blythe, inexhaustible, spirit
sweet nectar drips from your wings
honeybees relish each morsel
a sprite effervescence springs
languidly, lovingly, lilting
you flutter, you flit, and you sing
oboes, they obey your bidding
symphonies fit for a king
Languidly I walk
Trying so hard to be brave
Darkness smells my grief -
Until heaven lights the cloud
Fulfilling endless prayer.
Archegonium, arcanum.
Shaped like a flask or tom-tom drum.
Sagebrush and pitcher plant, sweet wine.
Red rhinoceros, yohimbine.
Ricochet, round rebound ride roil.
Oracle, bad dreams within boil.
Karyon, at the center found?
Nucleus, cell. Synapse, surround.
Terminal, termite, thermite, torch.
Chew through the floorboards. Borax, scorch.
Yataghan, yashmak, christen clepe.
Hound, underground linger and leap.
Ktenology by kumiss?
Knissomancy, thy kurtosis?
Yperite, yon ypsiliform.
Poisonous gas, the foe keep warm.
Yonderley yucca, yex yusho.
Stain their skin as you kill them slow.
Xiphoid, thy sword-shaped clenching force.
O katabothron, at thy source.
Xography, cast a xoanon.
Tridimensional, O black swan?
Ballerina, thy blessed balm.
Dancing like dew down frond of palm.
Keckle the kedge, keelhaul the keeve.
Languidly, liquor, lest love leave.
Kier filled with kilderkins of kif.
Cannabis grown by coral reef.
Oceanic rift, occipital.
Taligrade, talionic, trull.
Knarred knobber, knubble. Knor, sore knout.
Krasis, kraurosis. Crisis, clout...
Here I found my peace of mind
I’m a facebook freak
In dark waters of my time
I can swim or sink
No one watches me when I
Languidly pass through
Posts of groups to which I’m signed
And some posts of you
I’m a scapegoat to the world
So I don’t talk much
If they need to share absurd
I am out of touch
Sharing mostly pleasant sights
I’m a facebook soul
I believe in you, despite
You’re not here at all
Once upon a time there were
Two of us, now one
Then one day comes down a blur
And there will be none.
What a cat was Razzmatazz -
small, smooth and sleek.
Guests would call and in she’d slink
just to take a peek.
What a cat was Razzmatazz.
Languidly she’d preen.
Eyes I still cannot define
were they gold or green?
What a cat was Razzmatazz
and a little fat.
Even if she lay around,
I was fine with that.
What a cat was Razzmatazz.
As I stroked her fur,
she would start her motor up
with a smooth jazz purr!
What a cat was Razzmatazz.
Had to say goodbye
when my cat got really sick.
Sad she had to die.
I immigrated to myself
From the land of brave
Left my old life on the shelf
Gave it a long wave
If you ask me how it goes
In my new sweet home -
Life is cheap here, in flows
Like the brook in Castle Combe
You don’t need a job to fill
A precious time you’ve got
Money comes just by the will
I’m not asking for a lot
Languidly, without fuss
The days and nights go by
Sitting back, I watch the stars
Falling from the sky.
QUEEN Afareen designed a perfume bottle
she herself exuded a scent of untainted ambergris, orris wafted as her heavenly cue
lime with jasmine spritz her exuberant brew
a black swan neck curved crystal female form
this bottle crafted in alexandrite, mirroring her
pharaoh shaped silhouette, gold sun rays embedded facade, stopper of opal warm
ruby inlays rested languidly at bottle base
slivers of pearl and aquamarine laced
replica of Aphrodite she encased in Myanmar teak, sculpted with elk ivory, reclining bottle
in Muga silk before a river lilting lily wattle
then gifted herself her own bottle, liquid tomb
nimble fingers twisting opal top for perfume
her unique irreplaceable exuding essence
imperceptibly drifting reverent presence
drinking the last undistilled drops from
edenic perfume bottle, QUEEN Afareen
extinguished herself gracefully into muscled
arms of Adonis, as bottle drifted downstream
towards turquoise ocean emptied, beamed
a sorrowed counterploy buried, it screamed
____________
Viscous lava disc
Surface shifts in slow motion
Dropping languidly
WOMB WORDS
Womb ! Mother of All, what sayeth you
knowing activation before birth
births through girths, a Q ?
