Lips mops caress waterfalls crash metallic nerve laughing gas confession
watermelon sugar sister scissors
clocks tick loud like shaved ambergris
Laminated kerosene lamps illuminate
Evanescence oblivious presence
Skull bird knives spike of peachy creamery
Pentagram ouija board machinery’
Throats chokes, nose pinched in bleached milkshakes. tiny ears buried speechless
Mousetrapped.
I gave it all
lists of things I crave about city
the one in particular
smells reaching for all directions
greedy fruit smoothies in a blender
I can tell that one’s got strawberry
with a hint of ambergris
I said to a woman in particular
Donna Karen Cashmere Mist
she looked surprised that I knew
keep walking what have I done to be made to suffocate
in a bliss bin soaked fat with years of you
collected on the scarf you wear this time of year
all these things happening but
your hand squeezes mine and I don’t need to look
to see that you’re smiling
I stand …
my toes
wriggling in cold sand
(pigs in winter mud)
sun has set
bloody and shimmering like abalone
the sea stretching from me
to the reach
shadowy and forlorn
but the horizon, still bleeding -
flaming and dripping like hot ambergris
and fading like brume
before a breath …
oh, those dark secrets
the unspeakable things this immeasurable
abyss has been witness to -
heroes and horrors
relentless power
second only to its boundless beauty
a cold like the deep of space
and a heart known even less than
the heavens
yet life abounding …
why …
why do you possess me so?
why is my being
so inexorably drawn to your
troubled depths?!?
why am I so fond of this feral fear?
I will stand here
in a million different bodies
for a million different reasons
on a million different days
and still
your hushed and haunting voice
will whisper me
from the black of your belly
your mad mystery,
begging …
“come”.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, July 17, 2023
High born stars
hear this rhyme
Make gold Sun
turn cold rime
Ambergris
Sun rays steal
Sew it shut
Bright eye seel
Treading dusk
‘neath sky cold
At ease now
truth be told
Oh the elegance of diamonds
Soft allure of indulged perfume
A beautiful, ceaseless onslaught
As it wafts clearly through the room
I dance blissfully in ball gowns
If only urban elastics
Thin pink veil and silk ribbons
Stepping light, I cast no shadows
My divine ambergris and glass
So I shine, like a newborn sun
Alas my emeralds are not
Though rich memories don’t tarnish
Black vests complete, running compete
Gloved hands open gold ornate doors
Gentle lace traverses my gown
Pearls dangle sweetly on my chest
Nobly crowned, I incline to all
Jealous lips kiss sapphire rings blest
Cruel enemies and journey men
I ride lively across all hearts
When given, parents cried for joy
As if I were a princess true
Or a prince blessing a kingdom
I will mean more than Big Ben does
Sophisticated child of four
Mother’s princess and her true love
I still can’t dine with silver, yes
But dream of crystal palaces
In Her coffin
Miss Amelia Albright
glowed like a nightlight.
Her perfumes:
Ambergris, the testicular glands
of musk deer and rat. Extract
of Angelica,
were all buried with her.
A distinctive and troubling miasma.
One darkly attired mourner
parted his lips only to gag, mid-splutter.
The frail priest fell to his knees,
beseeching Holy Jesus
and his Mother.
Pure soul to the end,
(thank God and all his Saints),
she, with no hint of pique,
or complaint,
was not directed down to hell
for not even the devil himself
could withstand that smell.
Thus it was that Amelia,
transported on the shoulders
of strong stomached men,
stank all the way to heaven
and hell, and back again.
When you go deep in your silence, there is nothing can break you but the faint sound of your days and when you read my poetry you will know that I am a farmer from the south my father has planted me with our ambergris. Yes, I am a simple farmer from the south around me a small tree, a small river and a small family. My morning is kneaded with my small daughter’s smiles, my evening is colored by my big son’s tales and my night is the glory of the soft hand warmness. When you have a family, at that time, you will see the secrets of twilight, the delicious taste of the backache and the very wide world of a small family in the south. Yes, I have a small family in a small house with a small window, but my eyes can see the beautiful night stars and my heart can touch the charming morning smiles. When you have a family, your smile will have pink lips and your work will wear a crown. Yes, my friend, when you have a family all the days will be valentine and all the times have meaning. Yes, when you have a family, there will be sadness and happiness, crying and laugh, pain and pleasure, but believe me this is the meaning of life.
Welcome from the heart, Oh Brown
Oh how sweet angelic your love!
Oh Brown
Today's your breeze
Perfumed Musk and Saffron
O Brown
Your night aromatized rose and ambergris
Oh Dear best hope and desire on
Oh Brown
The essence of your lavaliere diamonds
To you the best felicity on and on
Oh Brown!
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Closed to me seven so cute bottles
Each one of them is a quarter of a Tola,
Each one is beautifully covered by smooth tulle
Musk, rose, ambergris, camphor, basil, mint, and Cade fragrant
From dark brown to light white, pure water color, core aroma in scents
Who is who!?
Chance
Tola is an Indian unit of weight; the standard Tola is equal to 180 grains or 11.664 grams. Cade tree (Pandanus tectorius).
