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Smoke - Dust From the Past -

Smoke (Charades)

Abaft the weather bent the time
outside the ship, around the shore
we saw its smoke in airy climb,
to fumigate from now to yore.

The fume was rising from the two
tall funnels covering its shape
with darkened soot, while dead its crew
was calling us behind its drape.

The smoke was dancing back and forth
persuading us to move and sway;
Ironic shined the star of North
reluctant breeze slid down the brae.

We thought it was the ship's horn or
three sailor ghosts that danced charades,
behind the smoke, our nightly chore
had mimicked them outside of Hades.

As smoke was covering the land,
some scattered lights that blinked and cried,
diffused away at its demand
until forgotten, sank and died.

We followed thence, the engines' chug
to dance around two skyward lines
where hung the ship's torn island flag
and our charades that drown'd in brines.

© 10-14-2013, All Rights Reserved
(Iambic Tetrameter)

This poem was first posted in the past under the title "Smoke (Charades)".


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STILL WINTER

Dead Winter Stray~ By: Poet Destroyer

Nearby paces, Combatants lost under the cemetery walls,
“Blessed Men and Heavenly Remedy Women of Ages,”
Feelings of dance at the beginning of nightfall,
Scenery of fire, sadness passing this history page,
In that distant curve, somewhere nears the sundown stream.
Far away from the vision of mortal eyes,
A child plays as beautiful and pale like the sunrise.
She plays on the coast this beautiful but pale, sun raised child.
Pursuing nature, in a hushed angelic lucidity,
“In hushed angelic lucidity!”
Fragile fastened, to those adequate bones.
Profound deepness beneath the snow winder dust,
Below the memoirs of her floating vessel,
Reminisces of water drowning down rivers and streams,
A shattered female kneels in salvation.
An anvil so heavy it troubles the mind.
Lost in profoundness, in what might have been.
What was, for a moment in this period?
The grimness of her weak vessel dwells.
A lifeless winter strays around. 
An album so old and dusty,
A christening gown not ever embraced.
Infinite, the woman and pale child of sunrise,
Soften footfalls beating out the torments.
Countless nights seeing the day of unspoken headstones,
Feelings of dance will never rest this heartache.
Eternity, in a dance of unconditional need,
Their hearts unite as one...
A closing of mother and child…     
~BY: PD~

Dead Winter~ By: Catie Lindsey 

There walks Warriors in that graveyard,
Holy Men and Medicine Women of ages;
at night you can see their Spirits dance,
setting fire to history's pages.
In that far corner, up by the stream,
far from the eyes of publicity,
she plays on the shore, beautiful Raylene,
catching poly-wogs, in silent lucidity.
In silent lucidity.
Brittle now, those fine bones,
deep beneath the snow drifts of winter,
beneath the memories of her body afloat
down rivers and streams of Remember.
A broken woman kneels in prayer,
a heavy weight on a burdened mind,
somewhere deep in what could have been,
what was, for a moment in time.
The grayness of her frail body lingers,
in a dead winter of the unborn,
on page forty-nine in the family album,
in a baptismal gown never worn.
Together they dance,the woman and the child,
their soft footfalls pounding out the sorrows
of many days at a worn out headstone,
many dances to come, many tomorrows.
Together they dance, The Woman's Dance,
their hearts as one...
the woman and the child.
~By: Catie Lindsey~

(for Catie's: Re-write contest..) 


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Zuzuni on the badlands

Zuzuni on the badlands

Montana's muddy badlands spread for thirty seven miles
along a cleft of sandstone bed, eroded years before; 
the chestnut paced upon the bare of grass and well worn aisles
and I wore two new Navy Colts, of gauging forty four
beneath the noon light that defines but also eyes beguiles.

An anchorite, some years ago, upon the ridge of Grapes
where monasteries in the clouds are reaching out to God, 
I learned to draw and shoot amidst the fog's white waving drapes
and prayed til the time was ripe t' abandon this abode, 
cause solitude was molding deeds, constringing, thus, escapes.

I saw them waiting on the trail; three bandits stood apart: 
Coyote Chit, Cheesecake Labif and Mambo-Jumbo Crock
with cross-tied low their pistols stood, assumptive and upstart
bemocking fools who patented their e'er noetic block
that teachers, tho', could not explain; not even wise Descartes! 

My shots intended at their guns, the hoisted hammers broke;
I ordered them to start the dance that turns the clouds to rain
the land was in compelling need, as turf and plants evoked
the sympathy of Heavens that magnanimous ordained
the good ol' boys (and volunteers) to dance the rain's refrain.

Coyote was allowed to dance a prominent gavotte
meanwhile Labif's romantic soul preferred a marigold
but Crock's mazurka had untied the nimbus' Gordian knot
and rain began to pour upon those who the skies extolled
heroic men were meant to be, defining, thus, a blot.

Zuzuni, the Algonquin chief, had noticed this ordeal
and marveled at the outlaws forms, that caused the skies to rain
in order so, to buy the fools he offered a good deal
fourteen strong horses for each man, who danced to ascertain
that rains returned upon the slopes and also on the plains.

© 2014-10-15, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(Iambic heptameter)

Contest Name: Sketch a Character
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The Playground

We are all in the devil's playground, 
now watch as I breach over and hold on to God's hand real tight. 


~
#1. The underground is never lonely, to many hot dates. 

#2. The host and the guest never seem to rest.

#3. The light will always shine upon my soul, no matter the shadow.
~

BY; PD


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There is a place

There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth .
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold. 

This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here .

This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another .
All Flowers are equal here .

It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed .
For  the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No  one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another .

 money holds no value ,  Where you live , what you own,  has no significance here .

You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens .
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you . 
Hate will be shed at the door light a old jacket of no use. 

There is a place of beauty and  Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth .
It is a place where no one person is better then another .


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A season's dance


avant-garde

What art thou, splendid maid, inclined to verse?
Upon the skies, the stars thy words rehearse.

The darkness cometh with a Fall's request
while in thy kitchen, Gail, should do your best;

for spicy tastes the famous bard now begs
but you regaled his pleas with two boiled eggs.

The Eros Iamb feet, sung by the sire,
repeated are by stray cats' alto choire.

while resonant, of music flaws he shuns,
cats meow at him, from two deep tin trash cans.

