Long Patchouli Poems

Mother nature oh! Rose of roses!
Mother of all flowers' and smell,
Ylang Ylang! You don't know what it causes!
An aphrodisiac turns you on like hell!

Sandalwood with its masculine warmth poses,
Rosemary clears the head, you can tell,
Peppermint...

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"Volupte Mysterie" 



Fallen and risen
the volupte She ...

considers 

Her gods
are found
sore and wanting 

a new life 
breathing in 
a new world

she walks 
in dreams 
she sleeps

in as much as
heaven and hell 
exist

here on this Earth
they...

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"Papyrus, Lapis Lazuli and the Valley of the Kings - Part 2"

Rush...
the sound of the wind 
licks her ears, bites her neck, stings her lips
the deep heat caresses her hips 
brandishes, burns into her skin
travels...

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O' poets switch off all senses but one
as you enter this arena of aroma
as I nose out the world's perfumes
to boost thy nasal stamina.

A dainty phial of perfume is indeed
a perfect and preferred present
It's the...

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I. The Virgin

Dimpled white dove of a girl,
tell me where did you go
when I opened the little door
to your cage--
did you flutter, supple and blushing
into the half-moon's glimmer?

Floating on the breeze of girlhood,
did you caress...

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I smell something so beautiful!
Many different fragrances are drifting toward me.
So many sachets of poetry are prettily displayed.
Such visual delights!
I stoop to relish one - a citrus blend
with sweet anise and cinnamon.
Ah! How fun this...

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she was an artwork in progress

like graffiti on a wall which covered

bricks in her head in the chakra’s colours

connected to the world with easel and brush


but the paint inside her was not quite free yet

too...

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   Unquotable quotes – II

Spare the rod and knife the wife.
Empty drums make the most deaf wise.
Penny wise Pound English.
The Polyester Stomper heals the vain woman’s heel.  
Eat what you can but...

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Raindrops on roses weren’t her thing. 
They were okay.

But patchouli and pine 
Curry and cloves 
Burnt orange dusks fading to midnight blue slumber 
Alto strings and reeds weaving symphonic tapestries in minor keys 
Woolen ponchos...

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See the scarlet thread running true 
through our beings
unseen from that resplendent moment
our eyes set on each other.

A color portrait of our hearts forever aching
candle's glow dances touching your skin
in silent valley of eternal mist
where...

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There is a girl and I call her Bearfox
And I tell ya, this girl is a hell of a fox
She’s all things funny and all things smart
She tickles my tummy and always comes from the...

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all senses under attack
stirred whirlwinds of exotic music
dance in tango heart and soul

aromas of patchouli myrrh and frankincense
have me floating six inches off the ground
trinkets from around the world
a mosaic oozing with mystique
exotic flair whispered...

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“dans le heure bleue"



My skin feels alive
when you are 
next to me
blood pulsing
from the core
of me
Root Chakra Red
My throat exposed
the Wolf now
lies next to me
in my warm bed
savage and smiling 
he is seen, he
smells of...

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I saw a place in dreams, when life ends I would go.
a place where the reaping, comes from that which you sow.
The people were shining, with a gleam in their eye,
when I asked where I...

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Peacefully I sleep

Dreaming…
	Relaxing…
		Experiencing…
	
I’m floating gently on a stream
Feeling the sun upon my face
Tasting the cool beads of clear water on my lips
Hearing the song of an eagle soaring above
Seeing the evergreens towering over me
Smelling patchouli...

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Perusing the shelves of incense
laid out before me;
I felt the futility of making decisions,
clawing at my tired brain.

So many scents to choose from;
why did I come into this store?
Oh yeah, sandalwood and cedar sticks
for my...

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Magical crescent moon
Shining on the path below
Lighting the way for lovers
Together as they stroll

Exploring the enchantment
Of the animals and the trees
Finding their own Utopia
Beneath natures canopy

Together they may hear
A love birds sweet melody
As the crickets...

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Her dreadlocks were familiar as was her patchouli smell
I recognized her folk music, understood it rather well
She brought back the seventies in the sweetest way
I was thrilled to stumble upon this guitarist today

She gave me...

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From first breath, I knew I’d arrived
Greeted by an Earthy balm not unlike Patchouli,
I made my way through the village to my rooms.
It filled the air
I felt slightly intoxicated

The shadows of Palm laced my skin...

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Knee ‘Asia claimed she was Bohemian, but we called her hippie.
That was my folks, she told us. They were rather loose and dippy.
We saw her dwelling and changed our minds in no way whatsoever.
She lived...

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Smile on the face or innocence on the face
              is as attractive as beauty on the face.

—Amit Kalantri

Sweet Honesty

Lily of the valley,
...

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LEST I FORGET
If I forget
What I need
I’ll come searching for you
Have the image of your sweet smile To Guide Me

When the clouds are too white
and the sky too bright
Drop the twines of your hair and...

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Uncle Wilbur said Maddie was old-fashioned.
I was thinking 50’s or 60’s
He meant a throwback to the seventies.
I had not met anyone this calm since life before Woodstock.
Maddie had glazed eyes, there was a smell of...

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