Long Odorous Poems
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The forested , odorous moonlight
is bedecked with an unparalleled dream.
It shields the colored, mazy
track from the fettered,
chained grass.
The gory river gleaming
in the miscellaneous mirror.
the glittering dreams
sparkle like an oracular,
, eventide
Kissing the ideal,
heterogeneous rill
I feel an unwavering
felicity.....
The waned brook shines
like the vanity of earthy
emptiness.
The forested ,odorous
moonlight
causing me an unparalleled dream.
It shields the colored , mazy track
from the fettered, chained grass.
The gory river gleaming
in the miscellaneous
mirror.
The glittering dreams
sparkle like the eclectic,
oracular eventide
MY NATURAL BEAUTY
O bizarre beauty,
O eclipse of a perfectly contrived creature.
O rustful bonny frame cladded with muck,
Made fleshy with its suppleness as lime soot.
O dark glinting hair like fleece interwoven, that soon
Would turn grey sky in Northern Arid Savannah
O Artiste physique, well endowed-
Like Benin feminine bronze sculpture;
An obsolete craft, to wane into gloomy oblivion.
O brilliant ebony skin with the wafting allure
Of ambergris to suffuse the whiff of odorous incence.
O passing beauty –
By Circadian or Accidental dissipation.
How best can I appreciate you, my beauty?
Except to behold you,
As a precious mound of carcass
Bedecked of sands and worms and air!
When I behold you as such, and still my heart is lured
With an irresistible longing to
Rouse this masculine flesh into verveful concupiscence
From this raw natural state,
This be a perfect beauty, a perpetual love.
And so will my soul drink content,
A brimming measure of this natural lee of love
And thirst no more to find beauty!
Sneezes travels at about 100 mph
40,000 droplets are ejected
Traveling almost eleven feet
Much further than expected
Wondering if that applies to farts
Heard they can be quite deadly
Blowing big holes in undies
Emitting an odorous medley
Clocked at almost 10 feet per second
That's roughly about 7 miles per hour
Capable of setting fire to your curtains
Have wilted pretty flowers
People have been seriously injured
Not wearing protective gear
The recoil action can drive them
Into walls and objects near
Actually heard of this one poor chap
Who's no longer able to speak
The utterly intensive reverberation
Reduced his voice to a squeak
Well now don't say I didn't warn you
Bout this ever present danger
Take heed and do have a happy life
Advice from a caring stranger
I realize: I must not complain..
For all I have, some wants to attain..
It's not to much nor to plain..
Yet, it is enough for years to gain..
I'm neither rich nor poor..
Nor I am sick lying in bedroom..
Nor I am a person under odorous fumes..
Nor I am a being not in timely tune..
Trials stripped me off from comforts..
Obstacles lead me to tackle each effort..
Disappointments made me all the more on rapor..
Failures didn't keep me long bended injured...
I don't speak as to be proud..
I want to tell the whole world..
I have my God beside and around..
Keeping my feet totally still on ground..
by: olive_eloi
5:23pm
12/11/2013
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Gal(l)actic
What a dream girl woman I mean like all
the stars heaven and cosmos never to fall
orbits moons sun wind fire water and earth
never in light years a drought and no dearth
We danced our mobile of yo-yos no strings
attached cosmic pleasure undefeatable wings
roots to grow old with conjoined and together
we meant to sustain all storms and all weather
We made love lived love and made children
had future and trust pleasures by the million
a legion and galaxy of strength and good power
a kiss a word sustenance rose passion flower
Then black holes turned our cool Universe sour
the gal spiralled plenty of lactic acid to scour
what once was gentle and free flowing friction
turned malicious malfeasant from benediction
You gallivanted away no more communication
a confused meteorite and un-curtailed corrugation
just silence and denial gall bile odorous flight
a crash with full impact lost gravitational height
I believe you’re still bitter and sour full of acid
a stream catcher of victimhood still self-centredly tacit
misappropriated in anger delusion cantankerous vile
the stars have moved heaven and turned at the stile
My cosmos has shifted found new lover mate wife
nourishing alkaline base peaches and much better life
sweet milk grapes and ambrosia no more chaos united
joined at our hips mind and soul a new galaxy sighted
01st September 2016 Spring Day in South Africa
Day after day I’d be walking on autopilot back to my abode
Till there it was that stop-you-in-your-tracks odorous bouquet
How lovely those long awaited lilacs would magically explode
Brazenly caressing my tender nostrils every month of May
All so very eager for that first sign summer’s on its way
A forerunner reminder that school would soon be out
Lilacs announced freedom intrepidly to the wind
Of that there would be never the least infinitesimal doubt
After a year of being studious, not much left to rescind
Suddenly daydreams of summer were allowed and we just grinned
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on February 15, 2018 for contest THE SCENT OF BAKING BREAD, THE SCENT OF CLEAN SHEETS FRESH OFF THE CLOTHESLINE sponsored by SARA KENDRICK - RANKED 1ST
No jaywalking,
Instead use the overpass;
No loading and unloading
Of passengers male or lass.
