Long Eloped Poems
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He was a hard-edged razor-back, but bright.
His hands were red-dog rough, but his smile was a delight.
She was a soft-hearted floret, and smart.
Her hands felt as light and plump as a neonate’s heart.
She was Rubenesque, and shy.
He was a coyote-skinny kind of guy.
She was a Demi-Tram, and the head of the voting party.
He was against voting, but was scientific and arty.
Her eyes were angelic – a gray blue smooth mix.
His eyes were buggy and could stare with a salmonid’s fix.
When they were thrown into Senator Swear’s cocktail party,
He walked up to her, to say he found her outfit quite arty.
None of the rest noticed, as the men were ignoring her due to her beauty.
The women were ignoring his homeliness, feeling it was socially their duty.
He was humble, polite, respectful, did not look down at videos, U-tube.
Best of all, he kept his eyes on her face, not her enormously prominent boobs.
She did not think this unremarkable night could be salvaged,
But when he made his approach, she was quickly re-val-vaged.
He did not tell her she was pretty, but by his attention he showed her quite dearly.
Their mutual in Schopenhauerism almost immediately drew them together and clearly.
By the end of the evening the he and she were a completely-smitten we.
They both had dogs named Varuna, so they eloped on day three.
fine, you want me to be like the rest?
sure, I’ll speak just so… gee..you’re the best.
Honey, how big and fancy is your car! tee hee!
Money, wow so spendy in the flash you are! hehe!
Honey, pay some attention to me….
I painted my nails can’t you see?
Important details on my agenda
Said a honey in the money is a splendid…man.
Go fine yo’self one darlin’! Just be charm’in
but don’t mean it in the heart, no...
Not til the checks on the table from the start.
Wait… I’m sure it’s still not real enough…
Oh how i love you
loving love the way i do
all i do is become you
loving you is ALL i doooo….
missing you my heart does bleed
kissing you once was all i’d need…
oh blah and blah this lovely read
Yawwns… my echo…
Write, right, the stage was left
Cleft rift, if you get my drift
Sheez a canteena that went pretty swift
Cuz I see a patina on the apron’s Chef…
and if you ‘dont get this’ I dont give a sh.it.
:)
Wait, let me get back to what we do…
drama rama is the name of this show
Here we go… Springer, you got nuttin’ on me
Can’t you see? I’ve slept with my mother
when my brother was three and on TV, there was ****
Scorn in a show called Guiding Lite
That’s right, we watched the soaps
Moped and then eloped, into the night…
That story is worth a rating or two right?
teeheehee! Set us free…
I’m like you now and you like me.
:o
peas in a pod, let us commence to commiserate!
it’s a great… nod… yawwwn… sorry, were we on the subject of god?
Just, now?
I heard it was better then that.
Form:
Hardly in her dotage, Mary Shelley was only nineteen
when she composed the character/monster, Frankenstein.
I could connect the dots of many a tragic scene,
but we’d be here all night, I must streamline.
She eloped at seventeen with the poet P.B. Shelley,
Mary’s step sister introduced them to her lover, Lord Byron.
The two poets formed a friendship with a Dr. Polidori.
and nightly trialogues of morbid corpses began.
Listening intently, Mary absorbs what the men expound,
Lord Byron proposed that they each write a ghost story.
Mary’s contribution was to become the most renowned -
In 1818, the world first read of Frankenstein’s laboratory.
Within six years of that infamous meeting of minds
all three men had departed from this earth’s pod.
The two sisters survive as my brief telling unwinds
declaring the danger of men daring to “play God.”
