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inference. If this sort of thing offends you, then please be considerate and don’t read
it. Thank you.
Naked Flamenco
( A sultry summer night spent together
With ardour between us growing
She whispered, “Let me dance for you”
I agreed, little knowing………………. )
Binding spells of mysterious wanting
Soft dark her eyes looked
Into the shades of my mind
An enchantress of fantasy
She etched her velvet pattern
On veiled secrets
Parted
Dangerous lashes flutter desirous
In emerald peacock pupils
Midnight burnished hair let fall
In captivating tangles
To full ephemeral corners
Of soft bitten lip
Coy damp line drawn on her cheek
Captivated
Her expression acknowledges
With known provoking smiles
Eye lights shine saying “already mine”
With twisting flamenco poised
Sensual arm insinuates to finger tip
And eventide's rose is pale skinned
And naked
Curved line from ankle
Writes portents to the nape of her neck
Through black tousled sexual spinal blades
Shoulder dipping
Quivers her femininity to rising breasts
While arched longing
Mouths the indescribable tactile seconds
Of her promontory dancing
Patient in toe tip exquisite she places
Penchant elegance
Of her naked ballet
The ribbon swirl of vanished gossamer dress
Depicted wing-ed arms
She rises a surrealistic
Flight of angels created
In soft light air brushed forms
Of muscle, rib cage, bones and tendons
Body writhed centres eclipse
On pubic between
The epitome of gestalts navel breathing
I shudder Goosebumps of enthralling
Built by such grace of a heavenly
Consecrated female
Led beyond mere heated needing
To a place resplendent
With sheer un-tameable and un-nameable beauty
Guitar stringing twangs the milliseconds
Of her overture
Spanish castanets tap click fervent
Pronouncing the rhythm of my heart
Naked pale formed Goddess
Gently rips from me
Every appreciations confession of
Perfections contours
Fine satin sheen hairs risen
Beading sweats slight trickle
Aroused by my infatuation
Nipples stiffen
And I am drawn from and by
Heavy breath to music’s ending
To land in her presence
Panting
She has seen through me
Every century of a woman’s glory
And with a slow beckoning finger
Her eager eyes
Tell me
It is so
the city is closing for the night
stores draw their blinds one by one
every street is dark save for the dim
Downtown streetlights bending at the neck
like weighted stems of steel. Rockefellers
and Carnegie have built the city in layers:
clinics, factories, the rounded arch hotels
what is not there than fortune? Further Downtown
has changed with neon lights flashing from
4th Street Bar and Grill on The Corner Alley where
they serve stylish late dinner at night so before you leave
Downtown have a day at West Side Market, howl at the
Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, visit houses turned galleries
and other places that make Cleveland a great City
of course, the great Lake and Tri-C welcomes
you to adventure and a brighter future beyond pine trees
yet, drifting along silent paths alone is a soul walking
to a desolate corner of the city where alone with the family
their souls swirl like clouds of birds vanishing into the sky
and soon will fade like a smoke into thin air
pacing down the road rolling silently through the frost
in the dark after the nightshift is this soul with his head in his palms
the neon lights of Downtown ended where his air smells of salt
and his lover’s body was once found in the cold snow
it’s his third job of the day but you can’t find eggs on his dinner table
in Cleveland there are many young beech-trees on the edge
trembling to stand still beneath their pale skies and they shudder
like leaves in the light air afraid of the star beyond their reach
and my heart fills slowly with tears that will never dry
she lived in a very big house
condemned, by the common air of
dirty tricks and dusty sunshine
by the moon of arms, arms stretched
over her head
over the moon, little moon over there
she went wondering away,
wondering of things and small plastic
bits
left everywhere, by children and men
and dragged by creatures,
through
the dark air
she was a well of things, and little bits of seconds
in the dark air
but there was
a place
somewhere, somewhere there,
something to be found, in the reflection
of the dark light air
and water
and something to be drown
in the wet muddy sand and air
of dirty tricks oh the used cars
trading and dealing of dust and artificial
things
bits of plastic, being sold
to all for everything, every
human need
the dirty tricks of people
who lost their souls in the hands of their fathers
children raised to want
the bits of plastic,
everywhere
she went but she stayed
there
the muddy sand
lives, it stays
at the bottom of that well
of bits of plastic, of little people made
for plastic, everywhere
she wonders,
but, she does not care
to save her sanity, she does not dare
the muddy air, the dusty sun, and dusty air
the bits of plastic
everywhere
she went and stayed
taking the bits of plastic,
and the souls
of those who do not dare
engraved in plastic she will last
in the plastic well
and only as it burns
it can be made to dare
of the soul of men made for plastic
little bits
everywhere
As your wicked fingers crawl onto the tightened metal,
I feel myself loosing control, reminiscing my presence
as if it is the holy lord's forbidden prayer,
That is toxic, yet it shows me the unknown fantasies...
