Mr. 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.
Mr. Richard is also the primary poet for Ms. Natica Angilly’s Poetic Dance Theater Company. With this troupe, he has traveled with his wife, Ms. 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.
Mr. Richard also creates Poetry Bytes, colorful canvases combining his short poems and his unique line drawings.
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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 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
