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Age January Poems | Age Poems About January
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If these eyes shall become blinded, and if this
hair shall come to be combed thinly and grey;
No, it would not be the end of the world.
I would still see beauty therein this world through
the songs of Crickets and Feathered Songsters.
The breeze would yet whisper and trees still dance.
I would yet smell the freshly bloom of Spring.
I'd still endure Summer's sweltering heat.
I'd yet feel Autumn's leaves crunch 'neath these toes.
I'd still long to be fireside with Winter.
Disabled or not, perhaps I'd yet walk
therein wonderful imagination.
How I'd be forever young at heart!
Then just as one journey came to an end,
I'd indeed greet another with a smile.
Copyright © Anthony O. Mitchell Jr. | Year Posted 2013
A Poem to love
To day I am placing here a great Hindi poem of a renowned poet
Translated by me as a poem which I hope would touch your mind
And heart intensely.
From the day I read this poem in between a play its wordings
Have touched me very deeply.
Since the poem is a beautiful piece of poetry by a great Indian
Hindi writer, poet, dramatist and story writer I am trying to
Bring its translation as much I could make from my mind without
Claiming that this is the best.
Brief background story for poetry soup lovers to judge the poem
In light in the light of its real beauty:
The heroine who was in the age of sweet sixteen was in love
With someone very intensely, but his actual lover ask her to
Show her love for someone else for obtaining a greater result
For the sake of his motherland and the heroine tries to love
Some one else, who asked a price for the same and gave only
Pains and agonies to her. But, when she sees her actual love
Her hearts is willing to welcome him and how- you will see
In this beautiful poem:
Translation of the poem of Jai Shanker Prasad a great Hindi poet.
Jaishankar Prasad (January 30, 1889 – January 14, 1937),
one of the most famous figures in modern Hindi literature
“Intoxicated by the wine of youth, in the age of sixteen
She cared only to love
And to whom she should give her heart,
She had no desire to know
And the one to whom she sold her precious heart,
Was asking a price for the same
The greedy even took away
The only treasure of pains and memories from her
She felt dusty storms were rising in her heart
And her love was coming totally unaware,
She thought to sprinkle water running from her eyes to
Make the path slippery
So that her love may walk slowly
And she may behold her love, a little more
The longing of her life may get fulfilled
And her hopes may get a base to stay a little more
She knew all the steams of the world would be running from her eyes
Making it more difficult to recognize her face
As the deep sea in her eyes would be splashing water on her face”
Only translation is made by me and the poem in Hindi belongs to
Late Jai Shanker Prasad.
Kanpur India 29th January 2010
Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2010
I do not know?
this culinary humble verboten pie eating older mwm
in sore want of coital aid
with no intent to rile nor up braid
certainly not prompt ye to call military enfilade
nor cause nerves to get frayed
with a spatter o hair that goot grayed
this ordinary guy needs to get laid
sucking each teat analogous to a milk maid
desires bareback thru way get paid.
how bout verboten fruit
ya know that carnal loot
if aint no interest the point moot
and tell me (after i try to make a snatch)
maybe behind lavatory stall to scram and scoot
while exiting, i hear alimentary sounds resembling a toot.
butta...if game for to consort with me skin flute or bugle
from this guy who likes to google
t'would just love to feast his eyes and ogle
i do LIKE RIGHT NOW crave
to indulge sexual factory juices and use stubby stick to stave
testosterone urges erotic magician using special wand to wave.
this pent up urge to fondle one or both womanly teat
imagining outcome of such of delectable feat
but fearing the odds t'would be stacked way to high to beat.
so...any suggestions thus far
whereby we can fondle, kiss and taste
the special elixirs - ooh how this tongue t'would crave
to nibble upon the aureole
and suckle to drawn out milky paste
thence descending to the area just a tad lower than thy waste
meaning the clitoris awash
with for his -- mine -- oral meal to baste.
i would like to try by crook
using prick as special angle of the dangle hook
to exhaust ideas to let me get a close up look
at each and every pubic covered cranny that moist warm nook
and taste sweet nectar
mouth already salivates
as my late paternal grandfather would comment yum zuck.
this sex starved older married chap
would just luv for you to hold his little
flaccid cock in one or t'other hand
(preferably somewhat inn substantial nada grand
compared n contrasted with horse size penis,
my male gland disease free, healthy, organic n swarthy brand)
gently favors caresses and so..feel welcome 2 kiss limp biscuit
until penis begins to expand
veins bulging, crackling popping and snapping
ready to spew forth after seminal contraband
sticky cum in clitoral orifice will land.
the usual routine
t'will find me fantasizing while lying in bed
gets me feisty with celibate life i dread
wonders if little shaft and smallish helmet head
will go sliding and slipping like on well lubricated sled
and experience once again when genital with pussy hues 2 wed.
Copyright © matthew harris | Year Posted 2017