Long Exotic Poems
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It’s that time again,
that airy hallmark intro, the vibrant soul ensemble.
Signpost to an hour long journey where passage, paean and piece come out to play.
Odyssey for fantasist and literary scion.
Earnest open invite to the madcap mind,
mine and those of others.
Each and every Sunday I’m religiously transported to exotic beaches known to veteran nomads.
Boundlessly I leap across the airwaves only to be stranded in some Middle Eastern plot,
the likes of which would put twin peaks to shame.
Without a fear I flit medieval back streets like
this ghost from other worlds,
cobblestone character
on wings,
melting pots beyond our daily grind,
landmarks that I’ve never seen before.
Out of body drama for us
fervent wishful thinkers.
Roles from ancient history now assumed but for an inkling, the icons I become, those rapid twists and turns of me the centre piece.
Maybe I’m that innocent abroad, clueless hiker, stony broke,
wandering a land whose complex tongue I’ve yet to master
or that moth-infested secret of the thirty year rule.
With a little latitude I’d silhouette my reverie landing on some poet’s scented flower or just as likely eavesdrop on the mocha sipping Monet, coffee cup aloft,
cast among the butterflies,
harvesting my thoughts on barren canvass.
Going back in time to famous childhoods
I’m some regal mother’s one and only joy,
a fragile baby cradled by maternal soothing sounds.
Imagine for a moment me the swimmer,
wallower in oceans Maya blue,
driven by the prospect
of Olympic medal glory,
fuelled by live wire rushes,
or the influential orchestrator sculpting drafts so lyrical they lift the Sony user into orbit.
But alas this wondrous flight ends far too soon, as that sonic rich arrangement slowly morphs into the haze.
Perhaps one day I’ll be the voice that hypnotises souls,
filler of a void with vivid wordscapes,
teleporting lives to fourth dimensions.
There’s always hope
Red Fiery Sapphire glows from the Kings Diadem
To Rise In Light, is to Rise the Greater Man
Jewels Of Power and Strength for the Chosen Crown
Oscillating Bonfires Of Glory to Trumpet Sounds,
Exotic Gold for the Triumphant Soul
Beyond the Lower Nature an Emerald Throne,
Jasmine and Fire the Garments of Victory
Shining Bards of Royalty,
Pulsating Halos of Brilliant Opal Luster
One with the Universe, Stellar Gleaming like Star Clusters
Illuminating Gems of Wisdom, Burning like a Quasar
Diamond Luminous Solar Blazer,
Scintillating in Stones of Nobility
In Hues of Grace, Faith, and Destiny
Kingly, the Shine of Regal Majesty
A Diadem Of Glory for Hope and for Humanity
SUMMERTIMES MAGIC.
Summertimes magic makes a fine holiday,
Where lands of enchantment, invite us to stay.
The lure of the wild, or, in peaceful solace,
These wonderful places we love to embrace.
To dive coral reefs, with it's blues and the greens of aquamarine,
Or tantalise tastebuds, with exquisite cusine.
By dining al fresco, while taking a cruise,
And drink cocktails at eight, mixed with green chartreuse.
With the tang of sliced lemon or sweet tangerine,
Those bountiful fruits will keep palates clean.
A walk on the wild side, delightfully charms,
With the heady perfume, passing lavender farms.
Those waysides and byways, when we need to refresh
At watermelon stalls quenching thirsts we stay fresh.
From the pale lilac crocus, a fine yellow spice,
For exotic dishes, saffron flavoured, served with rice.
All beautiful memories, under cerulean skies,
It's summertimes magic, which fill misty eyes.
8/ 16/ 2017.