MY LOVE!
Wow, see her coming
From her heavenly boudoir like spring
The angelic bonnie queen
Chaste and verdant as virgin green!
Such glossy cheery smile
That I’m mesmerized all the while,
And her articulate serpentine gait
Like proud riverine princess of that rate.
Her appearance’s like magic wand
That makes everything beautiful and grand;
Her sweet-scented air as of ambergris
That causes all to whiff with bliss!
What a skin! Soft brilliant ebony, incarnate
In refined sunny gold glint climate;
With loose suited raiment of nature’s kind,
This soignée queen elsewhere I never find.
How her eyes radiate love’s fires
And I, enchanted by sheer love’s desires
Her fine lips set like bloomed roses;
Her voice, akin with wind blown pansies.
Were I lucky to endear myself to you
Would I render a burning love so true.
For your beauty is of no essence or mould
If no one do have you to hold!
MY NATURAL BEAUTY
O bizarre beauty,
O eclipse of a perfectly contrived creature.
O rustful bonny frame cladded with muck,
Made fleshy with its suppleness as lime soot.
O dark glinting hair like fleece interwoven, that soon
Would turn grey sky in Northern Arid Savannah
O Artiste physique, well endowed-
Like Benin feminine bronze sculpture;
An obsolete craft, to wane into gloomy oblivion.
O brilliant ebony skin with the wafting allure
Of ambergris to suffuse the whiff of odorous incence.
O passing beauty –
By Circadian or Accidental dissipation.
How best can I appreciate you, my beauty?
Except to behold you,
As a precious mound of carcass
Bedecked of sands and worms and air!
When I behold you as such, and still my heart is lured
With an irresistible longing to
Rouse this masculine flesh into verveful concupiscence
From this raw natural state,
This be a perfect beauty, a perpetual love.
And so will my soul drink content,
A brimming measure of this natural lee of love
And thirst no more to find beauty!
Confused and wary like a
spermwhale, you are
nosediving;-
through the shadows
of terrible pain
ejecting ambergris.
Who was getting
the bribery
to fix the belly button ?
This was not revolution.
It was evolution-
of a stinking city.
The gods were sleeping
on the lips of a pride.
Nurses were preparing the bed.
How far the sane voice
will reach, to deliver
the relics of a salted dynasty ?
•
Unbodied, how do I touch you
groping ? The message was not
clear. How to kill oneself on stage ?
A beehive falls on
your head. Are you going
to scream ?
Entire town was going
for a pilgrimage. The saint
was preparing for a self-burial.
A hundred thousand moons
were placed on your crown.
The sun was going to roll.
Charred bodies
were turning in graves.
Who was becoming untouchable now ?
Give me a kiss of cobra.
My bandaged life
wants to sleep in peace.
•
His severed legs were
tucked under his head to serve as a pillow.
He was half-eaten.
Howling
was silencing all the shames
Woman, I am not coming home.
Satish Verma
Make my life storm and shelter;
Earth and magic before mortal promises
Whispered into storm gray silk.
It is all fantasy behind green eyes
Laced with a tiger's grace.Golden earrings and ambergris
And the sweet scent of repletion...
The solace of one, pure, jewel bright
Unbroken bond
Held in the hollow of your heart and hands.
Sweep away the sorrows of the Past, my love;
Offer me unbridled passion with your kiss.
We do but simply rest in gentleness
Just beyond the lamplight's sweetest glow.
Time passes as it must.
The way of worlds turning
Is not so ordered by our standards...
And we live as we must.
We live, my love;
We are the softest of ripples
The soft ripples of laughter
Filling the air.
Storm and shelter...
Day and Night...
We are a righteous pair.
Passages through
The reality of Storm and Shelter
We truly areA righteous Pair.
Make my life storm and shelter;
Earth and magic before mortal promises
Whispered into storm gray silk.
It is all fantasy behind green eyes
Laced with a tiger's grace.
Golden earrings and ambergris
And the sweet scent of repletion...
The solace of one, pure, jewel bright
Unbroken bond
Held in the hollow of your heart and hands.
Sweep away the sorrows of the Past, my love;
Offer me unbridled passion with your kiss.
We do but simply rest in gentleness
Just beyond the lamplight's sweetest glow.
Time passes as it must.
The way of worlds turning
Is not so ordered by our standards...
And we live as we must.
We live, my love;
We are the softest of ripples
The soft ripples of laughter
Filling the air.
Storm and shelter...
Day and Night...
We are a righteous pair.
Passages through
The reality of Storm and Shelter
We truly are
A righteous Pair.
Private rustic dwelling ancient orchard
Leg of lamb with apricots and raisins
Saffron rice salad walnut oil dressing
Ambergris fragrance stroked his cheek
Long dress white linen steam pressed
Pristine white card Dark suit bodyguard
Highly polished rosewood dining table
Red stripes of traffic lights in the night
Spoon twirling fettuccini around his fork
Windows looking out onto the city lights
Walls covered with cabinets of books
Cosy cuddles piles of crushed clothing
Midsummer bonfire white-hot energy
Skin glistening sweat traced a circle.
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