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Fever and Chills
History writes itself
invisible pens find surfaces unknown
private life
public life
fever and chills sleep together
heaving corrosive air
from colorless lungs
hearing but their own moans
their own cries of ecstasy
how loud
how soft
From boardroom
to bedroom
clinging to manufactured essence
flesh bleeds with century's plague
ignoring contagion's history past
nurturing instead
weed gardens of delusional orchid and rose
These darkened windows aloft
where seductive airs of passion molt
fail to hide the pores of covetous fantasy
gluttony's vaporous hydration
ready to flake
While all about
Ether's wake delivers
sirens and horns
delivering ambition's twisted celebration of death
one less emergency burden
one more dodging of tragedy's awareness
the One-Percenters' plunder
destined to erode
like sand castles knowing little of ebb's inevitable tide
How courageous for some
To incandesce amidst shallow atmospheres
even as infirmity goes unnoticed by those
embracing fleeting moments
momentarily exchanging covers enfolding profit reports
for the silk and satin kind
king size queen size
makes no difference
For these of duplicitous breath
life becomes but a fool's gold enlaced treadmill
unquenchable thirst crossing windblown lips
insatiable and voracious spoils
body upon body
The sickness passes its virulent infection
its waste-basket poisons
from all too anxious glad-hands
offering but copper-nickel-dime pilings
greed's weed defoliation of flowered chameleon hope
trickling downward
battling updrafts of street despair
as sidewalk survivors reach skyward
embracing the floating pocket change tearfully
As misery rages below
this citadel high above
protects blind-weary subjects
behind penthouse glass
sitting together
sipping cognac
turning up the Bang & Olufsen
reading sonnets they know nothing of
awaiting the recurring sirens and horns
Like children beneath pup tents of fantasy
they scurry close
securing their panic
denying the dark
Yet
They too will one day know virulence
and await their own
fever and chills
My eyes wide through window stand
Sun rising compel thoughts of black or white or the grayest gray
Discernment from reality which is left or right hand
In a hundred lifetimes could I sway
The one answer from your lips grace
Becloud evergreens at the peak of the chill air
Heavens movement playing chase and enlaced
Cathedral veils amidst angels' illusion glory there
Your vision of crevasse darken ash in its place
Can two opposite narratives about something be errorless?
Nature melts souls unlike each other through gracious airs
Adding spice and passion to ignite one needs and desires
Of the flesh; yearning unfulfilled sweet and sour affairs
2/16/2017
LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT
We had
met and conversed,
a rapport on first sight-
a chance meeting to a life's time
delight
that
Summer
evening silken,
long..an encounter of
initiations together
explored
as
Desire
welled within-
words became a promise
so sublime,to love now and for
all time.
MY FONDEST MEMORY
My love
Beguiled me,with
Soft sensuous lips,sleek
Long thighs with rounded hips,twinned heart's
Enlaced
with
Eyes closed
As lips caressed,
Mouths joined,impassioned
Tongues explore,in our love's embrace,
Time-framed
in the
The warmth
Of love's invite
Encompassed my desire,
In two soft whispered words of love,
Be mine !
NATURE
Long days
Of August sun
Where nature blinks and shrinks
The dying grass,yellowed in sleep-
Held fast
as
Oat grass
Tinted old gold
Shimmers on tall green stems;
On a clear warm light of evening sun-
Back-lit
the
Brimstone
Awakens,then
From each flower hovers
On the drying wind of the breeze-
Sun-lit.
KIN
So sad
full of care
the face of nan,
life,lines her beauty
so fair-
this girl
full of care,
this face of love
'cross memmory's chasm
I stare,
so sad-
youthfulness
we could not share
apart by kin's time-line
divide
"Dedicated to all Grand-mothers everywhere
How slight
The petal of
A poppy,flowering-
So much like us,beautiful,yet
Fragile
Hurry
Takes its toll as
In our daily stroll,we
From deepest ruts of blind alleys
Quicken
Beauty
free from above
embedded in our heart-
His loving-kindness ..ready to
impart
The warmth
Of love's invite
Encompassed my desire,
In two soft whispered words of love,
Be mine !
Eyes closed
As lips caressed,
Mouths joined,impassioned
Tongues explore,in our love's embrace,
Time-framed
My love
Beguiled me,with
Soft sensuous lips,sleek
Long thighs with rounded hips,twinned heart's
Enlaced
Long days
Of August sun
Where nature blinks and shrinks
The dying grass,yellowed in sleep-
Held fast
Night chills
the aging bones-
blowing on the east wind
flurries fine and dry settle on
new graves.
These be
the keys to life,
faith,hope and agape,
love,the greatest gift of all three-
to thee !
Desire
welled within-
words became a promise
so sublime,to love now and for
all time.
We had
met and conversed,
a rapport on first sight-
a chance meeting to a life's time
delight
My bird cage remains as dark as charcoal
Until I hear twelve counts on the clock bell
I then rouse, to let my hearty whims roll
There, on the roof, enlaced in love's spell!
Why, at midnight, romance and I dive down
To where oceans refuse to wade, out of
Deep fear, and we rise to where skies do frown
Crossed, unable to conquer it above!
Stars watch us and smile down enviously
The moon, so crimson, closes both its eyes
While we demonstrate of the purity
Of our love without resorting to lies!
When the dawn soaks us with its morning glare
We feign to yearn not for the midnight flare!