No parking
Of the cars old and new;
No overspeeding,
Eyes watch from the view.
No tailgating,
Drive not too closely behind;
No overtaking,
Life is on the line.
No u-turn
Every minute of the day;
No stopping anytime
At the well-paved freeway.
No smoking,
It's odorous to one's breath;
No littering,
Make no mess to one's health.
No trespassing,
The land is not yours;
No entry,
Guards stand at the doors.
Post no bill
To enjoy easy movement;
No vacancy,
Nothing but room for improvement.
These and more make man
Refrain from any strife;
Neither going out on a limb,
Nor breaking no signs of life.
My new forest and park neighbors,
mostly birds
squirrels
and strangely curious
and ravenous rabbits,
Have become accustomed to,
spoiled by,
fragrant green sanctuary
ancient fertile memories.
But, today
our neighborly horse farm
must be cleaning house.
This smells of too rich compost
upstaging even more gracious green.
This downgrade
calls to me
recalling former toxic smells,
fossil fuel exhausting,
were sooo... much more degenerative.
Horsey compost
lies between love's light life fragrance
and dark skinned death
of odorous Earth.
Yet, comparing distances
between green forest
and horse fragrance
and transported stinky fractures
through sacred climates ecological
resonant and resilient airs
and gusts
and breezes,
Comparative distances
continuously,
yet consecutively, change
what one might argue
is a contrasting wealth of difference,
+1, to -1, with midway
horse-powered zero neutral
Feels more like two-thirds healthy fragrance
and only one third toxic
Feels closer to three-fourths salient
to one-fourth punitive memory
from here
and now perspective,
Feels closer to seven-eighths
to one-eighth formerly deranged
of a revolutionary
resonantly regenerative
fractalling
resiliently redundant
multicultural sensory/spiritual
nurturing
re-communicating natural octave
of Golden Ratio/Rule comparison,
At last
resiliently resonant.
A sneeze travels about 100 mph
40,000 droplets are ejected
Traveling almost eleven feet
Much further than expected
Wondering if that applies to farts
Heard they can be quite deadly
Blowing big holes in your undies
Emitting an odorous medley
Clocked at almost 10 feet per second
That's roughly about 7 miles per hour
Capable of setting fire to your curtains
Have wilted pretty flowers
People have been seriously injured
Not wearing protective gear
The recoil action can drive them
Into walls and objects near
Actually heard of this one poor chap
Who's not longer able to speak
The utterly intensive reverberation
Reduced his voice to a squeak
Well now don't say I didn't warn you
Bout this ever present danger
Take heed and do have a happy life
Advice from a caring stranger
Modern cities have grown out of bounds,
devouring the vast expanses of virgin soil.
Living in a concrete jungle, our avant-garde creation,
an uprooted tree, I feel suffocated within,
and wish I could go back to where I used to be.
I remember the green hamlet of my youth,
the memory hangs like a framed picture on my mind.
I can still smell the fragrance of jasmine in the spring air,
enticing me as I chased the butterflies in verdant vale,
on the aromatic trail of the evaporating morning dew.
In the scorching summer when the first rains fell,
the parched soil exhaled the scent of the earth,
embracing me with the odorous arms of nature.
Preserved within me the scent still wafts, taking me
to my youth with the first shower of summer.
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March 23, 2021
Contest : Favorite Scent(s)
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke