Long Leisure Poems
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Our naughty crafts in sex workshop
are all placed under a constant rewind.
Your accurate curves and warm planes
covered in moisture like a soul’s Vaseline
is an awesome park for the leisure of my lust.
Hormones from both ends,
acting like the descendants of the same goddess
grind the coal to heat up sweet but deadly flames.
Anytime absent, you drastically take away
the wagons of my manhood.
Each day when far away,
your heart leaves a text message
for my eager mind to print and bind.
Each time I open my mouth,
I feel the sweetness of your flavoured saliva,
and my thighs when lying together
measure the degrees of your flesh’s heat.
Each morning, our torsos are on a one on one meeting
within locked hips for a proper discussion,
soft, slow, tender, wet, round, warm-all sensual adjectives
to scenes of tropical temperatures so mild and kind.
Our sweats mix to start chemistry’s experiment
in twos, desires battle fiercely
like opposite royal landlords of the battle field;
dancing tongues, greasing bellies, clamping hands;
breath sharing, fidgeting limbs and flexible pelvises
all combine to make summer and spring wonderful sisters.
Just a little serenity I’ve been searching
but a large green field of little palms I find.
Every damsel has her glow,
but you ripen so sharp to beat the coat of many colours
so that my appetite stay blind
to the city’s rainbows and the town’s street lights.
Everlasting is such a nature’s blessing
b’cos the warehouse of our passion is never in a full stock.
“The home of my dream lies within me.” By author
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No. of lines; 30
River, Heart, Erase, Gaze, Lush, Tender
The Home of my Dream
Near the mouth of the river of my dream
At the heart of lush tall tropical trees
Where the shining sun sparkles its first beams
I have nestled my humble little lee
From where I can gaze at nature`s beauty,
Away from the dull maddening city.
I rise to the tune of chirping of birds
Stroll to the sweet air of the river`s song
Reap the benefits of health as reward
Inhale the freshness of air all along
Cultivate my own riverside garden
Which I till at leisure during weekends
The quietude of the clime I relish
To survey the glow of my inner self
The solitude of the farm I cherish
To ignite the light found within myself:
It`s indeed, a piece of heaven on earth
I won`t like to quit until my last breath.
The tender seeds of life I grow with love
Which I intersperse with flowers of charm
All along the long alleys of my grove
Which I maintain for the shine of my farm,
For fulfilment of my long cherished goal
Of attaining the depth of my own soul.
No gales or storm will erase from my mind
My deep affection for nature`s beauty,
Rather it will ever and ever shine
As a sincere, sublime, soulful duty
As a mark of reverence for nature
As an act of love for Divine Mother.
(Pema the Pug, 2025)
I’m retired so have the freedom to choose.
So often I choose to sit and read a book
And inevitably at least a few of my five dogs
Choose to lay around with me,
The small pugs beside and on me,
And inevitably something happens to my plans
And I get both distracted and soothed
Into a soporific daze
Or should I say, contact low, from the sleeping dogs.
Nothing like having a small warm living lap blanket
To keep you from getting up
To do something more productive.
Eventually I’ll get around to finishing that novel
After I finish these thoughts.
The dogs after all show me just how easy
And good it feels
To put off doing what can be done
Another day.
But the older I get
I think that other day may just end up being
Another life.
(11/13/25)
August 25th, 2019 playing round of bouncy bouncy broke bed
Just before stroke o' midnight
slated date above zee wife,
i.e. the missus, aboot
same width and height
(quite an oompa loompa),
she presented quite
oh...somewhat garrulous,
hilarious, illustrious...sight,
what with her
swelled up Betelgeuse orange
flesh somewhat sunkist bright
strove to bounce this light
resting, loafing, humming
like mister kite,
who always takes nap before sleep
got unstrung with minor fright
when both of us suddenly heard "thud,"
and driver side regarding single bunk
slumped noticeably lower, which excite
meant elicited presenting reedsy challenge,
and strategizing avoid rolling on floor,
a humorous lock horned dilemma plight,
she analogous to human meteorite
precariously propped, positioned, perched
courtesy eldest daughter,
who gave ample pillows fortnight
prior to relocating to San Francisco,
California, a stellar future
"star student" sought to ignite
where struggling dirt poor
mama and papa squeezed, pinched
jinxed financially tight
scrambling to remain homeless
which dire circumstance... right,
would immediately curtail
ample leisure time to write.
Out of necessity, we could live
in 2009 Hyundai Sonata until cold
temperatures idle forced us to hold
each other, this despite
my tendency to twitch, a told
foregone conclusion spelling misery
especially if the snoring mold
did doughy wife additionally
prone to scold
and get snappy if unable to affix
CPAP contraption told
to attach to face when lying down
to alleviate sleep Apnea
a common malady bold
forthright primary care physician
stated excess weight major
contributing factor never foretold
back in the day when spouse
light as feather, and yet
contradictory cuz each fold
of adipose tissue
increases her cost when
measured against gold.
Sustained by the frequent spring showers
Adorned by rosettes of dark green
They burst into dense yellow flowers
The florets parading their sheen.
They sway to sensations of pleasure
The rhythmic allure of the breeze
Then rest in the evening at leisure,
Appear every day to increase.
But soon comes the time for reversal
The petals are destined to dry,
Then globules of seeds for dispersal
To nature’s intentions comply.
