Richard Angilly is president of the Ina Coolbrith Circle of Poets which brings together poets of the greater San Francisco Bay Area with monthly meetings for programs about poetry, socializing and opportunities to read and be inspired by others. Richard is also the primary poet for Natica Angilly’s Poetic Dance Theater Company. With this troupe, he has traveled with his wife, Natica, to perform on five continents, in front of kings and other dignitaries, and be lauded as the world’s first dance troupe which is dedicated solely to combining dance and poetry as a unified art form. Richard also creates Poetry Bytes, colorful canvases combining his short poems and his unique line drawings. www.coolpoetry.org www.dancingpoetry.com richardaei@aol.com
To hear Richard read his prize winning poem, strange symbols, please go to www.coolpoetry.org and click on Po-Bowl then click on Richard Angilly.
Tai Shan, Shandong Province, China, 2005, Richard Angilly (far right) reads his poem, Wind Music, for a performance of Natica Angilly’s Poetic Dance Theater Company during the 19th World Congress of Poets.
WIND MUSIC by Richard Angilly, Richmond, California, USA
Wind music chants the rite stays for the days of my season Wind music soothes the feel sweetens the smell moves my spirit to its beauty Wind music lifts my mind pours effervescence inside ! Wind music, lay upon my soul ! I’ve come here to live I’ve come to this place in time Wind music runs thru my fingersmoves my spirit its eternity Wind music pulses sharpens me, reaches flows thru, absolutely — nothing ! Wind music soars encompasses all holds absolutely — nothing ! Wind music rocks swoons her passionate touch Wind music sweeps clears me free in the wind I’m caught in the rhythm sylph to the breeze as flowing, liquid notes pour their cool fluid serenity I’m wind music This poem was published in Laurel Leaves, 2007 and has been performed at many poetic events including China, Reno, San Francisco
BON VOYAGE by Richard Angilly Winds of strange born destinies range my limits. Immortals dine amidst the stars’ banquet. I give them my feet my earthbound dust to be resouled. I fly — upon the fog’s carpet above the trees above the ridges out past the Channel Islands. Lightness commands my body’s density. I welcome this new trick this unearthly flight. My voice is lifted to lessen my weight. —bon voyage !
This poem was published in Laurel Leaves, 2007 and has been performed at many poetic events including Reno, San Francisco
YOU’RE THERE by Richard Angilly
It was not the waves —warm hands caressing your body, flipping a turning tide onto you. It was not the Gulf heat curling you into its spell. No, it had to be the clatter of shell stumbling and twirling all around you, whirling your senses through the void — out of all these seas in the galaxy —beyond bright Venus, beyond Neptune — beyond all this crackling vastness combing you, within its stare. Ah, there ! It has all become you, and you have become its clattering shell — its form, its very wear and tear —you’ve become it, you’re there !
This poem was published in Laurel Leaves, 2007 and has been performed at many poetic events including Reno, San Francisco