Your bucket-full of water then, is thrown,
to fall upon his head and new iphone.

Enchanted so, thou callest the fine bard,
to dance with you Fall's jazzy avant-garde.

© G. V., 10-03-2013
(Iambic pentameter)


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Archangel

Archangel

I sensed the dance of clouds and windy drawl,
fast moving marionettes of moonlight,
conceived they passed the crannies of the soul,
and intersected solitude forthright.

The dusk descended when 'Archangel' crossed
the sight of island men, remote like wraith
and huge the blackened ship's displacement bossed
the nautilus stunned stares and childhood's faith.

Monotonous the bagpipes led to trance,
- autonomous the ship's insistent horn,
invited us to some unworldly dance
the ship regaled; that stung our souls like thorn.

We danced inside the rain while ghost bag pipes
were interlaced by sea's baptismal notes,
- betrothal waved the blue and white flag stripes,
- like coffins cradled round the wooden boats.

Embarked were we, according to their song,
thence sailed infinity upon the brines,
tho' Harpies from the ghostly mists, along,
the Hades' treated us, communion wines.

© 05-14-2013, G.Venetopoulos
(Iambic Pentameter)


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Romany Gypsy

With flashing eyes she did enthral
as to the beat of drums she danced
a wild flamingo with clacking castanets
her wide hooped skirt was all a-swirl

Golden earrings sparkling and flashing
heels looking impossibly high as she twirls
her eyes flashing enticing messages 
as the men flock to her a mocking laugh

Siren of the senses as well she knows
she taunts and teases as she grabs hold
only to push her admirer head over heels
leaving him stunned and dazed in the dirt

In a puff of smoke she vanishes from view
long rolls of drums call to her to come back
the men look in vain for her return
a soft voice enticingly calls from the shadows

Singing of long journeys to far away exotic places
of caravan wheels swishing and of horses gavotting
of smokey camp fires bristling with full cauldrons
no clue to what lies within just enticing smells

She tells of lovers she has known in distant past
entreating the men, who try their luck to no avail
she sits brushing her long raven black hair of curls
and the sparks fly giving her an ethereal appearance

The fires die low and still she has not yet chosen
it seems she is waiting for someone not now here
flashes of lightening fork across the sullen skies
and the skies open in deluges of rain and thunder

As her admirers scatter seeking shelter she laughs
spinning round and round hair flying out scattering
droplets that glisten and sparkle in pale light
at last she crumbles done to the sodden ground 

A mighty flash of lightening rends the sky in half
highlighting a jet black horse rearing up high
she runs forward laughing he is here, he has come
her gypsy king, he swings her up before him and turns

As the summer storm fades the last fork shows
the two lovers high-lit on the rolling hill
then gone, gone to their secret place of tryst
she leaves lingering memories in men's minds of what might have been


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The witches winds are blowing

                  
                                               
 The Santa Ana's are here, and the moon is clear. 
There is a mystic in the air that whispers in my ear.
  Is this a peaceful feeling or does it carry fear ? 

What is the passion and hot fragrence of orange blossom that is pulling me a different way , as if this power has been sent only by a Witch of the finest of White Magic, only to calm the Blue Soul I have known my whole life.


 I feel a passion that is running through my Veins like the  power of water itself .
 
                               
As if the Moon itself were instructed to warm the air that is blowing . It is not a new moon , it is not a old moon , it is a moon that appears only in ones lifetime to gaze at .

 By seeing and feeling the very power of this Moon you will dance your way to Heaven with happiness of what is yet to come.
 
The Stars around this Moon are unique as if they take the presence of every loved one you and I have lost . 

The Witches winds with the warm glowing of the moon, as if I had never met you before , are blowing with the frangerence of Orange Blossom or Magnolia , from a distant past of The South.
 
As if I know we have been together once before , a Moon such as this . In a peaceful , lustful state of Bliss.
 

 There is something coming .. is it something I have always known or wanted ?

 What is yet to be known is as intoxicating as the Santa anas that are running through my body.
 As if i have been struck by the power of light , as the powerful moon I gaze at in the Night.
It is piercing my soul with it's only Truth, 
                                         By;
                                            Shanity Rain 


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he is leaving home

                            
                  In great respect of the band I grew up listening to
                       as sure as Mom passed down Saturday Chores 
                      for I had been chosen to scrub bathroom floors `

                    Yet a familiar sound would bring me to keep scrubbing
                       The red album, The blue album , The White album 
                        Then .. Abbey Road , always remembering the sad look on
                  Ringo's face ,  something hard to understand underneath~
                       
                      I get it now, what you were saying all those years ago ,
                    the many sad lonely tears , secret tears , secret fears 
                    For Maxwell's Hammer was a real one . It wanted silence

                    Going back ..remembering when John Lennon died 
                      I was in Arkansas saddened with the world .
                      Then seeing his face saying " Drag isn't it " 
                      No .. this was not my hero in music and song .

                      he was a stand in hired William , he filled his shoes 
                      bringing diversity to create so much beautiful music from loss

                       One left standing , alone;; grief struck on back cover ~
                       The other identity hidden, tried to be part of ..coming together
                                                                                                                                                                        
                            his  world of secrets
                        He to suffers today , in fear , Faul~
                       
                        Too many years gone by .let us tell the Truth. Let us be free
                         The very sad long and winding Road ~
                         Let us Bury our real Paul. 

                         No more " Mystery tour "
                             No more fear 
                                Let him be in peace ~


           Inspired by " The Last Testament of George Harrison , Is Paul Dead ? "

                






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When the Earth was in danger 4

Ref. Tandava Nritya* please see my Blog posted on 17th Feb Tandava Nritya or the Dance of ...

Prelude  of this story is given in part 1 of the epic.