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This poem merits to win for the simple reason that
dandelions are ill-treated and spoken of badly by
many people, little realizing the beauty and good points
which they have to share with us.
Placed 3rd in Richard Lamoureux's contest
© 12th April 2019
sir james saville HRH andrew battenburg/windsor sir
Larry parnes sir cliff richard lord boothby ronnie kray reggie kray jeffery epstein gisellaine maxwell anthony
kidman kevin spacy peter sutcliffe sir bob hawke
louie mountbatten richard nixon billy graham henry kissinger queen elizabeth 2
All different people at top levels who didn't really know
each other.? Or mix in the same circles, or were on the
Same upward pay grade so intruiging and thought provoking.?
Obviously the battenburg/windsors and louie mountbatten
Also the krays knew lord boothby and maybe others?
Would they have similar leisure intrests i know a lot of
Well heeled people do wimbledon.' So would that be meeting
Also functions, like state funerals, world cups would such
People go.?
The ancient scriptures are both boon and bane
on one hand holding out a ray of hope
yet also becoming a thought form chain
letting us not with light of truth elope.
Each breath we take anchors us deeper here,
aliveness depending on senses five,
so then how may light of clear truth appear,
if dying ember we fail to revive?
Religious belief, a culture borne curse,
which no doubt, cajoles us to look inward,
imposes strictures we need to rehearse,
that repressing lust, we be not wayward.
What’s repression but a short term measure ~
Save pure of heart, none can find heart’s treasure
Save pure of heart, none can find heart’s treasure,
purity meaning God’s light in our heart,
whence gently smelling roses at leisure,
we feel deep within, bliss ignition start.
No sooner we rise, ego pulls us down,
seeking our undivided attention,
dragging us in swamps of wealth and renown,
where love never ever gets a mention.
At the crossroads by employing free will,
we alone must choose the vibe of our muse,
so animating silence, if we’re still,
we can overpower ego spawned ruse.
Discarding lower mind, prone to research ~
Let us here now prioritise God search
Let us here now prioritise God search,
which simply means, if pure be our intent,
the bird of bliss on our heart’s tree will perch,
upon our granting God’s love our consent.
Nothing need be done save coming undone,
Stripping dark desires and fears from our core,
whence recognising God and soul are one,
bliss beats rise and we beg for an encore.
Let us choose to give our soul some relief,
getting to basics, melding head with heart,
whence this discarding conditioned belief,
we behold demons of darkness depart.
Peacocks dance in sunshine entwined with rain ~
The ancient scriptures are both boon and bane
(5th September 2020
Udaliya Tea Garden, Fatickchari, Chattogram
with Misbah, Jony, Habib, Parves, Manik)
Extended deep hills
the more we went to the west
from our local area
Serpentine paths in the hills
on the protean waists of hills the tea cultivation,
the far hills are greenwood of the rubber trees
Into the deep forest of these approachable hills
we found some huts with performing chants
after crossing more three hills
there was the Honolulu queen- a garden of dragon fruits,
artificial lakes, paddy fields, pasturelands
though fishing was not my hobby I enjoyed with them
full day with fishing hooks and collected seven and a half kg fishes
After returning to my home
For the hottest day, I felt a headache but thrilled I was
Alone in my room, though the full day with splendorous time
I do not know actually why I am here on this earth
In me I feel, for me, this world is the palace of leisure time passing;
when my vacation period will be over then I have to leave this forever
A pasture with the charms it brings
Glides through August, on robins' wings
Where comforting hums taste the night
As I draft lyrics that invite
New music for wind's quiet thrill;
Rhythms pulsing which linger still
On grasses fresh, an olive shade
While warbles of solace cascade.
I sigh till breezes calm my mind
On this sanctuary enshrined--
Then to hold the moonlight and gaze
At my rich pasture's lulled displays
And nature's own song wafts,replete
Curling around my tunes so sweet:
How I in kindled thoughts divine
Embrace this place...its leisure, mine.
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Sancturay Contest of Silent One
8/ 21/2020
Let me keep day dreaming
for I do my best thinking
when I'm not blinking
Like a child's toy my thoughts are spinning
I float amongst the Stars
Big Dipper drinking
even when it feels like I'm sinking
Other worlds are my dominion
I'm not tethered to ego or opinion
I let a single star lead me to a billion
Some might think I'm nuts
Perhaps I'm Brazilian
I think about never
Until it bleeds into forever
Small things are my biggest treasure
I know and feel Gods pleasure
Traveling distances too far to measure
Although I work hard I'm a man of leisure
I can be and talk to anyone
today tomorrow or whenever
be rich poor or a pensioner
I can sing like an angel
Or boom like a Tenor
That's right
there's benefits to being a pretender
top of the heap bottom ender
I'll receive the signals
You be the sender
in fantasy lands I'm a dweller
Watch as my pupils increase in size
You see I carry my thoughts in my eyes
absorbing silly until I locate the wise
I detect the truth in people's lies
Within the shouts I hear whispers
I recognize when someone tries
Who cares if they're not one of the girls or guys
Traveling alone won't prevent them from reaching new highs
Happily ever afters don't end with goodbyes
Forget fretting the music never stops
no one truly ever dies
Watch how a bird flys
On an unseen current each spirit will rise
no logic applies
Be the me in "Me oh my"
not afraid to ask why
hear the music in a sigh
Join me in a day dream
There's room in my sky
Stretch your arms into wings
after all you too were made to fly