Oh waxing Phoebe!how merciless art thou?
To stalk when my Psyche lamenting.
Thou art stoleth radiance of her sanctity face
Ye haven't thy own
Never bud aroma roses, it's not virtue
When my loved mourns
It's from her rosette cheeks
Thou grasped away her colour
Aurora!I pray unto thee
Ensconce my loved for mercy sake
Fear I, the lustful Sun
May perhaps, copulate her through radiance
Pluck away my eyes, oh lightning!
For I dare not to witness, my dying Psyche.
That moment arose when I wasn't feeling too good
Didn't get a monthly reminder as I normally would
I was unsure if I should tell you or wait for a sign
We're married so you can't say the baby isn't mine
The night I told you your reaction made me uneasy
Wasn't sure if you had thoughts of leaving me
Hope you're not angry because we both did this
Anytime we decide to copulate we both take a risk
It's a false alarm because I thought I was pregnant
By your reaction our love would have been stagnant
Now I know where I stand if an accident happens
Where a baby starts is where our marriage ends
It's understandable if you were nervous or scared
My mom was as well when at sixteen I was bared
Always keep in mind that we're both in this together
Just another storm to what we've already weathered
Don’t be fooled, they carry
nothing of the Orient’s allure.
These voracious beetles,
if they had the appetite,
might easily bring down
the loftiest sequoia.
Depraved sexual deviants,
they deflower helpless roses
in broad daylight; and, like
Medieval artisans of yore
turn hardy zinnias into
empty-ribbed cathedral windows.
Their shells are hard like
scarabs, but charmless,
slicked with an iridescence
cheap and tacky like carnival glass.
Eager to reproduce their kind,
they feed and copulate
at the same time.
Sex has never lost its need
with any creature on this planet,
least of all these pesky beetles,
so a potent sex attractant does
the job. And even in the heat
of destructive flames, they go
at it mindlessly one last time.
Star-crossed by the years
a cuckhold of fate ...
I made love to you
in the copulate verses
of another time
— and another life
(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)
Hey Valentine, where are you?
Are you hiding amid the peaks of a mountain
or in the depths of an ocean?
Are you in the sweltering heat of summer
Or in the torrential flood of the monsoon?
You are lost between winter’s chill
and the verdure of spring.
You make me shiver and sweat in turn.
You are at once the soft touch of a feather
and the sting of a speeding arrow!
Love is now stagnant without flow
like the duck weed that float
over the greasy surface of still waters.
You are crushed between the petals
of a rose and its thorns.
You are thrown hither and tither,
by fevered minds.
Oh, where are you?
You hide between darkness and dawn,
at the intersection of dreams and nightmares
where love and heartache copulate.
Where are you, Valentine?
Better you be in your hide out.
I don’t want to see your bloody face,
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Dreams and Reflections
As dreamers, we awaken to find disappointments. Each of us dreams, but on different planes. Today, I still harbor the dream of owning a place—a safe haven, my wildest fantasy. While many aspire to be boss ladies, I revel in being the captain of my own soul. My situation remains deferred; I require no rescue. Surrounded by a few friends, I am a free-spirited poet lost in words. I copulate with illusions, my natural ritual—alone with my thoughts, fulfilling my soul. Thankfully, none of your spirits infiltrate my inner sanctum.
Goodbyes punctuate my relationships; loneliness, my chosen weakness. Like Lady Moses, I ascend the mountain of self-reflection, glimpsing my tomorrows before aiding others.
summary:
In essence, the poem encourages us to embrace our dreams, face disappointments with resilience, and seek clarity within ourselves before extending help to others. Life, like poetry, is a journey of exploration and understanding.
My soul seems to be hidden today.
Where can it conceal itself?
I thought it was always with me,
Roaming the endless paths
That clatter the corridors of my mind,
coursing through my arteries and veins,
invading all essential organs
that keeps me alive all day.
Maybe it flew away
Like some mad eagle that lost its way!
I will not search for it.
It will return when it feels
There is a need for it.
My feet follow tracks unknown
Oblivious of time and space.
I meet old friends and strangers,
I pass on,
I do not recognise their mien.
I thread through paths lined
With rampant dark green ferns,
I slush through shallow muddy pools,
I rest below the copious hedgerows.
Down in the valley cows are milked,
Geese cackle and cocks crow,
Cats copulate in peace.
Fragrance of new-cut hay
Makes my nostrils flare.
Smoke billows from the chimney
Of an old cottage near the farm.
Should I invite myself,
Betake a country hearty meal?
I am welcome
Urged to taste the home-brewed beer
Or the new fermented cheese.
I feel a kind of peace.
Perhaps my soul is back
Or perhaps it's the beer or the cheese.
Who can say?
I decided what separates
The poems of the Young
From the poems of the Old
Isn’t the song sung nor story told;
Rather it’s down to The Style
Which captures a Frown or a Smile.
