Why are we shocked
with the space we owe?
Conveys with it a specific frustration
With not a single companion to have,
But how little we need to bring
The main exhilaration that exists,
Is the exhilaration we've carried with us
Frangipanis outside needs thy steady acclaim,
The inflated shafts, once a primary fascination
Looks fit for somebody other than me
Still it’s mine
Now I think It
Will be known by the art we hang
May be that is the reason
Wherever we go nowadays
Vanity has tailed us like a pet
When we believe in anecdotes
Than worldly companions can never be ours
I feel that with a house this way,
I should set up a major gathering
That would please with vulnerabilities of night,
And simply attempt to settle in
As everybody, even in his own space, is a vexed visitor
Spring is dressed up
in various shades of green
Generously emitting sun rays
with a dazzling sheen
The sycamore tree
keeps sighing in the hissing
Morning wind. Frangipanis
here and there glisten
As white as winter snow.
Butterflies float about
Happily; somewhere a nightingale
joyously sings out
Clusters of clouds hang above,
the sky wonderfully blue
Ah, the youth of spring!
Everything seems brand new
Bees and hummingbirds
pollinate flowers in bloom
Mother Earth shows
no scintilla of gloom
Date written: 10/02/2018
Exotic perfumes opulent
Hibiscus and jasmine sentient
Charming flute and sitar entice
Indian chants undulating
Heads pivoting eyes inviting
Warm smiles reminiscent of spice
Voices that throw you in a trance
In a most voluptuous dance
Timing of twirling so precise
Long black waves of ebony hair
Swaying through the sumptuous air
Sweet frangipanis caressed thrice
Exotic perfumes opulent
Most seductive graceful movement
Colorful sari paradise
Hand caresses so alluring
Romantic moves hypnotizing
Expressive beguiling eyes slice
Through melodic extravagance
Beckoning magic’s elegance
Playing on heart strings that suffice
Such flair as spry as pure prayer
Let your soul embark if you dare
Swirls of sensuous bounty twice
Hibiscus and jasmine sentient
Charming flute and sitar entice
Exotic perfumes opulent
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~NAMASTE~ 2020
AP: 3rd place 2020, Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on April 29, 2020 for contest STRAND PICK H sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 3RD
Clouds explode and bloom
Flower petals fall as rain
Sunshine picks them up again
Counting each scented one
He loves me
He loves me not
(The rhythm of a young girl’s dreams)
Aphrodisiacs of soothing fragrance swirl:
Lavender, Honeysuckle, Roses
Magnolias in the summer
Frangipanis for the evenings
In Spring, Wisteria, in time for beginnings
Lily-of-the-valley, delicate but tough
Jasmine, so calming at the pressure points
Young girls twist daisies together, a friendship chain
Before candy necklaces became all the rage
Aloha leis welcome us into the warm island sun
Anchor us as friends to the Pacific chain
Should cataclysmic clouds explode and bloom
Showering all mankind with potent petals
How dangerous our scented love becomes
A contagious infusion of happily ever after
cool night breeze
As the wind shakes the trees
red frangipanis are such delight
As ducks and ducklings waggle under the moonlight,
The Thrush,crickets and tadpoles whistled through the night,
Ripples on stream as sky reigns supreme
Birds move round like a team
By the stream.
Olusegun Arowowlo ;Date:08-23-2012
Contest:"Night Melody-TROIS-par-HUIT" Sponsored by Nette Onclaud
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