For Contest Midnight Romance
Written on 7th October 2017
The night is cold
The shadows of it spew out spit
Spit made of acidic nature
Spit willing me to cower in fear
Hidden from the rest of the world
Too cowardly to even dare glance at the glowing moon
To immerse my feminine senses in its glow
And bask in the delight of Earth!
The night bares its teeth at me
Wanting to intimidate my already shaky stride
Hoping to cause me to wilt and disintegrate
Into the darkness of its state
And thus feed its bulging mass!
But then, from Pandora's opened box
Hope sings to me
Hope sings odes celebrating of the pure glory of love
And I, can only close my eyes,
Allow my quickening breaths to overtake
My somersaulting heartbeats
And close my mind in stubborn denial!
But Hope sings still,
In a voice so rapturous
That the mighty night and its shadows scare me no more
Rather, in the silent darkness
I see Love, bold and staunch
Yet, having in his eyes,
A softness and a tenderness!
Hope sings and my soul unveils itself
To beckon to Love to hold me in his arms
As, enlaced together, in a feverish embrace
We shall transgress time, death and space!
Why, Love remains my savior
Being in his arms is like being sheltered
By the protection of the Almighty
Love remains my cause, my aim, my quest
And I just know
That, as the night would end
I would open my eyes
And still see myself,
Being held in the arms of Love
While Hope, still so soft and melted
Would sing of us and of our embrace!
For Contest Hold me in your Arms
Written on 13 Sept 2017
The traveler reeked of weariness,
His companion was Fatigue
Wear upon his clothes suggest
He'd come a million league.
Gaunt were eyes deep set and brown
Above his cheekbones high
His being was pure somnolence
And I heard his silent cry.
Hard roads had been his travel
The pains chiseled on his face
In lines of furrows on his brow
Permanently enlaced
Around I saw no motion there, then ...
His head began to rise
Finally he looked at me ...
Suffering in his eyes.
So quietly I attended
And with a heavy heart
I wanted so to speak to him ...
But knew not how to start
Within his labored breathing
He then began to speak
His words, when finally spoken
Were truthful and unique
His lips worked to form the words -
Then said; "My name is: Common Man,
I'm a father; I've worked hard;
' always done the best I can.
"The road's become uphill and steep with
Burdens I can't propel
I've tried to move on forward -
But, I stumbled here - and fell.
"There are others on me
Who so do depend
I must move on forward,
This mustn't be my end.
"Now I must reach out to you
'Cause before I've never failed
I'm turning now to you
'Fore on hardships I'm impaled".
A calloused hand then extended
Toward my outstretched hand
And I want to heed the call
For this Common Man.
But, Greed and Avarice have won
And assistance can't be lent -
Wall Street, you see, owns me now:
I'm Your Government.
The skies whispered
And my summer turned stormy
Winds swirled all around me
Dismantling the shelter surrounding me
No more on safe grounds
I found myself unable to run
As water rapidly filled in
Finding nothing to hold on to
I got swept away
The winds blew me to the center of the storm
Controlled by love, as willed by the skies
In the midst of the chaos
I could only listen to the flute
Being played from love's deep eyes
Recounting to me of the harshness of cold nights
And the bliss of the skies' whispers
The chaos raged on
While I succumbed to love's flow
Enlaced in strong arms
Promising to hold on to me
Even in the next world
As my powerful God
The skies whispered and the storm wreaked
The havoc is of unequalled power
While the bond of love only got stronger
My heart, touched by the magic wand of the flowery fairy
Bloomed into a transparent and vapory bird
Seeking to break open the door of its cage
To feel life, to be immersed in its essence
To drown in its fantasy,
Fantasy which can be at times awakening
While at other times, soporific!
My heart, after having sipped the dew of its new dawn
Found the strength to break open its cage
And flew away, leaving me, in a most disorientated state
Why, without it, I no longer felt safe, I no longer felt warm
As I usually was with it, enlaced in between its steady beats!
Why, after having met with the alchemy of existence
My heart was free to morph into whatever it wanted
Of course, after having experienced life in all its forms
It chose to be human,
My heart, so innocent, now lived in the guise of femininity!
Pray, stubborn, I kept searching for it, found it
And lost it again times and again
But it would heed me not
My heart now had the sweet taste of freedom
In its mouth
Now, it was bent on jolting to life's fine-tuned
Symphonious ambience!
In every apple, an atom resides;
in every Adam, an apple abides.
So it goes and goes, apples
toppling off tables in rhythmic waves,
falling through slits, convincing themselves
they are particles instead.
Whether in a pie or the depths
of your eye, it remains a life
enlaced with apples.
Even saws wield charmed abilities
to see both down and up, felling
trees born from swallowed seeds
of time, nestled deeply, inside apples.
Apple begets apple, begets knowing,
tasting apples sideways and blindfolded,
shielding your naked red delicious
from no other than yourself—
though some claim it was the figs.
Apples in motion deceive, looking
at you like two when you blink;
it's wise to check the number of shadows
before expressing a sly look or disagreeing
with reality, mattering up the gravity of it all.
Too much energy and not enough ease
for Adams and atoms in a closed system
cloaked in apples, lifting their skin
revealing only what you inquire of them.
The method of questioning determines
the taste of the pith—whether it dances
towards you with the hip of a granny smith
or slides a groove, creating gravy stew.
It depends on you and how you pose
the question to the apple.
Slicing knives are apples too, as are hands
that grip the handle and the cradle
of air, in the up-and-down jitterbugging
of the relentless rhythm of the dropping blade—
all still atoms, as we've covered, which might have been figs.