Long Coquetry Poems

Bounteous mass media mechanizations...
generate fixation spurring sexual exploitation
evidenced courtesy adulation
particularly regarding young females,
whose seductive poses 
linkedin selling (hard) wares
versus advertising males sporting, harkening,
approximating Adonis with remarkable beauty. 

Western civilization commercialization,
commodification, communication 
methodologies adrip with deification,...

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Part 2/2

Kawaali or Kawali  ( A form of Singing very popular in India and Pakistan )
 ( More details on my first Blog )

SAMPLE OF A KAWAALI - ONE CAN HEAR ON U TUBE...

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Kawaali or Kawali  ( A form of Singing very popular in India and Pakistan )

SAMPLE OF A KAWAALI - ONE CAN HEAR ON U TUBE http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rNYwneo08xQ&p=12E509C60B2AAEC7&playnext=1&index=70



I Can Hear your Voice In My Heart ...

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If Your Love Belonged To Me

Are there no words that I can say, 
No supplication I might pray? 
My tortured heart would be set free.....
If your love belonged to me

I'd write poems that would make...

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This is a poem written by my mother, under her, "nom de plume", 
Genevieve St. Cyr.

The mechanical bird covered with diamonds, sings only 
waltzes until the insides give way, and the sound 
of his craft...

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Part Two

From that moment onwards
Not when the fingerless muscles unclasped
    the indented bones
But from that moment of knowing
   from that very moment of sustenance
That day of human unbelief died unsung
And...

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Sordid tales your eyebrows tell
Insinuations start to sing
Things we all know very well--
Say, did you miss my wedding ring?

You’d do you worst right here and now
A stealthy drink from your chalice
Want me to forget the...

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BANISH ME TO THE BOOKSHOP

Chain me, so I can roam. Lock me away in this bower.
Banish me to the bookshop - i’ll enjoy this affair for hours!

First editions recline behind smudge-proof glass.
Lock-and-key lick of lips,...

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I drive an appetite that never tires; 
A gaping heart engulfing all it seeks. 
I own a will that constantly misfires; 
A mind subverted by its own critiques. 
I navigate the valleys and the peaks...

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A governess, a guardian of the young, so known and dear as to be called “Mother” and a noblewoman, just barely 12 by age, named Portia, sit talking as the sun sets the stage for...

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Is wedlock the true route to all conjugal bliss,
Nuptial excitement that starts with a kiss?
Or is it the halter after the altar,
That threatens to fetter and make life not better?
The fondling and cuddling and nights...

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I feel a nauseating revulsion to see scraps of prose
Bundled together in a neatened pile in the name of poetry,
And prizes being awarded for such otiose verbiage
And praises being heaped for such boring coquetry.

Poetry, my...

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Claudelle, we must go away and start a new life.
This fruitless sharecropping has just cost me my wife.
Believe me, in every way, I loved your mother.
Frustrated and annoyed, she left me for another.

I know you...

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The ballerina with her coquetry
and prince with yawning tights his legs stump me.

Her twirl a-spin with graceful poise so long.
The twaddle of his movements poor ping-pong.

Unhandsome chin and rabbit ears so dull
But Alice charms before...

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Lady Melanie with silver locks
Loved her bonbons, bagels, and graved lox.
Curmudgeon geezers viewed her a fox,
But she loved them less than chicken pox.

Melanie kept free as best she could.
She allowed no time for coquetry
Or Penelope-style...

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The frosty is the heart
Is all the blood,
As if there is any!
The chilling flame of an evil,
Erupts and soaks.

The love is lost,
The lunge of an eroded part
Passes and squawks

A new angel, sent the God
Erotic and...

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Dark louring clouds,
Golden hues of flirting pirouettes,
Hushed waters,
A gentle breeze in whispering conversation,
Lovers' bliss,
Dream's honeycomb,
The soul shall have its sweets,
And taste love floating free,
Where the shore kisses the sea,
With subtle coquetry.
 I shall meet my...

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