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"I'm the Carnival's
Cartomancer,
Zoltar the mystic,
foreseeing wise."
"Who immobile waits...
inside this
narrow case--
top four-sided glass
and bottom
Pine-crafted box.
"It's wishing coin's
'ka-ching',
that magically
revives me."
"As true believers
witness--once
my turbaned gaze
mentally reads
what's seeping out
their inquiring eyes."
"Fact is--these
animated hands,
randomly select
from the magnetic deck--
one, out of many, fortune
riddled cards--inked of
buoyant, superb vibes."
"Though blissful, playful,
mind you--all of 'em--
merciful white lies."
"Behold, each
future's scripted
and then sold;"
"To luck--searching,
wishing souls--
on fortune--tellin',
Robot--sellin' cards."
"Whose promised prizes
are a Carney vendor's
paradise."
With minds like crystal prisms, they shatter light into every spectrum of possibility, foreseeing storms before the first cloud, hearts bruised by premonitions whispered on the wind. Yet, they dance in the rain, a silent symphony of knowing played on a smile, for theirs is the terrible gift of seeing the tapestry of fate woven a thread at a time, even as it pricks their fingers.? Huzefa Nalkheda wala
Hiking up the mountain, in pairs
You and I, just two more
Who settle the moments with hope,
For the tenderness that comes to life
Inside those who can feel
Feel, like you and I…
Laughter, giggling, ambling
Wandering over stones, dark pebbles,
Gravel roads, meant for those,
Who can see beyond the forest’s singing,
Into the poetry, the faith, the need
For silence that assures and agrees,
Feeling just like you and me…
Words fall between the friends,
Moist in the air – like the slow, soft breeze,
Words in rhythms, tones of light,
Feelings, blessing away the past, suspended,
In the hues so bright,
You and I, feeling so alive!
When the rain begins to melt the sugar sweet
Salty skin, trembling, beginning to believe,
We might make our way to our intention…
Only we feel the showers, melting the hours,
Blessings in liquid, spilling over the naked trees,
Spinning stories of lonely, breathing
Light as the shadows deepen, pouring over the soul,
Embracing the moments, assaulting each of us,
Pouring out a cleansing afternoon cloudburst,
Like music, she soothes and comforts…
And, as the pairs of our friends race toward shelter,
I catch my words in the back of my mind,
Not telling you – yet, somehow you can feel my message
In the heart…
As we move slowly beneath the downpour,
Securing our last place in the refuge of our vehicle,
Where the rain falls in sheets on the glass,
Refusing to listen to our wiper’s urgent swabbing,
Almost as immediately as the hand wipes the tear,
Who appears…
When you and I realize, at last, our dream has passed,
And, we’re merely walking among the shadows of the past,
Where floods of memories, like that downpour on the trail,
Sends us back to that place we always meant to forget.
Inside my chest – is that satisfaction or regret?
Never, in a downpour yet, have there been tears so alive,
As this homesick moment has shuddered and died!
Can it be, into this world we are dropped
from heavenly streams that have never stopped?
With sweet hope gifted to our souls delight,
oceans of love and its fiery desires;
ladies so fair, we thank our keen eyesight
and leap into romance hottest fires.
Can it be, wonderment is our reward
given for living in a world so hard?
With love's soulmate waiting a heart to touch,
deepest seas of hot sexual pleasures;
daring to embrace and love very much
this bountiful store, of life's great treasures.
Can it be, that in life's short duration
we go beyond mere infatuation?
With deeper dreams that bless spirits in need,
grant romantic nights of sweetest relief;
birth greatest pleasures of harvested seeds
fruited in soul's spiritual beliefs.
Your questions asked with pulsing energy
of lovers’ wonderland of synergy..
Gifts do flow from fountain to foundations
of souls inspiring minds to understand;
seductive passion’s yearning flirtations
of red embers roused to lusty flames fanned.
In awe you long to know love’s mysteries,
untangling threads in tender reveries..
Of all the gold offered in sun’s rich rays
Sol would be poor in the worth of our love;
for never could there be more wealth of praise
than for ambrosial taste from gods above.