When the Earth was in danger 4 of  

When her beautiful feet’s, touched the ground with a thrilling rhythm, 
To perform the best of their skills and the magic of her body and mind, 
She started her best the most eloquent steps, no one could follow that day,
As Urvashi was performing an art, which no one has ever performed.  14

A unique dance to match the rhythms of Shiva’s Tandava Nritya*, which
No one was capable to watch, such was the speed & elegance of her dance,
Even Gods and Goddesses too, could not understand what was happening,
Such was the beauty of her moving hands, thrilling body, her legs, feet’s and
The grace and beauty of Urvashi’s unprecedented magical dance.       15

To enchant Lord Shiva*, the Nature’s beauty and its wine splashed so high, 
That it touched the sky, wetting everything in its mood and flavor,
To fill the atmosphere more intoxicating, than the Sura* of heaven,
Everyone was only standing astonished, stunned with eyes wide opened. 16

When Urvashi’s feet’s touched the ground, no one could understand and 
When the drumbeats started to match her fleeing steps, again no one could follow,
The season had changed by then, by the presence of Basant* and
The Earth too began to play, a lofty musical notes on the ground and air,
To spread the intoxicating music and fragrance all around in the air.    17

By then the spectators of that divine dance, had lost their senses,
 By the flowing intoxication everywhere in the air, 
This unique happening on Earth, no one could ever understand completely,
As Spring had swept away the mind and their hearts, and 
The senses of everyone were  under the complete influence of 
Lord Shiva’s favorites, Nature, the Earth and the season of Spring.     18

Ravindra
Kanpur India 20th Feb 3011                            to continue in 5 /  

Clarifications:
Shiva* is the supreme God of Hindus

*Tandava Nritya* means Dance of destruction

Urvashi* was one of the most beautiful Apsara* of the court of Lord Indira of heaven, as
per Hindu mythology. She was a perfect dancer and singer.  

Lord Indira*  .   Is the  King of Kings. A warrior par excellence. Ruler of the heavens.
Dispenser of rain.

Basant* is Hindi Sanskrit word for the season of Spring. 

Sura*  a Sanskrit Hindi word means Nectar like wine of heaven.
   
Dahra*Hindi word  means earth.



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Alligator and the Bayou Boogie Band

  Alligator with fierce but captivating eyes sometimes red glare
  The Man with a title given by the High Priest of his Tribe 
  A man gifted at Birth for the World to be entertained by.
  Though much more then the Entertainer inside ~

  This Man a poet , a man of wisdom and power 
  Playing his cordless accordion or Guitar on the tiny Bar
  Powerful stares , people dancing crazy underneath a moonlit sky
  His trance , a spell on others , not to be denied 

  A Force stronger then you will know , be dared to reckon with 
  His name was given at birth for a reason , A Scorpio
  Legacy throughout Europe and deep woods in the Bayou 
  Alligator loved by many , playing Jimmy Hendrix to Zydeco 

  Alligator , the man on fire , women can not help but desire 
  In Monterey Bay, California, he plays , magical surprise 
  be warned if you go with date to see him  "Alligator " 
  At the end of your dancing to Zydeco and blues 
  your date will be in Trance , one glare into his eyes 
  she will be wanting He at the end of the night , your demise.


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Incineration of Love God Madan Cupid 13


Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 13
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.

Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.

Hindi Title  ‘Madan Dahan’



Peacocks began to show their colors,
In their lascivious dance of passion,
And Cuckoo’s song began to resound,
Creating disturbance in Shiva’s penance. 

Rati his wife of unique beauty,  too,
Began her wonderful dance and song,
In tune,  with the spring in full bloom,
Disturbing Shanker* in deep meditation.

Under the grab of such flowing charms,
Cupid began to hypnotize the Yogi*,
The cover was of the  bewitching charms,
To Break his penance in command.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 4th May 2012



To continue…
Protected under the copy write provisions of Poetry Soup as per US laws.


Clarifications:
Rati* - Madan or Cupid’s wife as per Indian mythology.
Shanker*- Lord Shiva is also known as Shanker. There are many
Other names of Shiva
Yogi*- used for Shiva or Shanker.


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When the Earth was in danger 1of 8


Prelude

This story is based partly on the Indian mythology and partly on my imagination.
The theme is anger, how it can destroy even the entire Earth and if controlled,
how it converts into a creative energy. The incident is from the mythology of 
Hindus, which speaks, how Shiva the supreme God of Hindus started 
one day his Tandava Nritya * or the Dance of Destruction……………..What was 
the cause of this anger would be explained in the concluding part of this story. 


When the Universe was in danger   1 of 4 

The cascading spring of poetry or anger, start flowing,
When pain got absorbed, in one’s mind and heart,
And the agonies of   heart, show their somber face,
When they dance on the lips, while words take shapes.01

The utterance becomes a melody or a loud voice of thunder,
Depending upon the depths, of pain and piercing thorns,
When tears start rolling from eyes, without stopping for a while,
Like the streams which keep flowing,   without ever stopping.  

												
When the waves of pains, strike high touching the air and,
The separation from love splashes against the sky,
It takes shape as a pain of heart, and goes-up like high waves or, 
It burst like heated lava, coming from a Volcano’s chest.    03

Suppressed pain strikes the rocks, when they comes on its way,
The sea of turmoil creates a fearful noise,   while hitting the rocks,
The anger then burst, like the sea surf covering the mighty rocks,
To engulf everything coming, before the raging mind and heart. 04

Considering the end to save the lives, the earth started shouting loudly,
As if the Tandava Nritya*, had started to engulf the earth,
O Please Stop, You are the God of creation & destruction too,
Have mercy, O Shiva*, O Please stop, your Tandava Nitrya,*
Or else the whole earth would forever come to a halt.   05


Ravindra

Kanpur India 14h Feb 2011                                      to continue in 2/8

Clarifications:

Shiva* is the supreme God of Hindus, who is also the source of all creations and
distractions. Shiva’s Tandava is a vigorous dance that is the source of the cycle of
creation, preservation and dissolution. Tandava depicts his violent nature as the
destroyer of the universe.

*Tandava Nritya* means Dance of destruction



Details | ABC | |

The Vent

im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition 
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
Situations
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
Simply put 
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time 
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time 
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
Fall
And I as I pull myself together 
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now

there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.


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When the Earth was in danger 6


When the Earth was in danger     6 

Prelude
This story is based partly on the Indian mythology and partly 
on my imagination. The story theme is anger,  which can destroy 
even the entire Earth, but if controlled  it  can also
be converted into  creative energy. The incident is from the 
mythology of Hindus, which speaks, how Shiva the 
supreme God of Hindus started one day his Tandava Nritya * or the
Dance of destruction and how it was controlled …  ..
What was the cause of this anger would
be explained in the concluding part of this epic.  