~ ‘I see rainmakers smoking pipes
drink from ostrich eggs fresh
then hike wearing silver Nikes
embryo cells magically multiply
hearing guinea fowl cackle on high
kicking sensations, baby legs sigh
atoms alight travel from mom to babe
life witnesses itself languidly lacing
almost due, a beautiful hue
womanhood elastic expands happy rosy
she is cow peace or yappy puppy cosy
who will give sweet milk, play with baby gay
while father on maroon
patterned mat prays every day’ ~
I birth in agony and ecstasy entwined
welcoming a caramel soul
divine !
My desire is to savor the taste of your sweet lips
and wake the flame of passion asleep in your heart.
I'd brush the contours of your face with my fingertips
then paint your beauty from memory as a work of art.
If I could I would fetch you the moon on a spoon,
and a drink made of honey that I collected from bees.
To make you smile, a romantic tune I would croon,
and profess my love for you while down on my knees.
I would cradle you affectionately in my arms at night
and then languidly sigh while breathing in your scent.
I'd compare you to the wonders of celestial starlight.
With such burnished love, I would be placidly content.
I'd write sonnets for you to reveal what's in my soul,
capture the moon for you and leave it at your door.
I'd wrap it in stardust and tie it with ribbons of gold,
solemnly vowing my heart to be yours, forever more.
King Canute would play his flute,
And dance upon his nose;
And all the while a symphony
He’d languidly compose.
TRAIN TRAVEL
I am on a superfast train
Listening to the soothing refrain,
Of the wheels on the railway track
Clickety clack, clickety clack.
Verdant vistas on either side,
Soothing visions during the ride.
Hamlets and villages flash by,
Little children waving "Hi"!
Fields of wheat and sugarcane,
Glistening from recent rains.
No pollution, no blaring horns,
No impatience or faces forlorn.
The catering staff wend their way,
Distributing food on trays.
We tuck into a hearty meal,
Get a satiated feel.
Chat with fellow travelers,
Some sober, some revelers.
Each with different tales to tell,
Caught up in a magical spell.
Halting at railway stations,
Quaint outposts of the nation.
The aroma of frying food,
You simply cannot elude.
Idyllic this train travel,
Just unwind and unravel.
Far away from stress and strain,
Modern life's eternal bane.
Stretching on my berth, relaxed,
Languidly just laying back,
Till I reach my destination
I'll admire Nature's creations.
TRAIN TRAVEL
I am on a superfast train
Listening to the soothing refrain,
Of the wheels on the railway track
Clickety clack, clickety clack.
Verdant vistas on either side,
Soothing visions during the ride.
Hamlets and villages flash by,
Little children waving "Hi"!
Fields of wheat and sugarcane,
Glistening from recent rains.
No pollution, no blaring horns,
No impatience or faces forlorn.
The catering staff wend their way,
Distributing food on trays.
We tuck into a hearty meal,
Get a satiated feel.
Chat with fellow travelers,
Some sober, some revelers.
Each with different tales to tell,
Caught up in a magical spell.
Halting at railway stations,
Quaint outposts of the nation.
The aroma of frying food,
You simply cannot elude.
Idyllic this train travel,
Just unwind and unravel.
Far away from stress and strain,
Modern life's eternal bane.
Stretching on my berth, relaxed,
Languidly just laying back,
Till I reach my destination
I'll admire Nature's creations.
Woken up, I want to sleep
Now I need it to be deep
As an ocean, where my boat
Welters on in aimless float
Not a sign of land ahead
Beaches of the golden sand
Must be somewhere else aside
Up and down goes my ride
Waves are raging all around
I’ve no dream of solid ground
Not a word I have to say
Rocking languidly away.
Birds twitter, birds croon to each other,
I watch life moving at a lulling slower pace,
Rose bushes leisurely sway, breeze converses
With the rustling leaves, clouds float languidly
In endless azure,
Sailboats sailing in emerald ocean,
Picturesque, perpetual, blissful!
Life is an endless stream,
A voyage to unknown,
Life is made up of impossible dreams...
I gaze at a dreamcatcher, unachieved goals
No longer make me feel bleakly miserable, or discontent,
My life is full with lilac aspirations, not failed achievements!
Does it matter in
The ultimate scheme of things, we are
All pawns in the chessboard of an
Unknown skilled magician, who smiles at our arrogance,
Blesses all his children..
Unaware of the profound truth of life ~
And Death!
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