Sugar paper petals rippable Hibiscus
Musk sap via jungle civet melts to jelly
Turkish Delight icing, licked clean fingers
Rubber soft texture entices tongues joyfully
Mallow centesimal stripes boiled candy
Star picket stick pink pigment saccharine
Temptress in dress derived from deer manly
Restless gypsy tastebuds buzz within labyrinth
Gender column calm offers an absconding
Seductive glands have universal indulgence
Elon holds obstinately to his Mars 2030 colony
Stamen aims telescope towards closer emulsion
Satellite dish observation grants mans' wishes
Expands our command of unimagined planets
Future mixes musk fusions for either expeditious
Sows anise seeds for Mars far sighted inhabitants
23rd January 2023
Written for Contest: Musk
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
Categories:
civet, change, color, environment, gender,
Form: Rhyme
If I ask you would you give me some time
A brief moment shared in rhythm and rhyme
I will not ask for any more than that
Just the merest glimpse of sweet paradise
Inhaling your sweet scent of civet cat
Aroma feeding my inner desire
Just a moment of lust shared between us
Ignites the spark of eternity’s fire
The supreme love of Vulcan and Venus
Again, I ask for a moment in time
The question hidden in casual chitchat
My words lost, disguised grains of wild rice
Will your heart see all this that I desire
The dark love within romantic snugness
Categories:
civet, love, metaphor,
Form: Sonnet
Fortune, fame, fortitude reign,
But draw not the tame-spirited
From their lofty perch
As distinction never clouds the space
Claimed to trace the paths of attraction!
Calm, drawn subliminally over intervals,
Graced by desire and formed in fascination
Of ponderous depths!
A quality born of ancestral lingerings,
Buried sweetnesses,
Perceived prissiness,
Beauty of a privet and convergence
Of shades, shadows, textures
Becomes an almost civet-scented incantation.
Categories:
civet, imagery, imagination, inspirational, senses,
Form: Free verse
Wafting in the air,sweet scent of your soul,
Like a garden of lilac shrub and sweet pea;
Exuding my path, deodorant of your whole,
Like the path of African civet cat or hill
Of scent-born-beetles. You are not afar,
Your beacon,your sweet aroma is distinct;
Yours is not red-herring,but a sun’s compass;
Ageless trajectory that never misleads .
I am close,nearer than phalanges to metacarpus;
The scent of your soul,beam of light to my sight,
The scent of your soul,eternal buoy in my life ocean;
You are the mouth, I am the hand; in sun and in shade,
Does hand miss its journey to the mouth? Does hen
Miss its path to the brood?When horse comes to stable,
It does not need the bridle ; often in hide and seek,
Romeo knows where Juliet is. The scent of your soul,
Like the moon in the sky,which hand can shroud?
The scent of your soul, effulgence of the sun,
Which curtain can veil?When thunder sparks,
Who can extinguish its light with his breath?
Doubt not, delay not, deter not,no fissure;
Like onion’s flesh we are bound;like hunchback
Glued to the back we are locked;you wait not in vain,
Because of the scent of your soul,we shall cut cake.
Oct.12th,2014.
Categories:
civet, addiction, identity, love,
Form: Verse
Jabberwocky Redux
After reading too much Aquinas
Would an aphid reside in an onager’s ear
if the onager’s master spoke Twi?
Or a Gascony scop with a leper elope
if a civet leapt out of a tree?
You doubt it? Read Thomas and see.
Would an addax in Denmark gyrate
if an emu in Sweden bore freight?
Or an eland in Chile complain
if jerboas in Goa refrain?
You doubt it? Read Thomas and see.
For really I thought ‘twas the onager taught
the aphid the tenor of Twi, and
that Gascony scops with Norwegians eloped
when Danes had lepers to tea.
You doubt it? Read Thomas and see.
Donal Mahoney
Categories:
civet, confusion
Form: Free verse
Let Any Agnostic Provide a Reply
After reading too much Aquinas
Would an aphid reside in an onager’s ear
if the onager’s master spoke Twi?
Or a Gascony scop with a leper elope
if a civet leapt out of a tree?
You doubt it? Read Thomas and see.
Would an addax in Denmark gyrate
if an emu in Sweden bore freight?
Or an eland in Chile complain
if jerboas in Goa refrain?
You doubt it? Read Thomas and see.
For really I thought ‘twas the onager taught
the aphid the tenor of Twi, and that
Gascony scops with Norwegians eloped
when Danes had lepers to tea.
You doubt it? Read Thomas and see.
Donal Mahoney
Categories:
civet, faith
Form: Free verse