Part 6 
 
Spring Goddess was stunned and speechless for a while, 
When the Earth noticed something new in Urvashi* 
Even the enchanting magic of spring too, 
was wondering with eyes wide open,

The fall of Urvashi* may lead to an end,
of everyone’s hopes and dreams,
The only thought hovering on their mind was that 
the end of Earth was inevitable.

Because the last of their hopes to save the Earth 
had fainted with the fall of Urvashi,*

Everyone had started in their mind, 
the beginning of the reverse counting.

They feared because of the fall of Urvashi,* 
which had stopped the Tandava* dance of Lord Shiva,

The cosmic destruction of the Earth and the Universe would start,
Any moment from the third* eye of Lord Shiva.   23


By then, Urvashi* and the goddess of spring 
had created an unprecedented intoxication in the air,

The entire earth was under the effect of that wonderful wine of Nature,

The enchantment had started mildly effecting Shiva,* and 
it had even started cooling down,
the fire of anger burning with in Lord Shiva.

The dance effects created by the magically dancing Urvashi * and
the season of spring were in their full bloom, 
while unknowingly touching the mind and steps of  Lord Shiva, 

The dancing steps of Urvashi* and the floating aroma of the 
Goddess of spring had started creating by then, 
a chain on the steps of Lord Shiva.

The lava of anger in Shiva’s third eye Trinetra,* 
had started cooling down by then slowly. 24

Ravindra
Kanpur India 09th March 2011					to continue in 7


Clarifications
Urvashi* was one of the most beautiful Apsara of the court of Lord Indira of heaven, as
per Hindu mythology. She was a perfect dancer & singer.  
Lord Shiva* is the supreme God of Hindus.
Tandava Nritya* means Dance of destruction

Third eye or Trinetra*  means- The Third Eye of Lord Shiva or which exists in the center
of our forehead.
Lord Indira* - is the gods & Lord of Heaven in Hindu mythology. He is also the God of
Rainfall. 


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Nesreen

Nesreen

The luring, dancing Nymph performs her chore,
unfolds in air, resplendently and splays
datura flow in mind her moves implore,
her vision passed but wraith on thoughts, she stays.

Across her altar's sacrificial tolls,
her face, her scent, will challenge and indulge,
manipulates and in half light enthralls,
ethereal to conquer and divulge.

Instinctive is her dance, the crowd accourts,
she flows in veins, red aconite domain,
no fate will be as sweet (but one she thwarts)
as thousand lengths to feel of brunette mane.

And triumphant aggresses with applause,
(blade-splendid in her bedleh and shalwars),
unfolds her wings like desert hawk that claws,
betrayed of minds with apathy ignores.

She dances, and her finger's cymbals rings,
(incursion of her attar whiff and rye);
hence splendorous, through airy moves she stings
the victims of her charm, that wish to die.

© 08-25-2013, G.V., All rights reserved
(Iambic pentameter)


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When the Earth was in danger 7


Prelude

This story is based partly on the Indian mythology and partly 
on my imagination. The story theme is anger, which can destroy 
even the entire Earth, but if controlled it can also be converted 
into creative energy. The incident is from the mythology of Hindus, 
which speaks, how Shiva the supreme God of Hindus started 
one day his Tandava Nritya * or the Dance of destruction and 
how it was controlled …..What was the cause of this anger would
be explained in the concluding part of this epic.  

 
When the Earth was in danger   07


By then the new foliage of spring had began to smile, 
on the branches of every tree,

All the buds of the flower plants had started blooming,
in that new swing of season,

Fragrance coming from the sandalwood forests,
was flowing in the air all around,
intoxicating everyone and everything,

All the insects, animals and birds, 
which were not conscious about this sudden change of season, 

Began to dance in sweet pleasure, 
after tasting the intoxication flowing in the air. 25



Even the Koyal* started its sweet spring singing, 
in her most melodious voice during that time, 
which she had never sang before.

The peacock also started its most colorful and 
fascinating dance.

The Rivers too began to flow with the most pleasing sound,
as if they were singing a song.

The sky had opened in those moments,  
its fabulous treasures of alluring colors, 
to charm the entire universe.

The Sun rays coming from behind the hovering colorful clouds 
were spreading on the earth, 
a magical scene which no one had ever witnessed on Earth.

Such was the grandeur and wind of attractions,
everywhere on the earth,
that even Gods too got completely lost,  
what to say of human beings. 26


Embodiment of Shiva* the Neelkantha*  
which use to  fly often  high and low in the air,
were today dancing like a Peacock, 
while spreading their blue wings in the air.

What had happened to the Earth, 
why everyone was lost in the realm of a different world.

All the inhabitants of Earth and even of the heaven, 
were keeping a silence only with folded hands.

As they were either praying to Shiva or 
were silently praying to their favorite Gods 
to save the earth.
  
Ravindra

Kanpur India 07 h April 2011				                    	to continue in 8

Clarifications:
•	Koyal = a singing bird of India like nightingale.
•	Neelkanth* = Blue jay. A bird having blue throat. To see Neelkanth  please open
http://www.indiamike.com/photopost/showphoto.php/photo/26534/cat/500/ppuser/23167


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When the Earth was in danger 5

When the Earth was in danger     5 /8

Prelude   (For Prelude please see part 1 )


Watching the changing season all around, to enchant the dance of Urvashi*, 
The Earth began to dance too, thinking that Urvashi’s* dance would save the earth,
What a splendid scene it was, which was spreading a magic everywhere on earth,
No one had ever witnessed this beauty and grandeur, 
Neither anywhere in the heaven,   nor anywhere even on earth.

Breathless and motionless they were watching only, 
Under the influence of intoxication, produced by the seasons Goddess Spring,
The last efforts of Urvashi,* to save the earth and all its beautiful creatures. 19

Suddenly a shocking incident took place, shattering the hopes of everyone,
While dancing with Lord Shiva, pride entered into the mind of Urvashi*,
She began to think that she was performing her dance, 
as good as that of Lord Shiva*, and
This thought began to disturb her mind, 
disturbing the coolness of her flawless dance. 20

Watching the seed of pride, sprouted in the mind of Urvashi*.
The Goddess Earth, ‘Dhara’* thought, “Now the destruction is inevitable,”
If not stopped immediately, the seed of pride rising high in Urvashi’s mind,
Could become the cause of Shiva’s rage and the destruction of our Earth and the Universe.