Getting lost in the wake of a beauty so exotic
Warm balmy night promises speak from her beckoning eyes
Ensnaring themselves in a web of sultry desire
As heady perfume of white jasmine permeates night skies
Playing the leading lady the Oscar is always hers
Perfect crimson lips set in porcelain skin perfection
Hypnotic blue eyes seduce bringing them down to their knees
Mere shadows of themselves left in its luminous reflection
Entrapped by shadows - A lady of chastity she is not
Embracing dusk welcomes her in it's ever watchful sight
She the mysterious mistress that women love to hate
Forbidden fruit for their men - She is the Lady of the Night
The highest bidder always wins her - she cares not who
Seductive and sultry or sweetly naïve and innocent
She plays the game well - whatever the gentleman fancies
To gifts of extravagance offered - she is indifferent
But when the games are done and she's alone in her chambers
For the one who stole her heart she sends out a lonely cry
Even though she has everything money can possibly buy
Her love is not for sale
It belongs only to the one who took it away
And bid her goodbye
Music Video - Memoirs of a Geisha - Sayuri's Theme FULL
'The Memoirs of a Geisha' Official Soundtrack featured Yo Yo Ma performing the cello solos, as well as Itzhak Perlman performing the violin solos. The music was composed and conducted by John Williams. Published on Nov 22, 2009
Was professor of astronomy, ah those heady days
Studied fields in cosmology, including solar rays
Observed galaxies all my life, seeking exotic events
Ironically happens now, as my death’s dispensed
By dour hospice window, seeds a suffusion of light
Not dazzling, quite fuzzy, discernibly white
Shallow luminosity, enters my departing room
‘Twas pitch black this night, no forecast moon’
Growing in intensity, colours turn purple green
Must be an invasion, of extraterrestrial aliens
Hope they finish me fast, this final stage is slow
Then the fireworks start, whole world’s set aglow
Heaven’s have ruptured, no raindrops seen
Cataclysmic silent eruption, yet everywhere serene
It’s not possible, unconscionable, too far south
Only a gamma ray burst, could bring this about
A possible hypernova, just light years away
Hits Earth’s magnetic field, in a mega-aurora display
Iridescent photons, avalanche over me
My teardrops fluoresce, through the apertures of agony
Hypnotic warmth, released from cold light
My woes are assuaged, God this feels so nice
Semiconscious state, accruing spiritual bliss
“So this is how life ends, amid ethereal fine mist.”
Nurses are praying, down on their knees
Speaking foreign languages, at wonderment they see
Some fear the apocalypse, whilst others run about
I hum Cohen’s Hallelujah, but these words spill out
#O come purge my mind, cover woes
Give back the life, that I forgo
Help me bear this weight, won’t ya
Blind darkness, annihilate fate
Finish suffering, show your face
Unleash the love, they call Gods grace!
#Hallelujah#Hallelujah#Hallelujah#Hallelujah#
Pyrotechnics are over, now quiescently asleep
Drowning no longer, in pillow soaked weep
Greeting my parents, bereaving my family
As I enter a tunnel, leaving the apertures of agony.
Originally written 02/18/21
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11/06/22
Yesterdays love
Buries me in memories
I long for times
When a kiss was truly an exotic marvel
I hug the sorrows of treasured losses
I, a man weep, silently and alone
If only you, the lady in red knew
The feelings stirred inside this hardened man
I toss the guns aside, fighting a fool’s game
There is no true fame for a dead hero
I knelt too often at the graves of my comrades
My sword defends not even honor, no more
I am, but a simple man
As I gaze into my childhood
I long for a world
Where a child is never a soldier
Where no heart goes unheard
All roads lead to happiness
No more highways to evil deeds
No more Isis
No more hate
No more bombs from the skies
I gaze upon a park bench
There she is below the raven
My lady in red
No where to go
No legs to carry her dreams away
She leaves in her wake
A trail of blackness
The darkness of horrors
The darkness of infinite pain
Yet there she sits
Elegant and beautiful
Staring
Facing down the terror
Nightmares that attack ones essence
An inspiration overtakes me
On impulse
I pick her up
She has a curious look upon her
What prey tell are you doing?
I look her in the eyes
I whisper to her
I am saving my heart, not you
I am redeeming my soul
She has but a worried look upon her face
I say fear not, I see inside of you
It shall be you who saves me
Your elegance
My kiss
Entwined
As we encounter loves journey
As they say
It’s a walk in the park
A pet more exotic I'd wanted.
A pet to be groomed and then flaunted.
not a dog or a cat
something cooler than that!
I began my search feeling undaunted
In a pet store I came on a ferret.
Such a pain he was! How did I bear it?
Under doors and through cracks
He'd escape from me. AAAACH!!
So I traded him in for a parrot.
Well, the parrot just wanted to fly!
