Long Patchouli Poems
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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 many restrictions had been imposed by
a socialized search for stability and adherence
of what others seemed to deem the norm of good taste
she blew up balloons with pigment dye figments
of her imagination and rose-tinted shards of mosaic
filled the room with fragrance of sandalwood and patchouli
and tied them to her body for levitation and consciousness
without any drugs she floated in psychedelic magic
engaged in lightness and transcended borders of nothingness
detachment rose to the ceiling but that was constructed
of glass and was so solid that she could not break through
thoroughly made it only allowed her to see hidden justice
while with helium and unnecessary laughter she clung
like a spider beneath herself and below shine through ascent
the Buddha above any suspicion had no chisel nor hammer
even Karma was out of reach for she was young and resilient
but over time the brush with delight dried up like a fig tree
without water shedding seemingly forbidden fruity melee
now insecure in impermanence she wished to be floored
only when she reminded herself that life was suffering
in itself did she come to the conclusion that eventually
the inflated globes of fanciful reverie would pop one by one and
bring her back to square one and attempt safe passage once more
20th July 2021
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 in the sun,
A serenade, the breezy rhythm of an undulating sea, guided me along.
At last, I was here.
I traveled alone. A cordial hint of danger heightened my awareness as
I prepared for dinner.
Nourished by a tropical harvest and liquor of plum and cherry,
I walked into the night.
Hearing voices, I stopped as something touched my shoulder.
I woke up.
It had been just a dream.
Two of us on a sixties hippie trip
to see if our gears would slip or mesh
innocent but wary yet wide-eyed
to the Imperial city of Marrakech
she perfumed with patchouli
me I traveled totally tie-dyed
all around was peace and love
we teamed to a tee and seemed
a fit the perfect hand in glove
but not long later it was deemed
as it was commonplace to see
in the medina not strapped for cash
kif from the Rif sellers
in the souk smoking hash
the country lacked law and order
no sooner said than escorted
back to Ceuta across the border
funny now in retrospect but not then
how when we blew out on the Sirocco
tho' we hadn't gone so far as the kasbah or bazaar
were deported without ceremony from Morocco
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 was, they just smiled with a sigh.
A hint of patchouli, rising up in the air,
an angel walking by, with flowers in her hair.
Each breath I would take, easier than before.
to underscore my joy, as my spirit would soar.
The beauty of this place, with it's colors so bright,
a land where goodness reigns, and banishes the night.
A joy overwhelmed me, no longer would I roam,
when I then realized, I was finally home.
Then there was a rising, a sun with shining rays,
a light that was brighter, than the brightest of days.
My memory returned, like Noah's famous dove,
born a child of god, by the power of love!
11/11/2018-sponsor-BRIAN STRAND
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 meditation altar.
Jasmine and patchouli, gardenia and rose;
all scents that I love.
Cherry and chocolate, caramel and clove;
The celestial scent sends me briefly,
Into la-la land.
It’s funny how the nostrils get confused,
when trying to pick out a good incense.
Some days, I just want a simple choice;
today it eludes me.
Fifteen minutes of confused,
but scented bliss and all I could decide on,
was a couple of straw hats,
to wear when I’m gardening…
I’m still out of incense.
APOTHEOSIS
I found her in a dream
Of beauty, she did share
The winds eternal song
Lost, to love somewhere
Providence she was
An answer to a prayer
The Willow's weep at dawn
Loose ribbons in her hair
Patchouli softly hung
Fore-spake, a gentle air
Her fan, a rising Sun
She opened to despair
A wish, be the one
With patience, brings her here
No flower, hand, her arm
Lost, to love somewhere
Shall I never wake
Sleep take me to that place
Waters curl endless
A Lady, watches, waits
A ship which never harbours
A storm, has no escape
No letter, forward onwards
A secret, kept by fate
Still, she stares the waters
Every sailor's gait
Every face she bothers
Haunts, and hesitates
Her fan, falling, falters
The Sun, another day
Her love, forever honoured
A Lady, watches, waits
“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
fresh crushed green
pine leaves
lemon
basil
bergamot
a heart blooming
with jasmine
rose
carnation
coriander
patchouli
sandalwood
and iris root, then
I’m on my knees
genuflecting
he says,
“Come here,"
He kisses me
and tastes
like
Star Anise
"sauvage
je reviens
vers vous
Rouge
dans le
heure bleue..."
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
V.S.A.S.
"Scent of a Woman
rising from
the Oceans blue
necklace of pearls
on a clam shell
salt and air
silver cut grass
then earthed
terra australis
Red"
Forest dreams as tender as a whisper
soft spoken wishes in the penumbra of night
Divinely assembled beneath a scried heaven
we live, we breathe, we follow...
The evening plants begin to respire
and the trees close up for the evening retreat.
We sit and meditate while the dusk settles in,
the candles burn surrounding us with light !
Woodland scents permeate the humid air
black orchid with notes of black truffle,
patchouli, and vanilla, rum-soaked in black.
We are never lost when we find ourselves
centered as a Buddha in the thick of light
Tibetan flutes and magical newts by the lake
each breath we take is an intake of peace
we are semi-aquatic beings in the wildlife
Forest reveries as vivid as lucid dreams of old
we stay green and pend, until we turn to gold.
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 in foreign dialects
cultures mingling at the market place
a mermaid chant serenading me
to seaward whimsical adventure
drifting off to faraway lands
an all too eager mind dizzy
soaking in this sizzling myriad
of flamboyant colors
and sumptuous textures
my heart regenerated
my soul ecstatic
twirls with excitement
the world indeed a global village
beauty bold of art
shared across the lands
enchantment imported overseas
mystically inspired awe
speaking to my heart
a cyclonic journey
quenching the drought
of my very soul
Read on air by invitation ~ May 26, 2020 'WORDS & MUSIC'
AP: 1st place 2022, 3rd place 2021, Honorable Mention 2022
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 poem is with its taste of licorice!
And here’s one that is rather sensuous.
Its aroma is the clove,
clary sage, bergamot, and rose.
How luscious! I linger at this one for a while. . .
Now I lean in toward the scent of chamomile.
This poem soothes the spirit
with its lavender and jasmine blooms in it.
Oh, here is one not only sweet but spicy!
Coriander wafts my way
with cinnamon and ginger. Such a treat to savor!
Next I view a bowl
filled with myrrh and frankincense.
And what else?
Why, it’s the earthy scent of sandalwood
with a touch of patchouli for good measure.
My, this is an epic poem to treasure.
Right next to it I spy a tiny one -
a packet of herbs and other little things,
But oh, how sweet its fragrance
of nutmeg, citrus and vanilla. Indeed, I’ve found a gem.
And here is one completely fresh - a most creative blend
of lemon, lavender and pine. It is divine!
Now a strong scent of sweetness comes to me,
This time from lavender laced
with small petals Of germaniums, and again,
the wondrous cinnamon
that takes my mind far back
to sentimental scenes of childhood.
Balsamic and earthy is the final poem that tempts me
with cedar wood, spruce and fir -
another one with thoughts of life and nature
to ponder as I linger one last time. . .
Then I must leave this sanctuary.
Day after day -
how I love to fill my senses
with poetry potpourri!
May 1, 2016 for Linda's Poetry _______ (fill in the blank) Poetry Contest
(hope I did it right this time!)