Not only she too would burnt alive in the cosmic heat of Shiva’s third eye*, but 
The whole of this beautiful Earth and the wonderful Universe too would be,
In flames of that cosmic heat and life from this most beautiful planet,
Would vanish forever and forever. 21

A sudden incident took place in that moment, which disturbed the balance of Urvashi,
Urvashi* fell on the ground, while she was at the peak of her divine dance,
Her dance came to a abrupt halt and with that even Shiva’s Tandava* stopped too,
Lord Shiva opened his eyes to see,
What had happened, which forced him to stop his dance suddenly.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 24th Feb. 2011					to continue in 6

Clarifications

Urvashi*  was one of the most beautiful Apsara of the court of Lord Indira of heaven, as
per Hindu mythology. She was a perfect dancer and singer. 

Lord Shiva* is the supreme God of Hindus.

*Tandava Nritya* means Dance of destruction.

Dahra*Hindi word  means earth.

Trinetra*  means The Third Eye of Lord Shiva or which exists in the center of our forehead




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When the Earth was in danger 3

When the Earth was in danger     3/8
Prelude   (For Prelude please see part 2)

Then the most beautiful Urvashi* was called, from the heavenly court of Indira*,
To perform a unique dance, before Lord Shiva* who was lost in his Tandava Nritya*,
To calm the heat of his temper, which was burning like lava with in his chest  and
Which was trying to come out, through his dance of destruction to engulf the Earth. 10

Apsara Urvashi* started that day, 
Her unrestrained performance of a beautiful matchless dance, 
So that the inhabitants of this Earth, 
Could be saved from the lava like fire of Tandava* at any cost,
Even the Goddess of the seasons, 
Had spreads its intoxicating wine that day, to make Urvashi’s dance more enchanting.

The season of spring Basant*  had made it more blooming  &  intoxicating,
In every new step, Urvashi was breathing,
All that was only to distract,  the attention of Lord Shiva from his Tandava.11


Urvashi* was freely performing that day,  
Her life’s best and the most elegant dance,
Being an incarnation of beauty she knew, 
It was the last chance to save the Earth, 
From the cosmic fire of Shiva’s Trinetra* or else 
The whole earth will get burnt  with the flow of heated lava, 
Which was generating within His third eye Trinetra*12

To make her dance more appealing and effective, the season of Spring* 
Had defused  the air and atmosphere, with a fragrance and beauty unparallel,
Even the Goddess of Nature the Earth too,  was flowing a unique melody in the air,
The effects of these powerful wines were more intoxicating than the Sura* of heaven,*13

They all including the Gods and Goddesses, at that time were only praying with a wish,
That the beauty of Urvashi and her enchanting dance, with the intoxicating effect of,
Nature’s fragrance and melody flowing in the air, might divert Shiva’s mind and heart,14 

Ravindra
Kanpur India 19th Feb 2011               to conti. in 4

Clarifications
*Tandava Nritya* means Dance of destruction
Trinetra*  means The Third Eye of Lord Shiva or which exists in the center of our forehead
Apsara*   Apsaras are beautiful, supernatural women. They are youthful and elegant &
proficient in the art of dancing.
Urvashi*  was one of the most beautiful Apsara of the court of Lord Indira of heaven, as per Hindu mythology  
Lord Indira*  .   Is the  King of Kings. A warrior par excellence. Ruler of the heavens
Dispenser of rain
Basant* is Hindi Sanskrit word for the season of Spring.
Dahra*Hindi word  means earth.
Sura*  The Nectar like wine of heaven




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When the Earth was in danger 2 of 8

Pl. See also Related BLOG of 17TH Feb

Prelude

This story is based partly on the Indian mythology and partly on my imagination.
The theme is anger, how it can destroy even the entire Earth and if controlled,
how it converts into a creative energy. The incident is from the mythology of 
Hindus, which speaks, how Shiva the supreme God of Hindus started 
one day his Tandava Nritya * or the Dance of Destruction…..What was 
the cause of this anger would be explained in the concluding part of this story. 


When the Earth was in danger

Anger then always come-up in the form of Tandava Nritya*
Sometimes by hearing, the cries, that often suffocates the mind,
Shiva’s heart melted like lava,   and came up in the form of anger,
To destroy everything, so that a new world can be formed and created. 06

This cycle of creation and destruction of the Universe,
Keep rolling and running like this, forever, we know it or not,
The Sun, the Moon, the Stars and ours the most beloved Earth,
They all are borne to play, sing and dance and to amuse each other and
Then to gradually depart or disappear,  with a silent smile one day, 
Without ever any regret before the God, for their gains or losses. 07

Even Lord Shiva* also keep the imperishable fire of time,
In the cosmic depths of his third eye, we call Trinetra,*  which reduces,
Everything to ashes, so that the cycle of creation may continue  for ever, 
On our Earth and everywhere in the  limitless space, we call Brahmanda* and 
The Universe may continue to work, as a shadow of Brahma*  or God . 08

But then, it was the question of the existence of all living beings,
There was only one hope, which could have saved the Earth,
From the cosmic fire of Shiva’s Trinetra* or the third eye,
The remedy was that someone extraordinary in beauty, dance and grace,
Should perform a flawless dance, to divert Shiva’s attention so that,
He may not generate the heat in his third eye, to destroy the Earth,
Only the removal of his grief from mind and heart,  resulted in his Tandava Nritya*
Could save the Earth and its inhabitants, from the fire of such anger blast. 09

Ravindra
Kanpur India 17th Feb. 2011			to continue in 3/5

*Brahmanda = Brahmanda (Sanskrit) (from Brahma cosmic spirit + anda egg)
Egg of Brahma; the imbodiment of Brahma, particularly the solar system, physical,
psychological, and spiritual. Hindus "called Brahma . the kosmic atom. 


