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Two hearts in an awesome communication
but covered by bodies which are worshipers of denial.
She adores him, he cherishes her
but such feelings are molded into the formality of colleagues.
Excitement, no matter how little, is suppressed,
appreciation rendered from a falling heart but by casual lips;
attraction, pressures the borders of the mind through its swell
but yet restricted by the protective bunkers of pretense.
When the time for absence to ease the saga comes,
anticipation drafts out a time table
for expectation to put every event on alarm
in both souls which cling to the thoughts of the next reunion.
Ego strips to perform a show on affectionate longing;
he becomes the gold standard to her new lifestyle
while she becomes the detergent to which his actions are washed.
Time once again takes a shift from itself,
internal body signals responding to a meeting, soon to occur.
Face to face, the physical acquaintance is once more blessed
but the corresponding fever has now began to snore,
weakening the whiskers of attraction to stay down.
Executive in the outside, voracious in the inside
with longing spirits towards each other
but confined by dramatized strictness.
Static and fixed concentration but away from her from the guy
with concrete rigidity lasting for long-long minutes.
Expert carefulness and planned accuracy in body movements from the lady
with continuous episodes of deep exhales
coming out of tension’s internal burning sticks.
Avoiding each other’s gazes with admiration’s lips tightly sealed
epitomizing an atmosphere of two minds in one likeness,
yet standing as agents of discomfort to each other.
Heat has unnecessarily been added to a delicacy so spicy
and nothing can blow it out unless someone says something.
Short but beautiful,
Beautiful and dutiful.
Dutiful in deligience,
Deligent and intelligent.
The mood of thy pleasantries,
Wroth fables of dignities.
Your egg-y shaped physiognomy,
Mount emotions in hurry.
The smiles of thy face,
Is embroided with bewitching triats.
The venom of thy eyeballs,
Pierce through the rigidity of juvenile's hall.
You're wonderfully made,
And gorgeously create.
None can thy bride price paid,
But a Juvenile bewitched with grace.
Me-take this not as a woo,
But a praise of my friend boo.
When i think of you,
With the aid of celestial rule.
The shape of your shadow,
Barges into life more hollow.
Thou art a queen: Indeed,
Full of optimum grace to feed,
All being that cross thy path,
And blossomly for they that are your part.
Me-take this not as a woo trends,
But as a praise to my boo's friend.
Haddassah: Esther,
Yea,the queen of all fiestas.
Thou art been metamorphosed,
To light from darkness force.
Thou owe worry no dime,
For with you has my g.f dine.
And she'd promised me heartily,
To convey you relentlessly to his territory.
The Elegant maiden of his sanctuary!
c.2017
Flow of Rapture
Collaboration with Probir Gupta
Cascading along the coveted curves
The flow of rapture proceeds in joy
Sometimes halting and softly fondling
Green grass turns pink for a while
The air filled with tickled laughter
Ventures through labyrinth fields
As sun filters through the vast canopy
Of leaves bathed a golden hue.
Wet pure and crystal flows,
With erratic beating of its heart
Plummet down with wild booming roar
Sending shivers racing down the covert on the banks
Warm breath assaults the stony resolve
Warm touches loosen the rocky rigidity
Moving ahead raising a honey tremor
A green and black swirl in the crazy head
From head to toe a tumbling twist
In each bend thick bushes of delight
The coursing on brings out in its wake
Purple orange and yellow stanzas
Under an orange kissed sky
Nature's essence, of harmony and rhythm
A soul of perfection beneath shadowed shade and sigh
The flow of rapture proceeds in joy
7/11/201
It was a midsummer night; heat pervaded the season;
Mosquitoes and flies moved around as though hatching treason;
Cool breeze verily tried to pierce through the humidity,
Failed; as it was like hearts of humans with rigidity...!
It took hours of turning and churning before sleep entered,
Mosquitoes tried to for a few drops of blood, self-centered;
Dreams! Nay, nightmares I'd say, hovered over my empty mind,
Bringing in devils, phantoms and fiends of every kind...!
It's toward morning, like an angel opening the door,
Entered a dream, may not be magical, like a rain-pour;
I witnessed my intimate friend's newly built house sinking,
Like the Titanic, gradually, its whole shape shrinking...!
Merry crows, eagles and vultures were flying all around,
As though, as on an earthquake, mountains of carcasses found;
Noises, cries, screams and screeches filled the entire atmosphere,
Like which I had never heard during my long yester-year...!
I couldn't wait for the morning; Before dawn I set out,
What could be? How? And why? Filled in my mind many a doubt;
I found his house (newly built) standing firm and unshaken,
Relieved, yet, wanted to find what misery has broken...!
Debts, he said; ashamed of telling you; loans of construction!
I might need to sell-out the house; or find my destruction;
I was perplexed as I was not very rich person too,
As friend true, I must reach out to him at his time of woe...!
Other friends and companions I instantly collected,
To him, like heart-beats, each one's compassion got connected;
We soon sold out, whatever is sellable, for his sake,
Saved him, forthwith, from his agonizingly cancerous ache...!
26 September 2022
The Mystical Dream Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
He said,
Your faith community's secularizing problem
is too much dogmatically intolerant rigidity.
You reek of green political correctness.