As those pointed fleshes thrush onto the keys,
I dissolve in the waves of tunes
I give up on morals, logic,
I dance to the hymns of the unholy man...
As your wicked fingers dance around the accordion,
I see the ghoul of dust surrounding my skin
Naked then, to the music, I feel myself
The unpracticed pain relieves my heart...
The unsought melodies you play pierces my heart,
Beyond light, air or fluids, I see an aurora
In the aurora, I float and swim
I become whatever you make of me
Playing with my mind are those holy doomed fingers,
which I'll never resist, I would play on with the actions it does...
Reconsidering my existence to your tunes
I feel your beats becoming more and more cryptic, by the time
I want to see the enigma hidden behind those notes
As if you persuade me to do so with those masters you use to create magic...
Let me listen more, it soothes my ears
Let me feel more, it brightens my gloom
The glory must'n be lost, as it abides in the skies of the dukedom of its own
Millions live there, in a universe of passion and aggression
Let me seep in, let me see through
Let me watch it grow inside me
Let me become it, let me sow more
Let me be where I am right now
Let me fathom those wicked fingers...
-Adhyatmika Tripathi
He created the earth
Gave it light, air and water
Left it hanging at just the right distance
From the sun’s shining
To never need worry about our fate
We are at the perfect angle
To gain the greatest benefits
From sun, moon and stars
All the beauty of which we partake
He created the world
And all of the life that lives there
The animals, fish and birds
All the trees, plants and flowers
Gave us the perfect position
To look upon the sky’s dreamy azure
Through the pearlescent moon glow
Into the twinkle of a star’s flame
Delighting in all that we see
He created this planet
Gave us the perfect atmosphere
The precise number of stars in the sky
A flawless heaven to birth the sunshine
A seamless design of captivating seas
Unspoiled images of mountains and trees
A whole world filled with details to bring
Joy and inspiration – satisfaction
To be able to see this picture perfect
Design that was God’s masterpiece
The art we call the Earth
He created it all
From the beginning to end
We were nothing but a thought
In the mind of our Creator
Who thought enough of us all
To breathe life into our nostrils
And life into our planet
Where we know the miracle
Of His hand on our habitat
As we experience and share in
The Goldilocks zone!
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March 17, 2021
Ins & Outs Magnetized by the Field
light air music
ejected from from the module
into the surrounding beaks I mean peaks
re-entry minus parachute
flapping arms swimming motions
there is direction
there is magnitude
kick stroke and glide
among the pecking crows
working at the edge of panic
gave the bastards the slip
a car wreck on legs
a bad selection of impressions
in the darkness and fog
because my attention span
is more mosaic than photographic
and mosaics imply rearrangement
ah well two hands and two feet
can wiggle only so much
step and gesture only so far
trying like a hummingbird
on Uncle Death's shoulder
to weigh in for good
neither abandoned by grief
nor orphaned by humor
the destruction of info by info
& vice versa the other way around
amplifies time's heartless plot
for reasons as follows:
2) there is no 1) and thus begins
3)
3) may as well get used to it and
try not to let the space between things
dictate
nature abhors the vacuum
the two U's right left stereo
4) quadrophonic
5) sleep picture
6) pull eye muscles pull!