During this life as our lustrous hearts’ beat
we can transcend mundane with love’s white heat..
Our physical plane of mortal being
is heightened with intimate unity;
body and soul in tantra foreseeing
weaving love’s strands into eternity.
Robert J. Lindley and Susan Ashley
(a collaboration)
July 31, 2018
*For the purpose of this collaboration, tantra represents the weaving of strands into a unified whole and liberation of energy and expansion of consciousness*
It wasn't dad who giuded me
down my path when storms suddenly raged,
it was sweet mom indisputably...
I ran to those warm arms and felt very loved!
And these are some of mother's wisest words
I still reflect on, " Son, don't do foolish things...avoid them."
They warned me of dangers around blind corners...
and would I have been so safe, If I handn't heeded them?
Any other son would have shunned them with resentful ingratitude,
laughed hard at his mother and headed for the wrong road
leading to disaster...as my buddies did, not foreseeing its magnitude;
yes, mother's wisest words were as shining as a warrior's sword!
No disgrace has ever befallen me by honoring them with dignity
and they never shook my confidence, but made me stronger;
how fortunate and happy I am to have heard them, never
surrendering them to foolishness, but refreshing their memory!
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The Dark Side of Emotion
(Love never touched its lips, though it longed for destiny!)
You are gone, a forgotten episode left for me to see,
And still, I wake each day haunted by the chimes
Of your footsteps, echoing through time.
The air was heavy, fraught with doom, the day you left,
The clouds, once sleeping, turned to storms in the south.
At the thought of you,
The bones inside me freeze in an instant,
Never foreseeing such fierce turn in my life.
I lost myself, a wanderer like a parched bird,
Searching endlessly for your elusive presence.
Each moment passed now counts in your departure,
Every step you took ahead was a pain in my heart.
You left, not a glance behind,
And merchants ploughed your chest with their lust,
They robbed you and pierced the dreams you once held.
A long, winding path crossed the jungle
where you once walked,
And vanished from my sight forevermore.
You left no wealth, only a heart scarred and torn,
A heart wounded by the trident of time.
Thousands of precious days fell from the sphere,
Hours dropped like petals from the roses to the dust.
Everything passed so quickly, darkness after light,
Dreams linger still, untouched, unwrapped.
The new moon cast aside the sun’s rays from your brow,
A cruelty pierced your chest, your violet lips frozen,
Time has not forgiven you, a fragile flower with no bloom.
Every path leads to an end, and I am your final shore,
Still restless, waiting for a fortune now extinct.
I watch you both as years wind on
foreseeing one day you'll be gone
your failing bodies groan their tale
of passing time, and growing frail
and yet, the worst of ageing's signs
are those that fog your brilliant minds
for you gave yours at my behest
to make my life so full and blessed
and now the memories disappear
as you leave slowly, year-by-year
I see the precious moments drain
now lost for good, like tears in rain
but still, your love is clear and wise
each time you find each others' eyes
I know then, when I see that spark
your love will shine through any dark
amidst the joy, and yes, some tears
soulmates now, some seventy years
there's no gift greater, man or wife
than sharing all the dreams of life
to have a love that's next-to-none
right there beside you, still the one
so, please don't fret the bills and aches
I'm here to do whate'er it takes
you gave your all to see me through
and now, I'll give my all for YOU
so, as you did when I was born
(and Gabriel blows his final horn)
I'll take you in my arms to keep ...
and rock you ... 'til you're fast asleep.
* For my mom & dad, married seventy years, and still in love as ever ... you are the definition of true love and commitment. *
None of these emotions would be raging
with fiery eyes and a very fast heartbeat...
to unveil this secret that's never been discovered;
leading a limited life of pleasures and thrills
had a profound effect on me; I felt weird,
not belonging in their happy and frantic world,
not rebuked by guilt, but reproved for undone wrong:
purity is grace guided by love and unless it reaps
an abundance of deserved joy, it's not priced by others!