She replied, indefinitely concluding,
You are undoubtedly right,
our sacred opportunity
too slowly grows win/win principles
of nature/spirit indigenous integrity
We speak of blue empowerment
through green cooperative enlightenment,
Yet shun the rightwing dominant
red patriarchs
we only find useful
in regenerative beds
For flowers
and vegetables,
ornamentals
and edibles,
polyculturally designed
to follow multicultural polypaths
to notice transubstantiating co-relationships
necessarily precede healthy
rebirth wealth
Not only rising and falling daily
weekly
monthly
seasonal life
But also noticing cycles
and spirals
daily circles of rising to enlightenment
from the same dream bed
where we, in previous dark of nightfall,
fell freely unfree into disempowering
ecosytemic ego's leftbrain dominant
verbalizing either/or thoughts
and categorical labels
prickly restricting
dark box constricting
deducting power
reducing light
from free win/win green cooperative,
win/lose red competitive,
integrity of full-circle thought
feelings
Looking forward
as dawn greets greying skies
this day
and night
yet another full and emptying circle
re-imagining our win/lose dogmatic indoctrinations
into win/win indigenously organic freedoms
of integrity's vast warm green
cooperatively blue
recycling potential
To smell and taste
of refreshing cooperative
healthy political empowerment
through economically co-invested
green indigenously new/old
transubstantiating communion circles
of health/wealth thriving
compassioning enlightenment.
Crown me a thief tonight and crucify me to condemnation
For I covet and must pilfer the pintle of this alluring stranger
I shall taste of another woman's pleasure
And trade my dignity for a moment's lust
Forsake thy marital vows for a minute o Adam
And relish every bit of my feminine wonder
Though you stand in firmness now
Between my thighs shall your mantle bow
I compel you to lead me into a world of erected ecstasy
Feel the softness of my flesh tonight for at dawn I shall be gone
Spread me beneath your warmth and with all rigidity dig deeply
Make every new stroke deeper than the one you gave before
Your strength and virility shall I borrow
Knowing it denies me tomorrow
Satisfy your craving and bloat on my eden
Sweeter is the experience when pronounced forbidden
Unmask your carnality and caress me in your arm
This enticing temptress shall surrender to your adulterous charm
Be my vanquisher tonight! Shake me and conquer my walls
Awaken and rekindle the fire of my womanly being
Let us make every moment count as we enjoy this sinful call
For if the world is but sinful,what greater harm is our subtle sin?
By:Elisabeth .O. Adams
LizDiamond World Of Poetry
Alas when specificity is masked in its duplicity
to temper its intensity it may have a propensity
to touch the edges gently to stimulate us mentally
to hide within the lilting verse a subliminally errant curse
with subtle lines a bit too terse - then again it could be worse
they could insert an asterisk - induce headshaking “tsk tsk tsks”
So when asked to specify, I try, I try, I truly try
to force my words into “the norm”, confine my ink, make it conform
and yet it flows – a violent storm, from deep within a whirlwind born
a spinning, loud and raucous horn wailing from a pen pricks thorn
howling in both joy and pain, ranting at both sun and rain
sitting ‘tween tracks rusted stain waving to life’s passing train.
The trick - to call a word a word - not split it with poetic sword
claim it left us empty, bored or thrilled, awakened, reassured
the trick – to let the words find us to chip away our readers rust
outwit our “learned” poets crust, open our hearts and slowly trust
that in its harsh simplicity it stabs with cold specificity
at the edges of rigidity and the barriers ‘’tween you and me.
John G. Lawless
©3/29/2019
Written: November 28, 2023
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In my last prayer, words and dreams merge,
My concepts have changed as a brittle verge.
Such a rainbow of hues in this growing vision,
My head swirls in whispered tasks and decisions.
Strong in my beliefs, I now question all things,
As if a veil is lifted, I sweated even the little things,
My soul is seeking knowledge and rearrange,
Now awkward by set ideals, I relish the strange.
No beyond blindness or rigidity to act as a slave,
Having altered, I am now freed from any cave,
In my recent musings, I have explored curiosity,
Getting raw insight and seeing awe in diversity.
My comprehension grows as I explore my mind,
Laying buried muse that shines akin to orbs aligned,
Placing the ideas in words is an ideal symphony,
Written words depict my impending destiny.
My route is wider, and I explore the universe,
Seeking wisdom all over, valuing what's diverse,
We ought to value this superb mental shift,
In our recent beliefs, raw prospects are adrift.
I sat in front of his mirror -
my long locks looking askew.
It brought me significant anguish.
Atrocious means horrible in my book
and my book spelled it awry...
A – Awful
W – Weird
R – Rigid
Y – Yuk
Luckily, a new hairdresser, Adam,
gave me auspicious hope.
He was able to assuage the rigidity
with great aspiration,
with a burning desire towards release.
My head was in his hands.
He managed to absolve my wild ringlets
removing hairspray, gels, then cutting.
After awhile, I stood up amazed.
Adam had spelled my awkward look with allure...
A – Attention
L – Lavished
L – Loveliness
U – Unrivaled
R – Release
E – Elation
June 8, 2020
I am a no member of raging war,
Sweeping through invisible Russia's rage
To exhausting Ukraine's territorized floor...
Against bond, love once held on peaceful stage.
I am a no member of staggering twist,
Wrong influence placed as tease to Isreal;
Triggered test if covenant still exist...
Now results dead bodies without burial.
I am a no member of the world's power,
That stakes check to ruling validity...
Of the country which sits up on such tower,
Using war to strengthen rigidity.
I am a no member of timing bomb
The world quietly sit; tickles... yet looks calm!