7) the tissues somehow stay separate
8) we should leave this place
9) three out of five
much of what occurs does so
in the absence of my say so
the secret is this
the Earth may be flat
but it's not square
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
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Rolling pastures of green meadows rise to greet the horizon meeting a deep blue sky,
Beautiful old Perennial Clovers fill the glades and valleys with sweetness and beauty,
Yellow Goat’s Beard, Dog Daisies with Chervil, shelter under hedgerows and Oak trees,
A Yellow Rattle and the Lotus meet the Quake-grass and have done since I was a boy.
As I get older and become friends of Fescues, the Rough Cocks foot is still my dream,
And warm days of June are brilliant and beautiful the nights very calm soft and warm,
Where moonbeams and the evening stars twinkle in soft silver the background a blue hue,
Trees silhouetted against the starry night sky like a painting on canvas immortalized.
What could match the clear beauty of a June sky as bird’s soar across turquoise day,
Wild oats and Darnell's by waysides, Red Pensile panicles in the light winds that blow,
Each a friend with the Fox tail and Timothy they all sway in the same breeze dancing,
Wrapped in light air-grass and the Purple Burnett all are loved in a summer’s meadow.
The corn grows tall in the golden sea it has waves when the wind strokes the stems,
Walk in a dreamland of wonder over fields and along the footpaths since time began,
The rye as tall as your head and the wheat beginnings to shoot away from the husks,
Then the wild flowers among these crops are a beauty on a wonderful sun shiny day.
We reclined on a carpet of mountain greenery.
The smell of cut hay drifted upwards from a distant river valley.
The twilight of June stretched its intoxicating hues across time.
I scoured the alpine grasses for radiant wildflowers,
braiding them into my daughters impatient locks of tender hair.
A band set up on an ancient dance floor,
while cooks turned meat on blackened, open air barbeques.
The crowd imbibed homemade beer from plastic cups,
until the vibrations of the musician’s guitars pierced the light air.
Rock, country, pop, jazz, all melted into the same sky.
The trendy city people tried to look cool,
while they shared space with cowboy hats and belt buckles.
And the cowboys touched elbows with the mountain flower children.
These simple souls were barefoot, wore homemade clothes,
And adorned themselves with stolen flowers,
tucked behind unwashed ears.
The altitude inspired my feet to replicate the rhythms that eve.
I tossed my daughter into the sweet firmament.
I twirled my son in majestic circles.
I two stepped with my toddler.
And I swept my wife off her feet once again.
I wish you had been there that night.,
laughing in the gentle grass,
dancing without care,
transforming your thoughts from shrill discord,
to the mountain’s peaceful harmonies.
This love, magically so
Makes us free,
together,
golden glow,
on the sunlight sea
This energy I feel,
as I take the wheel
I now know
what is means, to be free,
for sunlight sea,
makes it so
This light air
on the sunlight sea
blows so fair
for you and me
A sea of azure,
in golden light
a lovers' touch,
love so pure
Our delight
This brilliant white sail
carries you and I
for our love cannot fail
on this golden trail
This magical sea,
so blue
Sailing with you,
is everything to me
On the sunlight sea,
everything comes true,
especially for you and me
All our dreams,
such delicate golden streams,
are what makes us free
On the sunlight sea
Where our love can be
This golden place,
upon deep blue
The love,....I see in your face
can only be true,
on the sunlight sea
This golden light
on a sea so bright
A sea so blue,
all my dreams'
in delicate golden streams
have come true
My love for you
on a sea of blue
is what is meant to be
on the sunlight sea
This love, magically so
Makes us free,
together,
golden glow,
on the sunlight sea
This energy I feel,
as I take the wheel
I now know
what is means, to be free,
for sunlight sea,
makes it so
This light air
on the sunlight sea
blows so fair
for you and me
A sea of azure,
in golden light
a lovers' touch,
love so pure
Our delight
This brilliant white sail
carries you and I
for our love cannot fail
on this golden trail
This magical sea,
so blue
Sailing with you,
is everything to me
On the sunlight sea,
everything comes true,
especially for you and me
All our dreams,
such delicate golden streams,
are what makes us free
On the sunlight sea
Where our love can be
This golden place,
upon deep blue
The love,....I see in your face
can only be true,
on the sunlight sea
This golden light
on a sea so bright
A sea so blue,
all my dreams'
in delicate golden streams
have come true
My love for you
on a sea of blue
is what is meant to be
on the sunlight sea