Glamor never incited my fantasies and thought
of being altruistic, riches are amassed to show pride
and by the time your coffin is lowered in your grave...
someone is smiling for the inheritance you left;
did anyone toss that rose and started to weep and grieve
foreseeing gloominess and endless, torpid days...
missing evenings playing spades and drinking beers,
not realizing that midnight stroke time too fast,
detracting hours from gamblers' lives who were not
aware of their passing and of the irony they brought!
None of these emotions would be raging
if taking away their foolish reasoning;
whoever is inflamed by an intentional remark
has understood that he must show the teeth of a shark!
Absolute truth is pulled out of foul mouths
when they spit it out unintentionally,
they blush and take a step back reproving themselves:
ah, foolishness is madness when mindfulness thrives!
Look out for the shameless preachers
who knock on doors and ask for an alliance to their cause,
reading Bible verses to win your credibility!
"The face that launched a thousand ships ..."
Helen, bright accompaniment,
accouterment of war as sure as all
the polished swords of princes groomed to lie
in mausoleums all eternity ...
The price of love is not so high
as never to have loved once in the dark
beyond foreseeing. Now, as dawn gleams pale
upon small wind-fanned waves, amid white sails, ...
now all that war entails becomes as small,
as though receding. Paris in your arms
was never yours, nor were you his at all.
And should gods call
in numberless strange voices, should you hear,
still what would be the difference? Men must die
to be remembered. Fame, the shrillest cry,
leaves all the world dismembered.
Hold him, lie,
tell many pleasant tales of lips and thighs;
enthrall him with your sweetness, till the pall
and ash lie cold upon him.
Is this all? You saw fear in his eyes, and now they dim
with fear’s remembrance. Love, the fiercest cry,
becomes gasped sighs in his once-gallant hymn
of dreamed “salvation.” Still, you do not care
because you have this moment, and no man
can touch you as he can ... and when he’s gone
there will be other men to look upon
your beauty, and have done.
Smile—woebegone, pale, haggard. Will the tales
paint this—your final portrait? Can the stars
find any strange alignments, Zodiacs,
to spell, or unspell, what held beauty lacks?
Published by The Raintown Review, Triplopia, The Electic Muse and The Pennsylvania Review
Ice Cold Water Equals Ultimate Thirst Quencher...
Especially experiencing onset dehydration,
this opinion shared by former consumer,
he quaffed truckloads sugary and sports drinks
found mine once sculpted baby boomer body
undergoing gender reorientation, particularly
nondescript breasts incrementally found
busting (rivaling playboy bunny chest)
necessitated this garden variety
NON GMO gluten free husband
"papa," an endearment
addressed by the missus
puzzled when her
brassieres went missing
loathe to believe what sounded
like cock and bull story
embarrassed, yet finally
relented into pestiferous
inquisitiveness hen pecking wife,
she stood agape, after I dare bare
unclothed upper torso revealed
floppy, limp biscuit sagging
sorry excuse for bosom
hence necessitating yours truly
to resort as partial crossdresser,
yet never foreseeing
anatomical morphology transforming
(analogous to mushroom popping up
following bucketloads of rain)
thus went cold turkey,
(as attested by this gobbledygook)
to swear off high caloric non nutritious
popular beverages
(generating bajillions dollars),
and additionally
forced non chipper infowar
i.e. internal three ring circuits
uncivil insurrection
(less than seven years ago)
as weeks elapsed months
(this unplanned resolution
dated early two thousand nineteen),
discarded over the shoulder boulder holder
in tandem with exercise
few times per week
plying twenty pound dumbbells
a pronounced reduction
saved me big bucks
undergoing cosmetic surgery!
The bells of Christmas loudly ring
declaring Christ, the Savior’s birth
with angels’ choir, they join to sing
announcing God’s descent to earth.
The bells of Christmas gladly ring
proclaiming peace has come to earth
through Christ who came goodwill to bring
and dying offer man new birth.
The bells of Christmas sadly ring
foreseeing that the chosen race
would reject Christ their Lord and king
spurning his love and saving grace.
Hear the bells of Christmas ringing
to us hope and healing bringing.
Christ from heaven condescending
saving grace to us extending.
Soon the bells of heaven will ring
when Christ from earth his children bring
then her gates wide open will fling
to welcome saints, while angels sing.