And that bird knew more bad words than I.
When he called me a whore,
I threw open the door:
“Now you’re getting your wish, Bird. BYE BYE!
A boa constrictor I bought,
He’d like to be cuddled, I thought,
But he wrapped and he squeezed,
As I gasped and I wheezed,
And offered the rat that I’d caught.
A bowl of piranha I won -
I played Baccarat with a nun -
And they wiggled their bums,
So I tickled their tums,
But bones ’stead of fingers aint fun.
My elderly aunt sent a text,
Suggesting tarantulas next,
But my spider alas,
Took a bite of my ass:
My pet-owning hobby is hexed.
I went to the pet shop, I swear,
But nothing I wanted was there -
To my pets I am prey,
So I went on eBay,
And purchased a big teddy bear.
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Deep in his heart had urgent need to go just one last time,
To place where he grew up; would childhood memories rebound?
Went with fear and misgivings; was he wise or asinine?
Step after step, he strolled over boyhood holy ground.
His old home place caved in; slowly declining to dust.
Gone forever the barnyard, where country kids had a blast.
The old barn had fallen down; tin roof was going to rust.
Rural glory censored; now archived in the past.
Old outhouse lay shambles as he passed it on the path.
Priceless memories of his childhood flashed through his mind.
There he would hide out, read comics, and have a million laughs,
In the ole two-hole potty, the one-half bath of its time.
Quite amused, he recalled, when one was installed,
Inside the house; a porcelain potty, shiny and clean!
Could use paper off a roll; not tear leaf from catalog!
Thought of whole house smelling of exotic soaps and chlorine.
Went down a lane where ‘bacco’ was cured in old log barn.
Thoughts of days running at leisure through the tall longleaf pines,
School breaks, church picnics, flirting with girls, fishing in a pond,
Family reunions, grandma’s house, all these ran though his mind.
The fields were lush and green; farmers co-ops now the regime.
Small farmer could not compete with “Goliath” of the day.
End of humble rural everyday life had not been foreseen.
A titan enterprise took his utopia away.
Thoughts of yesteryear began to give way to those of today,
Dealt with facts of the present; rightly the best prescription.
Would not dwell on good ole days; that would merely delay,
Healing of grief for spent past; stay future’s key redemption.
Went away with a pining heart, a woeful mood within,
Recalling a time rich for a boy raised on the farm,
Loving the good land, his family, neighbors and dear friends,
Wishing each child understood farmland’s magnificent charm.
SELF HELP POEM
Self help Poem: It started off with one-
I was really startled by the potency
I was overwhelmed by it -
It seemed to disappear faster than
I could afford to be without it.
I wanted it to last longer,I upped it by two.
That burst of euphoria traveling faster than
the time it took to think it.
I mean before I could mellow
out and write a whole poem,
I had already required three;
Three in my mouth same time-
melting on my tongue dispersing
flavorful burst of peppermint
"Mentos" it was like a big distraction --
I couldn't write for long-
Not knowing if this would be
the last bursting sensation
I would experience for tonight.
I am down to one pack. My fingers are
clawing open the packaging, there is only
one left deep down.-
I am terrified, It's is so good,
My mouth is making my brain jealous.
I cram in the Last one.,
a poem comes - I can't concentrate.
Mentos excites my attitude.
I want to thank them;
Them who dumps pure exotic
peppermint oil into a candy that
is so sooo chewy and sweet,
Inducing erotic feelings and fear...
Mentos I can not get enough of you,
two packs down and I
sit praying for the will-power
not to suck another Mentos tonight.
Ok the Mentos, in my mouth is almost dissolved;
I am looking at the last package... I am scared
Charmed by her exotic glance
She enchants a sexy dance
In costumed display of art
Strumming rhythms of joyful heart
Choreographing slow grooves
In graceful, musical moves
As gestures paint passion themes
And song of love stokes their dreams
When desires-enamored spree
Hypnotized in tunes of glee
But look closely, watch her sigh
Hear the bawl of tearless cry
When crowds deceitful extol
Exhibit of anguished soul
As smiles aesthetic hide pain
And feigned visage cries disdain
Cheer for her to turn the page
For she longs to leave this cage
Leave realms inebriated
Of drunk notions, ill-fated