Long Bougainvillea Poems

"As other spirits sail on music, mine, oh my love, swim on your perfume." Charles Baudelaire

"Sometimes you find an old bottle from which the soul returns." 
Charles Baudelaire

"Smell is a Word. Perfume is Literature."

"There are...

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Friday May 13th, 2022

An excerpt taken from a lengthy tome,
written courtesy a favorite poet of mine.

Paraskevidekatriaphobia  struck within a blink,
I swear yours truly never took a drink,
nevertheless he witnessed
and falsely accused of being a...

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The rest of this poem continued in Part 2
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I had to get out from behind the wall so that my spirit could grow tall
I had to get out from behind the wall to breathe fresh...

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Jinxed jesting jejune junior jobber...
just jabbering gibberish (A - J)

Again, another awkward ambitious
arduous attempt at alphabetically
arranging atrociously ambiguously
absolutely asinine avoidable alliteration.

Because...? Basically bonafide belching,
bobbing, bumbling, bohemian beastie boy,
bereft bummer, bleeds blasé blues, begetting
bloviated boilerplate bildungsroman,
boasting...

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I'm an enlightened 
equinox, strolling in
faded universe, 
dreaming poetry in
susurrus serenades 
of rustling 
ruby-leaves which
whisper cool 
beamish hues
to my autumnal-
quartz heart, 
when the nucleus 
of unborn flowers, 
wishes for a 
meditative 
musing amidst 
this mocha...

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THE KINTA VALLEY
OR : Dreams of the Sleeping Man
        (Anthropomorphic name of a mountain profile viewed from The Valley)

The sleeping man dreams on in calm detachment
While in valley...

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You have to forgive me
Been in the hospital 
For 3 days now
With mi amor
Who has been
In a month
white uniforms
Calm colors familiar
I almost forgot I
Step on new 
ground each day

Antiseptic smell
Broken by humanity
When what is taken
To...

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“Where is it?” I asked the art dealer with no preamble whatsoever. The tears were about to spill down my cheeks, and I found it hard to get the words past the lump in my...

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        Black boxes atop a vintage shelf
            adorned with dust of opinions groan.
    ...

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( Song of Solomon 4: 16 )



We Walked In The Garden At Midnight
We Walked Thru The Garden In Moonlight

Among Azealeas & Verbenas & Blue Jonquils
Sweet Honeysuckle, Yellow Primroses & Daffodils
Among White Phlox & Orchids &...

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Did You Learn Anything?

Go ahead.
Put your shoes on.
Walk outside and face the nervous day.
Know that your lungs will not resist you.
Know that your heart will still stir.
Put the key in the ignition.
Now turn the crank.

You...

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Ah summer when smiles nigh early on trees… 
Take season's kick-start, Karan, smiling first, 
Its bright yellow flowers when sway in breeze, 
And seem to brag: O watch my blossoms burst. 

Lest it be left...

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I haven’t the heart just now to flay your skin, 
consume your flesh; you are too beautiful to eat. 
The rose-pink dawn of your skin conceals your 
molten gold sweet flesh. 

Your shape has taken...

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Become my air,
pursuing my scent 
  in sweet fragrant  fields,
where devouring tastes 
   of bohemian spirit,
delicately descend 
    in subsistent sighs.
Distracting the 
     tones...

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Along the corridors both in white overcoats,
I think that’s what unifies us, what charges the environment
Even with light shakes and occasional jades
With larks pretence to just keep the handshake a little longer
Every meeting moment, both...

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“A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in–what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.”
          ...

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"Snapdragons and Dandy Lions (Part 1)"


“Don’t move,” she smiled gently,
“stay there, stop fidgeting, let me put these in your hair”,
I was sitting cross-legged 
on the lush green bluegrass lawn
it felt like 70’s Shagpile carpet, 
long...

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Such Innocent Madness
  
Listening to KHJ with the Real Don Steele,
playing it straight and loud on Boss Radio, with an
Elusive Butterfly wafting about, inside the tan ’68 Caprice, 
when his secret journey of a...

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Jinxed jesting jejune junior jobber...
just jabbering gibberish (A - I)

Again, another awkward ambitious
arduous attempt at alphabetically
arranging atrociously ambiguously
absolutely asinine avoidable alliteration.

Because...? Basically bonafide belching,
bobbing, bumbling, bohemian beastie boy,
bereft bummer, bleeds blasé blues, begetting
bloviated boilerplate bildungsroman,
boasting...

Read More

rain WHISPERS dreams … 
              a dawn full of expectations, joys, blessings 
         ...

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It glanced seductively at Louis with intricate petals and thorns from the roadside

A weedy hawker peddled the evergreen climber to make meagre ends meet

Measuring up philanthropy and potential for growth Louis dug down in his...

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  The forest is my loyal friend, a Delphic shrine to me- Ralph Waldo Emerson   

When fleeting feathers of ostrich ferns
  swiftly unravel euphonious tunes,
I drown in musky memories~
reminiscing the nights,...

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BOUGAINVILLEA

   At entrance of my villa, marvelous bougainvillea
  swings branches holding bunches of blossoms in opulence
  on variance of colors as purple, pink and white
  bright brilliant in gesture, hanging...

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I have a garden where roses and colorful orchids bloom and blush
Petunias, begonias and flaming euphorbia on each other brush
Where jasmines perfume the air and chrysanthemums flourish
They adorn my courtyard giving my eyes a joyful...

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Home is a bright pink crepe myrtle blowing in the wind.
His giggles and laughter while placing his feet in the sand.
Christmas lights wrapped around their hands, full of wonder and delight.
A mighty father making a...

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