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Betch Please, Really

I simply love being me for I am so good at everything step into my city and they will tell you who is King one day when I am hungry I will swallow everything then and only then shall I inherit the stuff I dream even then I promise not to settle for satisfaction at any instant half a second I could spring into full action so go against me? please, you do not even measure up to half of the goodness that I hold tight like my treasure still spreading rumors about me to try and destroy my life can't believe I let myself get beat by a stripper and my self-intended knife try and say I'm gay even though we both know that isn't the truth just ask any woman I been with if they ever needed proof they'll say I was the cream of the crop as they took it all night knowing I just may never stop I own the status of a legend now what you got left to say when I bring it twenty-four seven?


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Pricked

Your  love pricks me like a rose each thorn grows but no one knows Your so full of 
it as it shows so carry on now go on, go. I'm fed up with the phony and  i'm 
through with the tears, you couldn't pay me all your money to make up for those 
years. Someone help me I feel faint how could I think he was such a saint and 
worst of all I let me fall into a spiral down below. A magic called love carried 
by the dove of someone I use to know.


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Judith


Adroit like serpent coils upon the floor,
she coils in air, blue splendid lit and waves,
datura flow in mind, her dance implores,
her vision passed and on your thoughts she stays.

Upon her altar sacrificial calls,
her face, her scent, will challenge and indulge,
decisively manipulates her roles,
her blurry pass, where fates her scopes divulge.

Instinctive ancient dance, the crowd accourts
she flows in veins, blue aconite domain,
no fate will be as sweet or more distinct,
as thousand lengths to feel of brunette mane.

Her finger cymbals rings, Judith of Laws,
(so splendid is her bedleh and shalwars,)
attacks in air like desert hawk that claws,
betrayed of minds her apathy ignores.

She dances, and her jingling cymbals ring
incursion of a deathly whiff and rye.
monotonous of Dervish siege she'll sing,
'bout victims of her charm, eager to die.

( The Deuterocanonical book states,
in sleep Holofernes was killed by blade,
remorseless end her ancestress dictates,
for his Assyrian colony should fade. )

Bequeath from then, alluring raid of scents,
hypnotic - oriental dance to thrill,
her aural serpent-lithe performing blends,
dark sightly Siren weighs her glance to kill.

© G.V. 02-07-2013


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All About the Music: Sole On Soul

Click clack; Sole on soul.
Swaying shoes to the rhythms 
The beat makes you whole.


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Lost ones

All these people
so deeply lost in their minds
Where?
In the universe,
could you ever find
Something so destructive,
yet so deeply and truly divine

We are in this transcendental place outside
Its where we all hide
We are all trying to find a place where we will forever reside
We are just playing
No need to get a fright
We are all really, 
just very high...
 
Dancing,
Chasing the night
Flying through never ending time
Searching in the darkness,
for a trace of light
The heavenly skies...

No need to cry
They just want you to die
So that they can forever,
and never, say goodbye

Goodbye
Aim high
The heavens behold 
An unremarkable sight

There is a battle, a never ending fight
in our minds
Kiss the sky
Where the angel birds fly

Hermes takes over the night
To give our children a fright
He calls upon the darkness in our eyes
He sucks out our spirits love supply
Hermes, why?
Do we either love or hate inside?
Are we just tempting fate?
We don't know where to hide...

Bring back the light of day
While darkness slowly fades away
to the rhythm of love
we sway today.




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I Raced with a Comet

Darkness spreads around the room as the lights dim, my friends are here and the room is pitch black. Begin the show. Eyes open preparing for what many call death but its life. This is considered living and not to be mistaken with death. Those new to it will not know how to think what about what just happened. Cold chills and sweat pants are in the seat.  Room still dark and people disappear to a known place only described by the dead. No time is wasted because time never began. As the entities push thru the black matter the after burners kick on and the room brightens. The room is now full. The thought of the friends i had filled the room and was too much to handle time to make a dash. The pressure is intense. I believe my wallet was lost years ago but no use in looking for it now. The chain broke at the same time I needed it to work. Gone. Seemed like forever. I created forever and now we are there. What if you were the person who taken the last key to starting the end of the world?


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The Edge

The woman steps out on the balcony of her high rise apartment and among the buildings and streets and stoplights witnesses a fulcrum, an edge.
An edge, the edge, the intersection of beginnings and endings,
The moment when crops are ripe for harvest.
The edge calls to us and invites us to forsake what is known,
The edge calls us to test the limits of our understanding,
And step into an abyss of possibility,
Sinking down into relaxed awareness of beauty,
The edge awaits us.
The edge, where race no longer matters and neither does popularity,
The edge, where souls delight in the magic of music,
The edge, where souls delight in the power of seasons to change and death to beget life,
The edge is where we are neither disappointed at what we have not done or anxious that we will not continue in doing,
The edge is where we can see a life, a leaf, a soul for what it is without a biased back story of prejudiced contrivance,
The edge is where babies go when they are awakened in the womb,
The edge is the horizon where sunrises and twilight take our breath to the height of admiration,
For only God can make this atmosphere to shine just right as the sun and moon dance their dance of gratitude,
The edge is what I wish for now and always,
The woman steps out of her house in the mountains and among the stars hidden in sunshine and premature butterflies hidden in billowy leaves on trees she witnesses an edge, a fulcrum.
Where divinity and gratitude explode in the praise of creativity and the worship of life anew.
Edges, edges where comfortable platitudes have no voice and ignorant assumptions are ostracized,
Come quickly edges, come quickly edges and embrace me.


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God's Power


         I'm sitting here and gazing upon the
      rhymic dance of these trees and their leaves.
I'm amzaed of their timing to move and come to a
complete motionless state ofexistence.

          The conductor of orchestrate sounds of the evening,
the wind. He commands this precise ritual dance as though life
moves constant.

            Suddently, the conductor commands
        complete silence and the wind cease its order
    for the dance.  Still I am held in awe and a wonderous
           solace of this majestic affair reveals God's
                                  Power.


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Indian Summer, Part III

The winds of Winter wait,
Whispering to me of the approaching future,
But still far off, biding their time
Until this span of light and warmth has lasted out its stay.

     Meantime, I engage myself in taking stock;
     Compiling the days that define myself to myself
     Enlarging the catalog so far as I can,
     Building up a narrative.

So many memories
Like fireflies in a Summer's night
Flash through the dark spaces of my mind.

Childhood: Flash
                            Youth: Flash
Young Parenthood: Flash
                                         Empty Nest: Flash.

Family, friends, events
Joys, sorrows, beginnings, endings -
All make their flickering passages;
All paint their images onto me  

     The particles dance and shift
     Cells die to be replaced
     The face in the mirror becomes my father's
     Molecule by molecule
     With each passing instant.

     The particles dance and shift
     Moving back towards the dark unknown
     From which they came,
     Yet somehow in the midst of it
     The I that was
                              And am
                                            And shall be
     Remains to watch the long parade unfold.

And that parade, banal and fantastic,
Marches past that inside window where I watch to see myself pass by,
As some newer self shall do the same through all tomorrows
Until the day when all the marching stops for me -

     And then, my fellow marchers,
     O my many, varied Loves,
     On that last Winter's day,
     Where will we be,
     Where will we be?

     What musics shall we hear?
     What wonders might we see?

                              






     


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Lost Love

I have no memory of its companionship.
Solace gloom surrounds me, slipping away in the distance.
Lost forever, never to find it, only a shadow of what was.
Words never to be spoken again.
The silence, suffocating me while being romanced.
As a bride who lost her husband on the wedding day.
Empty covered bottles, never to be filled, collecting dust.
Taking me further away, without being close.
Searching for happiness, never to be found.


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A Breeze That Soothes

A Breeze That Soothes

Have you ever sat in shade of tree on hot, hot day?
  thinking only of easy street and islands far away
Suddenly in midst of this pleasure Nature sends a treasure
  a breeze so cool that it sets your soul to measure

Then several nice soft clouds floated right into view
  giving the breeze a lift with even more shade to you
Such moments are so special and often so very rare
  like a journey with a jackpot just waiting there!

One I remember that lazy day I found her looking for me
  dancing my way with eager eyes that promised to please
O' that sexy body and those sweet, sweet sexy moves
  "Her",  a breeze that gives such love, love that so soothes!

Gifting of a gentle , sweet and newborn spiritual soul
  rescuing me , angel melting our hearts into a loving whole!

Robert L. 05-27-2014


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In the Wind with the Molecules

time ticks, what does life do? people say go with the flow but look at their lives and make your decision. choose a path a fly it true, never settle for less and by less i mean the amount that is more than you have. sing it clean and sing it fly. nevertheless do i seek new paths. was that a question or was that a statement? ask yourself, you have been waiting patiently. dont look to things for answers because you will be fooled by imitations. things that not need be named are nameless or did someone who isnt me just make that up. i heard from a wise man that  a flower bloomed in a dark room, did you believe him? Still unaware of the time and now im late for an appointment that jumped starts my career but im wasted with the fellas in the street. No money in my pocket, no paper in my stash, ok fellas i gotta make a dash.


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my level of insanity

tell me what is normal,
and i won't act the part,
screaming in the night,
to lift a heavy heart,
hear the song of friends,
they sing it in your ear,
telling you again,
that fear is what you fear,
so smile little heart,
and dance out in the rain,
will the awesome colors,
make you dance in vain?

make sense to you? it does to me. bwahahahaha


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MY MUSIC

Need we wake up naked the sacred hour of dawn,

to dance to the songs of our fore fathers

In the sacred garden of old .

Need we from the setting rise ,and kiss in the moment the deepest desire of men

An existence beyond and void of time .

A small taste of eternity till the awakening of the phoenix, the golden dawn .

Need we wake up the sacred golden moment in dawn, stunned to silence

As he with practiced easy, gleaming with talent pull string for string ,David the bard with no equal

pulling his strings on the harp merging and pleasing to creation ,a secret set of chords he had

and with the chords his harp reflecting the goodness in his soul ,shunning the ghouls that haunted his king

singing:

Should we wake up naked the sacred hour of dawn to dance to the songs of our forefathers in the sacred garden of eden .

should we wake up at the rise, and from the setting to the dawn dwell in a land eons & eons long enstranged,

to be glad, rejoice and dance to the beats and chants of the drums as the psalm of the ancients is renewed ,

to move with the beat of the universe in its harmonious daze .

to remember the dances of old, performed around a bonfire in a thousand forgotten barbaric gestures .

Our tongue's as of fire we chant the song of languages .

bleeding it out of our deepest

holding none but letting go.


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Romantic Serenade

It was the Halloween Ball
In the season of the fall
A mysterious bachelor called
To the attention of us all

The biggest mansion party
The cooks food is hearty
The host is definitely tardy
For most of his own party

The musicians play the last dance
The men try to romance
But don't stand a chance
For the host is here! They glance

To a man dressed in black wear
In Old Spanish attire bare
The women began to stare
For he was a young stallion, a Mare

From a top the stairs he walks
The ladies gather to stalk
The man who doesn't talk
Like birds they came in flocks

He wore black clothes and a red sash
White trim and a black mask
To find a dancer is his task
But who will he ask?

The only girl not drawn to attention
Is sitting alone no words to mention
He takes her hand There is no tention
Soft as a doves wings a cool sensation

The proceed to the middle of the floor
She doesn't know what's in store
A lot of musicians come in..there is more!
Some of them rich, some are poor

He takes his tunic off then starts
The music is written from the heart
The stand at attention far apart
Then the solo with the silver harp

The drum beat starts going 
They come together emotions flowing
His risque' dance he is showing
To her mind he is boasting

They move and dance like magic
For five minutes the song's romantic
The crowd watching in motionless static
The songs end was very tragic

The last beats were hard to miss
They drew close and started to kiss
For her it was a mystical bliss
His every movement caressed her lips

The awkward silence he starts to leave
The young lady can hardly breathe
She starts to faint...she can't see
The wings appeare and she falls asleep

The girl awakes in her bed it seems
In her school clothes it was only a dream
The sound of water foils the scene
Her eyes still blurry it's hard to see

She wanted this for real
Her heart is sealed
Then fate will have to deal
Her new loves appeal

She notices something on the ground
It's the wings and mask she found
And a CD blank is bound
She puts it in and the sound...

Is the unforgettable song
It was to her so long
But there was something wrong
Where did this come from?

In the CD case is an Old Engligh letter
It said "Undoubtedly for the better
I am gone with the weather
Your kiss I will always remember forever and ever


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Dance Dance Revolution-DDRMAX

I put the DDRMAX video game in either the Play Station 2 or the Play Station 3 and it's
like a techno music festival in Tokyo, Japan. When I play Dance Dance Revolution, it's
like I'm at a night club in the Los Angeles area of Hollywood, California. If I had a pair
of DDRMAX Dance Pads for the Dance Dance Revolution video games, I'd host my own
dance-a-thon every weekend for the eight weeks. Me and the dancers could raise some money
for a real cause. If I had all DDR video games for all of the gaming consoles, including
the XBOX, and a Super Mario Bros. DDRMAX video game for the Nintendo Game Cube, then it'll
be like a never-ending party in Tokyo, Japan. I wish I had all of the dance music CDs so
that I can start my own DDRMAX (Dance Dance Revolution) video game. I wish it was about
techno music 24/7.


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Vasava - An Untold Story 6/Many

Vasava – An untold story                                                                         6/Many 

The Victory Day Celebrations

After bowing before the statues
Of her favorite Goddess Saraswati* and of Lord Rama*
She with her musicians started her singing and dancing,
And kept on doing so, till the Sun rays gently kissed her face 
In the early morning hours of the next day

But on the day of Utsava, Vasava wanted to give 
The best of her before the guest King Udayan of Ujjain*
Who was visiting the kingdom of Magadh, 
On the special invitation of his King friend Suyodhan

The beautiful Court of King Suyodhan, 
Was glittering with lights shining in every corner and rows
The stage was ready to hear and to feel the touch 
Of the melodies and dance performance of the beauty Vasava

Guests both wealthiest and the general, 
Invited by the King of Magadh had come well in time 
On this splendid yearly occasion which always lingers
In the memories of its spectators, 
Through out the entire year

While seeing her performances, the rich used to throw lavishly
On their dream queen Vasava, 
Valuables and most precious gifts of gems and jewelries,
While watching their favorite Vasava or
Hearing her singing melodies, which used to thrills their hearts

Rest of the Year Vasava used to perform, 
Her dances and melodies only at her own Palatial place
Without distinguishing between the rich or the poor 
As many of her favorite artist were those 
Who were musicians, singers, writers, poet or dance lovers

Even King Suyodhan became a praiser of her unique character
Though in the beginning he too wanted to enjoy
The charms of her matchless youth, her teen age
And the wine of her intoxicating beauty, but coming close
To Vasava, he realized that she can not be persuaded for lust



Ravindra                                                                              to continue in 7


Kanpur  India   12h March 2010

* Raga.                    Raga refers to melodic modes used in Indian classical music. In the 
Indian musical tradition, Ragas are associated with moods of the day & with seasons. Indian 
classical music is always set in Raga 

•	Goddess Saraswati*           Saraswati is the Goddess of leaming, knowledge, and 
wisdom. The Sanskrit word sara means "essence" and swa means "self." Thus Saraswati 
means "the essence of the self.
•	Lord Rama*		      Lord Rama is one of the most commonly 
adored gods of Hindus and is known as an ideal man and hero of the epic Ramayana


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The Dance Exotic

 The Dance Exotic
   
 
  Marvelous and exquisite
Plentiful breasts
Stunning posterior
Shaved and soft
She is glorious
Stargazing her belly dance
Sensuous movements of the hips 
Watching her belly dance
Watching her stomach
maneuver to the melody
Arching her back
Tossing her hair
She is dancing a ritual dance for me
She is dancing, prancing for me
Kissing me with her eyes
As I kiss you with mine
You are nearly through
Following you from behind
Waiting for her to follow
It didn’t take long
Grabbing a handful of your silky hair
Pulling you close to my bosom and kissing you with passion
Soft and gentle at first
Then not so soft
Sliding my tongue down your body
Taking my time at her nipples
On her belly, on her clit
Plunging my tongue into her treasure
She tasted sweet and tart all at once
I slid my fingers into her tight body
You tense as I caress your g-spot 
Nursing on your clit
I felt her body rock
Feeling her body rock
Seeing her eyes roll in passion....in pleasure
Heard her cries of X-T-C
Your body spasms
Silken ribbons of her nectar ran down my chin
I climbed her body kissing her deeply
Letting her taste herself on my tongue
She would dance for me again 

Peter LeBuhn

Copyright ©2005 Peter LeBuhn 

Peter LeBuhn 
 
 


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The Dance Eternal

 The Dance Eternal
   
 
  Marvelous and graceful
Plentiful breasts
Beautiful posterior
Shaved soft and silky
She is beautiful
Stargazing her belly dance
Sensuous movements of the hips 
Watching her body 
Maneuvering to the melody
Arching her back
Tossing her hair
She is dancing, prancing for me
Kissing me with her eyes
As I kiss her with mine
She is nearky through
Following her to the back
Waiting for her to follow
It does not take long
I grabbed a handful of her hair...with passion
Pulling her bosom to mine french kissing her
Soft and gentle at first
Then not so soft
Sliding my tongue down her body
Taking my time at her nipples
On her belly, on her clit
Plunging my tongue into her treasure
She tasted sweet and tart all at once
Sliding my fingers into her tight body
She tensed as I caressed her g-spot 
Nursing on her clit
Feling her body rock
Seeing her eyes roll in passion....in pleasure
Hearing her cries of X-T-C
Her body spasmed
Silken ribbons of her nectar ran down my chin
Climbing her body kissing her deeply
Letting her taste herself on my tongue
She would dance for me again
The Dance Eternal 

Peter LeBuhn

Copyright ©2005 Peter LeBuhn 

Peter LeBuhn 
 
 


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Dance Parties

Dance parties are known by everybody in the USA. It's been like that for years to come.
When people gather some music to dance to, it's like going to a nightclub in the city,
even better. It's also as if he or she's hosting a dance party. I'm told that the crowd's
together for a reason: to party. Hosting an exclusive dance party will be like hosting
"Soul Train," which was a music TV show. Like, when I find some music everybody can dance
to, I'll know how to keep the entire crowd entertained. There will be a lot of snacks, a
lot of music, and a lot of fun. I'll even post the party on YouTube.com. If I can get some
music performed by Daniel Bedingfield, Justin Timberlake, Usher, and others, then
everybody has something to dance to. And if I were to host a dance party every weekend for
the rest of my life, it'll be like changing Saturday nights forever. I wonder if I'll have
a future dance show, thereby replacing "Dance 360"?