August 7, 2021
Sponsor Kim Rodrigues
Contest Name Dot to Dot
a dot to dot based on age and eight years in the life of Mary Shelley
Across The Universe
Life’s tapestry had brought me from the rugged Welsh Coast
to ‘Egoli’ The City Of Gold’ a place of dreams in South Africa
I wished for so much and so little just heal from the weight
of black dogs on my shoulders and a soldiered out mind
Everything in tatters the mosaic torn fragments dishevelled
black batik on the canvas sexy lace far from realistic realm
With the Sun God watching me in rehabilitation from booze
and delusion I painted love in the soil with Jacaranda petals
A purple display of what could not have been foreseen as
some ‘inmate’ before me had dressed up wish’s desperation
Her heart on the lawn in those petals in an innocent message
across and upon the Universe made match and soul’s mate
Colour and passion drew us together a beeline without
knowing what was what who was who just knowing it was
Sharing and caring 'The Little Prince' Leonhard Cohen Bach’s 'Illusion'
'Alice’s Restaurant' drawing like magnets joined desire miracle love
New fires exploding a tsunami of feelings trust intuition and magic
one string with two puppets from heaven we went to the movies
‘Across the Universe’ anti-establishment and melodious Beatles
orchestrated sizzling fingers embraced hands and hearts together
Christmas Day almost a decade ago and still going we eloped
together best friends lovers and no idea of the journey before us
That less trodden path gifted us divine bliss and gave us that most
unconventional Christmas present we longed for so much and so long
23rd December 2016
Protected Sex
They eloped guided by the moonlit night in hot pursuit
of change love passion desire embrace of communion
Homeless they were apart from the tattered old banger
and a journey unfolding from paradise no seat belts
no hazard lights reclined unrestricted in seminal flow
A wild ride ensued by the side of the ground-breaking
road ahead when skin melted into skin and piquant lava
grapes from heaven and oysters intermingled their fuse
lovers of the Universe and the moment showing the way
as destiny’s mandala and Karma had it Nelson Mandela’s
residence was just down the passage of time and place a
revolution peaceful resolution guarding sparks quakes and
delirious shivers in the pushing and pull of reaching the top
peaks summits made headway directed in mind souls and
physical essence sourced and sprang open flooding the ocean
When luminous sparks from torches shone in their eyes
romance was guarded exploded by dazzling torches and
the smile of security dressed in uniform’s treasure box
Kalashnikovs in hand to defend and protect should danger
ensue but the soldiers passed on from the orbit of peace
Making love on the road of freedom firing home and away
into one giant ecstatic rapture unfolding cascades tidal
motion of a new life beginning cleared the air from under
the steaming dashboard and signposts led to new meaning
of hungry frenzied fever and protected sex in a very new light
16th September 2016
Home
Rajorshi Patranabis
Carefully beautified
A home
A mad desire
For a happy living
Locked securely,
One and two
And every nook and corner
Decorated with care
Dreams slumber
Hither thither
Lonely in recline
Thoughts cross
Sandcastles of dreams
Have devoured so much time
So much of love and care eloped!
Life smiles impish
Teeth rocks on itself
Nimbles of walking ahead,
This side and that
Will love sided on the wall
With flowered enamor
Sit on the living room?
Tracing the mirage of happiness
Deserts of sandy life
Searches of sand castles
Life ends
Feel every moment
If life would've been like home
Decorate with love
With care and happiness!
In the Kitchen
This is about a particular drawing though I wish not to disclose which one exactly I
mean for it matters so much that it matters no longer because my friends Arthur and
Bim watch over their kitchen rest their bones now and fly in spirit together
In the Pembrokeshire winds
Little squiggles on paper of lovers drawn with life-long experience to master the craft
of surreal expression what is and may yet be like a curious child expressing the world
and it holds so much description of how Pablo adorned the evolution of
Genuine genius
Like the outlined lovers who hung framed on the panel the Giardellis had eloped and
spent their lives painting collaging and sculpting in the former Warren School House
where they played ping pong on a table like soul mates’ embrace in the gallery with
Pablo adorning their life
Art work is what it means to the viewer ink drawn on canvas beholding the meaning
depicted straight into the heart and the soul when they join essence symbiosis along
On a stone wall over the Aga it had lived as they had
Breakfast with Picasso each every day
25th April 2017
Parents-
caring, sharing,
encouraged me always,
respected and loved. Sadly missed
both gone
Husband-
he is my rock
married young, we eloped,
together now for fifty years- still
in love.
Children-
one girl, two boys,
always fun and loving,
fantastic kids, all great adults
so proud.
Grandkids-
one boy, six girls,
bringing so much delight,
always give me a hug and kiss
feel blessed.
My friends-
are like diamonds,
each one a precious gem,
they sparkle in my daily life
true finds.
Beautiful daughter of my village President,
Was presented by her father gift very precious;
(Twenty grams of gold with diamond-stones content),
Gorgeous-looking with fine red-sapphire-strip, gracious...!
Merry, the girl went, exposing it to all,
Father felt proud, though mother grew a bit skeptic;
It's then, on her face, soon a cloud of gloom did fall,
Hearing the story father grew like dyspeptic...!
Pond, she said; while bathing; whole water they pumped out;
To the utter surprise of all, no ring they got;
Mother, guessing daughter's ways, got many a doubt,
Shut her mouth, as she did not know the exact plot...!
On finger of neighbor-boy, the ring someone found,
Before the whole town knew, both eloped, safe-and-sound...!!!
27 June 2022
There was a silver tree
Which shimmered under a moonlit night,
And eloped coyly whenever the sun wanted to kiss it.
Spring was every night
When the sky became murky blue,
The labyrinth of the gaudy leaves,
Would intrigue a palette to purge itself through a painter’s eyes,
A blind one indeed,
Since the hue of the dark
Could not be known better.
Once there was blue, green and blood.
And all the passions of a relentless being,
But through the tentacles of time
Obscurity and Obsequiousness burgeoned,
Rain and snow scraped the rainbow
The branches wrinkled like a serpent slumber.
If I had a starry night of my own,
I would sleep under the silver tree,
The stars, peeping through the intricacy,
Imposturous but magnificent,
Would let me see, what nobody else could,
In the quietness, like glittery smiles,
Flowers on my silver tree..