Do You prefer to mentally copulate
With the first prick of fresh heartache,
Or do you prefer the dejection,
Pain and unspared despair
Of often brutally-inflicted
Repeat Rejection
It’s simply a matter of taste.
A Choice doesn’t have to be made.
We can Break your heart Either Way.
trust is a precious gift
once broken
we may never repair
shards that cut to the bone
a heart empties
love is sometimes
at its best a vertiginous climb
of heavens and hells
so enduring yet fragile
a bouquet graced vase
becomes the mistake
lying on the floor
the detritus of a receding faith
why is it sometimes
i can feel his footsteps
walking away from our bed
and i do not really care
you are his paramour
so why not mine
i go to the zoo
watch monkeys copulate
work on acceptance
animals possess an honesty
humanity rarely achieves
such is life at times
deposits you at its doors
with a horizon of jaundiced eyes
where faith struggles with its death
join hands with perfidious Janus
Fergus Falls 96
Her eagerness to be successful
bought her to him to be alone
Her need and. desire to copulate
Made loving her less a chore
The wines and bread to began
The evenings scored in song
Might this night start our togetherness
A perfection of you and I
Nothing to sort through
Alone just you and I
Months later he spoke the names of Kong Oru
Kung Fu-tzu Siddhartha Gautama Yosef Ben Yaakov
and Yeshua Hamashlach Batjoachim in Prayer
AS he worked up his nerves to marry him as she
Was pregnant.
He had this as there supper.
Apis Mellifere Mare Crisium
Pigeon and Gamehen
With Mushrooms and Rice
Marinade, Olive Oil, Pomegranate molasses, grated ginger, crushed garlic,red current sauce,soy sauce, lime juice,fish stock,
Liquid smoke, marinade for three to four hours.
Veggies
Green peppers,red peppers,onion,garlic, yellow squash, mushrooms, bacon, sunflower seeds,sesame seed oil,slithered almonds, raisins.
Lemon sour thoughts in aquamarine
imagery of dry desire pure pale powdered sage
quaint quear copulate of Cupids
with bows that draw Archaic archer
arrows aimed at the blackest of hearts
drum bitter black regrets into souls depths
dark deeds, something rages rare raw
Crimson liquor that lingers on the floor
in lavish lacquered halls, intricate doors
weathered by thunderstorms lashing the walls
where once elegant lush balls drive men, women twirling, dancing till dawn
Are in full burn, blares bright until the wee artificial hours of midnight
of wet tropical rains, hurricanes
gain power and destruction
by morn born falling silver rain
in the light of a pure pale Moon, wax, and wane
Clouds receded fade away
transfix by orbs of Odin Odd Omnipotent eye
full and alive burning bright
in cold cobalt midnights a wash all
in the fallacies of youth
the breath of God’s are ghosts in ruins
the cascade of the insane
Our sour lemon thoughts and aquamarine dreams
Are oblique obsolete imagery fading in fleeting lives
We are by-product of souls once alive
We learn from souls once alive
We speak of souls once alive
We call on souls once alive
We pay homage to souls once alive
We recapture images of souls once alive
We dream dreams of souls once alive
We catch glimpse of souls once alive
We pine for souls once alive
We breathe in souls once alive
We fear souls once alive
We wrestle with souls once alive
We hate souls once alive
We walk on souls once alive
We do rituals for souls once alive
We copulate with souls once alive
We pray renewal of our soul, still alive.
*
There’s a battle that is raging
For the future of mankind
Those choosing to deny it
Live in ignorance sublime
Like a kiss of death eternal
From a twisted Valentine
Deceit hangs in the air
Like a potent Turpentine
Surveillance states’ their aim
Information is the key
More value there, than cash or gold
A whole new currency
Incentivize our doctors
As, in time, we’ll pay their fee
As every vestige granted
Is never, ever free
On the brink of World destruction
With a populace irate
While religious factions act
On scripted policies of hate
Governments in cold collusion
Godless unions consummate
Endeared to chains of servitude
Beasts of burden copulate
They! Enigmas and anomalies
And walking contradictions
We, stand, soldiers of misfortune
On the road to our perdition
Neither paedophile nor parasite
Waste time on their contrition
Each candidate’s a nightmare
Spinning threads of cold sedition
Like lemmings to the slaughter
Or penned-in frightened sheep
Their acid tongues enthuse us
Not to leave our castles keep
Our crucifixes mounted
On Calvarys Hill so steep
Armageddon’s looming closer
Oh! How Jesus He must weep!
Hirayangarbha, the one, splits into two
Birthing all manifest polarity
Yearning for merging, a pulse that renews
The flow of life in continuity
Kybalion spake, as above, so below
Kundalini rises from root to crown
Energies two, in gentleness mellow
Copulate in heart, wherein they both drown
Thus as one becomes two, to merge as one
We see singularity of oneness
In the light of the spiritual sun
We re-cognise interconnectedness
Love the singular unifying force
Within our heart, perennial resource
18-January-2021
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