Long Ambergris Poems

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My Natural Beauty

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!


A Fragrance Expires

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.

The Sea Cave's Lee

All words and wonder, wobbling copper green
Foam and guano floating 
In the sea cave’s lee
A flock of gannets raucous on a rocky pile
And the ever-growing echo as the men came by
Climbed from the boat 
And dragged it from the water
Bare feet on painful pebbles relieved by sand
And, at the back of the cave, they dug on their knees 
Scooping with their hands
A tiny purple phial was found, ancient and Phoenician
The granite stopper plucked 
And, instead of a salty seaweed smell,
An oozing, resinous scent
From the darkness of consciousness
A rose and orange essence
Though not exactly a smell
Rather a panorama of far-off painted and planted secret messages
Kiss-kept by a woman
The tinkle of her bangles upon her wrists and ankles still
Echoed in the cave as if the lady was there
Her glancing eye gripped one cold
The press of her heel as she posed before dance
The burst of laughter with friends
Admiring her pencilled eyebrows and plum-blushed lips
Hips and elbows endearingly tipped
She leant forward and whispered into the traveller’s ear, 
All words and wonder:
“Find me some ambergris and bring it to Arabia
Find me some ambergris to perfume my breasts
Find me some ambergris and bring it to my tent.”

My Love

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!
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Red Sun

I still follow
the blinking spells
of the rose wine sunsets
before surging sandstorms,
believing in the euphoric breeze
floating across the
shivering skyline,
echoing vermilion voices,
lost in the limestone grains,
as questions of change
interrogate the empathy
encrypted within
my inhibited intuition,
like spices of kismet flames,
swirling to the fluid fluency
of sentimental keys
in saxophone tunes…

But in the midst of moving monsoons,
I feel the eagle feathers of Zeus
rain upon the crystalline swing,
crooning songs of tameless time~
wrapped in the crescent cocoon
of silent splendor,
as I rise, dressed in steel and silver.

I hear the bluebird dream
in symphonies of the karmic sea,
streaming with specters
of star-struck ghosts…

O majestic marine jewel,
change is a promised ocean.
It’s sprouting coral blues
from reefs of ambergris embers,
awaiting floods of onyx tears
and jagged thistles,
like a tsunami of smeared streaks
reflecting the smoke
and swollen stains of the red sun.

Tonight, I erase the last mistake;
a scribbled imitation
of my aching past,
for I could not veil the scars,
failing to seize the
splitting clusters of
slate and garnets,
burning between
sleepless lakes,
drenched in midnight terrors,
as satanic waves
blur the turquoise surfing
through the limitless twilight.
Yet, I hear the mermaid moon
call my name in magical refrains,
steering my iridescent silhouette
to an ivory shore
where ebony hints of ink
would home the hermit castles,
where you and I can breathe~
as soulmates destined
to draw neon lifelines from
bioluminescent sparkles…

So let the bluebird drift into an orchid dream
where karma is the poet~
draped in deep violet,
writing elegies
to the eclipsed eyes of the red sun
that stole the silk and sage
of summer sighs…
And change is more than just a mere rhyme,
it is the ultimate essence
to rearrange
whimsical words
woven within wind
from honey and gold
of a
dulcet
dawn.


Premium Member Impression, Sunrise, Claude Monet

I feared to reach for the ambrosial drift
of ambergris floating
      through turquoise tides
      beneath the rising sun ~
      reluctant to relish the resilience
of nascent nova,
           as if every ray
                      of light held
blackness of uncertainties,
yet I’ve learned to
       heal beneath the searing
heat of hypocrisy ~
      I glow on,  no longer obscured
by their oblivious observation
of my orbit,
for I am a morning star 
    unceasingly sparkling
across dusky horizons,
loving, living ~ breathing,
         dreaming,
in love
with the calm
           of crystal-clear currents,
and the crescendo 
        of poetic collisions,
for this heart unlocks gateways
   to the abyss of sea-salt silence,
allowing dawn to caress
the corners of my suppressed fears ~
as the eclipsed cannot
dim the pulse of painted patience
              with butterfly strokes…

      I am a windward wanderer
stirring among
               life’s whimsical waves,
as the sky spills
caramel clusters
                  over celestial cerulean,
and my soul unfurls
like an odyssey
kissed by the divine flame,
scripting
        deep warm hues of blue ~
                         colors of fate,
only you and I can reveal,
for we are both
          brushed with oil,
   lost in the
         serene palette of siren secrets…

and life ~ 
      O soul feeler,
       this existence is a sail
           we voyage through
sighing stillness
                   and soaring sapphires
  cradling simple blessings
                 that nature gifts us 
   wrapped in unwavering faith ~
Form: Ekphrasis

Ambergris

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

You Are Africa

You are Africa 

Every 30 Million km^2 

This is you

You are Africa 

Every 54 countries and even the 2 disputed

This is you

You are Africa 

The birthplace of mankind

Sahelanthropus tchadensis 

Australopithecus africanus

Australopithecus afarensis

*****habilis

*****erectus

This is you 

You are Africa 

Your skin composed of Platinum and Pallidium

Is found embedded in the Rocks of Zimbabwe 

From Kilimanjaro came your structure

Both Tall and Mighty you are

From the Sahara came your thick hair

Bushy and Exuberant 

As far as Algeria spreads

Is as far as your eyes can see

Your nose smells the Ambergris

As you stroll the coast of Madagascar 

Your lips

Your beautiful lips

Resemble those of the Queens that once graced the land of Ethiopia

Your core stands erect

Taller than Mount Mikeno in Congo

The thunderous beat of your heart come from the drums of Ghana

You Hands brushed over Egypt

Thus erecting the Pyramids

Your arms wrap around me

Just like the Nile to East Africa

Your legs originate from Tanzania 

Always Migrating when need be 

Your feet carried the weight of mankind 

You are stronger than the Elephants of Nigeria

So when anyone equivalates your black beauty to sin

Remind them of the richness from Africa you have within

This is you

You are Africa 

Africa are you

QUEEN Afareen

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 

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Form: Rhyme

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