

Stirrings . . . Stirrings . . .
There is no ending to the searing gaze
In your eyes reflecting us ~ pulsing with a
Paroxysmic Sun! We’ve only to hold this singular
Moment within our mortal blink …. Oh, my love:

Hath now . . . Eternity just begun?

Copyright ©Susan Joyner-Stumpf®


There are portals in my eyes
Can you enter?
First you must align your resonance
Remember Helios
Thunder swallowed in the sublime abyss
Your mortal cry a blip in a deaf star’s ear
You are fluttering between bone and hieroglyphics
When Saturn’s Rings were babies
Now love is not just around you
It emanates from inside you, peering out
With the infant grasp of virgin touch
As though left imploded from Darwin’s kiss
Touching quasi-darkness-people who
Have lost their empyrean eyes
It’s now your divinity to save them
To heal the wounded child, within
Listen to its abysmal cries
Be a mortar in the crumbling brick, that
Edifice once sadder than frozen space
Unlock Geometry from its spatial residence
Release those who clung to your robes
For it is they who forgot to love your Soul
Walk with me now this celestial road
Paved with memories you don’t yet have
Wings in your pocket have grown dusty and cold
Don’t look back at youth’s frivolous atmosphere
It is a fire you can’t afford
Feel the shift on the cusp of Thor’s wind:

We are infinity beginning all over again!

Copyright ©Susan Joyner-Stumpf®


Between the worlds we alter
I step gently between the footfalls
Of your insolubleness
Assure the alignment is aureole
Tangent collision of our lattice
Not linear degree of its quintessential daydream
Wake up sleepy star
Eternity waits for your chiseled smile
You are remembered in God’s eye
As your own cosmic ether
Lay down the old skin
You will not miss your bones
A new flight takes hold, in Zen
You are as ancient as stones
Written in poems before the thought
Even Icarus1 knew you had wings
Against the cells’ resistance
Metamorphous settles gemstone resolve
Cataclysmic apertures coincide
Refuse the prize of a veiled fever
Sorrow regrets its burning placenta
No room to soothe a jealous fury
Lick the flames of fire’s demise
No Hades now can steal your rapture
Rejuvenate destiny’s Olympian desire
Inside the world’s pooled harbor
It is all unholiness that we shatter.

1 In Greek mythology, Icarus (the Latin spelling, conventionally adopted in English; Ancient Greek: καρος, Íkaros, Etruscan: Vikare[1]) is the son of the master craftsman Daedalus. Often depicted in art, Icarus and his father attempt to escape from Crete by means of wings that his father constructed from feathers and wax.

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SUSAN JOYNER-STUMPF is originally from New Orleans and now calls the Colorado Rockies her home with her husband and menagerie of animal friends.  She has been writing since the age of seven.  It started off as an escape mechanism for Susan, for she was suffering from Childhood Abuse.  After a while, it became a passion, and after 37 published books and still counting, and appearing in over 20 United States AND International Anthologies, the rest is history. Susan started her own Publishing Company two and a half years ago called WILDFIRE PUBLICATIONS, having made her best friend, Deborah Brooks Langford, as Vice-President and Marketing Director.  Together, Deb and Susan are also starting up their own Live Blog Radio Show on Red River Radio Station called RHYTHM AND MUSE INTERVIEWS.  Also, they’ve extended the services of WILDFIRE PUBLICATIONS to include a monthly magazine entitled WILDFIRE PUBLICATIONS MONTHLY MAGAZINE, which is doing quite well. Susan feels that her writing career, spanning over MORE than half her life span thus far, has been a life-long journey of pleasure and pain into that great Unknown.  She writes to help herself as well as to help others heal.  It is Susan’s humble objective to keep the Arts alive as well as to help her readers find oneness in a driven, stressful world strewn with bits and pieces.


  1. Our Awesome wonderful Author and and Publisher Poetess Susan Joyner Stumpf..

  2. Thank you for your support, always, Deb