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(Continued from part one.)
Afire not his thoughts, the Devil sees,
He soars and roars, in his physical might.
His bears’ hug, his warmth, could melt you;
Into joys and tears, in willing submission.
Treat him not, to your portions of love.
He grows cold, is lost in erotic rage.
Wiggle not mermaid, in bouts of passion,
The dough you kneed, may turn love to hate.
Dare not the wile witches’ craft;
Lest he banish you to the earth’s folds,
To burn in hate, love and desire,
Forever and ever, in eternal penance.
Spurn not his love for the unknown,
With frivolous, eyewash camouflage.
He watches behind the scenes,
Your tremors in the curves and the lips;
You innocent, blooming seductress,
Holding the Mega-staff, letting reptiles sing:
You bore the man, the crowned lord of vice.
Rip him, Independence, to his natural doom.
Haven’t you learnt, you Hollywood menace?
Ever seen Javed Jaffery the Tellywood, Bollywood
Lollywood and Mollywood a few dozen like you?
Tent walk dove-eyed, bumps to the moon.
Kanjiwaram, the Casanova Frenchie,
Break dance in airs to the Eiffel Tower.
Red herring you to the Spanish bulls.
Joy ride Rolls on BMW’s track.
Con the Germans and the Japs.
You, wonder android, generations ahead.
(Forget the Merc-E, TELCO ties,
Or their Sumo-ing the Japanese pride.)
Take care you fool, Govinda could snare,
Rap tap the Seghal to his toe’s.
Golden Eye the double O’s latest dream.
Kung-fu Steven’s at his own game.
Anti-gravity NASA, with mental fields.
Stealth fly you out, from the Pentagon.
Biotech you back into American laps,
Genetically engineered, Gene cultured, wreck.
Brain-virus Microsoft, in config-trees,
Space walk you to the final frontiers in enterprise.
Dance away the foxes of your clan.
Ultra culture, the real London breed.
In knacks of, how to wink and blink.
Lifting eyebrows? Take care you oaf,
Run you goat! and don’t turn your head.
He is the cool cat, really looking his English best.
Flee, before the gambler, he is still there,
Smirnoff you to the Hustler`s care.
Toss you around, under Playboy’s thumb.
Floor you with his catwalk fun.
Cradle you, to the American roost;
Chickening out, not now KFC hen.
He is “She selling sea shells on the sea shore.”
In wizard glee, those Colgate teeth his real hope.
(To be continues in part three.)
In a moment of magic I once gave her a juicy innocent peach
Not yet knowing that she harboured a sweet nascent dream
In which as a youngster she knew that she would marry the one
Who handed such a fleshy gift to the gypsy Queen of Fairy Land
Bestowed upon her by night’s prophesy she carried the vision of
Requited love and blissful peace brought by subconscious longing
And spiritual clarity of a Higher Power submerged in compassion
A passionate fruit with soft skin and one huge seed of togetherness
We eloped together into a new dawn
The doomsayers had a field day as they harvested bitter doubts
‘It will only last a couple of months and the peach will turn rotten’
‘You cannot feed on clairvoyant oracles and meek pagan beliefs’
‘They are deluded insane and caught up in misguided romance’
They called her a witch a seductress and labelled me irresponsible
With so much at stake painted pictures of broomsticks and failure
While we had found the jewel in a haystack without even searching
And set fire to the past as we danced naked around a fire of passion
We knew the truth of intuitive feeling
One can never be sure what lies at the end of paths never taken
Whether road blocks and diversions belittle emotions and faith
But they who ignore heavenly signs forfeit adventure and truth
Stay stuck in spent time and hail its dubious comfort at their peril
We travelled and found a small hut on the beach out of sight
Collected starfish and driftwood and caressed wounded souls
Carved wedding bands out of sea shells and called upon dolphins
To witness our marriage surfing along happily ever since then
A cormorant applauded the feast
Under a star studded canopy on the miraculous shore of belonging
We never strayed from what intuition and feelings offered for free
Meandered on the shoreline and set our sails into a magical ocean
Tasted the salt of a mindful earth and soothed our recovering minds
Never questioned the wisdom of our union shared by hungry souls
Treasure pleasure and joy weathered powerful storms and all tides
The cosmos donates all we ever need once we are willing to navigate
Waves and effervescence sparkling desire and in our case a peach
Leading the universal way
13th May 2020
A re-post of poem 939895 that mysteriously disappeared from PS...
The early morning darkness oozes melancholy whispers
as enraged storm clouds enfold me in a final deathly embrace.
She has come for me.
I can feel her breathy torment
breathe cold upon my beleaguered brow.
A cautious glimpse through my bedroom window
reveals the rage in her nictating blue eyes.
Frozen to my pillow I watch in terror.
Her minacious exhalations mesmerizing me.
Like a beautiful child giddily watching weightless seeds
float gently from blown Dandelions,
I watch transfixed,
as blinding fury strips leaves from trees,
breaking limbs like snapping bones.
The canopy twists in distorted grimaces
her demented smile mirrored in each pained contortion,
her wail echoed in the screams of trees.
They bend and turn and pull their roots from the soil
in vain attempts to escape her wrath.
She has come for me!
There is no escape.
A swirling dance of death and destruction,
bleeding droplets assail the glass.
A thousand tiny fingers tapping, scratching,
try to gain entrance into my final safe haven.
I can feel her drawing ever closer,
hovering above me,
sniggering,
her passion tempting me,
seducing me,
exulting in her conquest for she knows I can’t resist,
draining from me my heart,
my love,
my life.
Her cold dead fingers reach for me in my dream,
stealing my essences, draining my soul,
leaving nothing,
a dying husk of what once was an ebullient life, a caring man.
Then through the night a ray of brilliant light beams hope against darkness.
The angel appears.
Her words beckon me to fight against the demon,
the seductress, the succubus.
encouraging me,
caressing me,
With her agile wit and calm caring mind
she soothes me.
She comes for me,
and I await her eagerly.
Her laughter like the tinkle of sweet bells
vanquishes my night terror, waking me from my dream.
She comes for me,
and I melt longingly into her comforting willowy embrace
as the ravaging misery fights its final battle,
destroying all that it can.
With one last desperate breathe it screams curses into the night,
while my sweet angel strokes me with her words
and her beautiful blue eyes flash a brummagem smile.
09/15/2017
Sweetheart, Your Lips The Only Honey I Will Taste
A collaboration with Susan Ashley
Sweetheart, Your Lips The Only Honey I Will Taste
Bright heaven's night skies, in your eyes once were,
agleam they glittered, gems as you danced free;
my darling, sad you once thought I loved her
oh how that sexy vixen did chase me!
Her lies about our night trysts at the lake
she said we did commingle on white sand;
I know the pain they gave, was hard to take
her vicious calls to you worse to withstand!
I give you this, our hearts both love entwine
your lips the only honey I will taste;
my love-life’s yours, as only your’s is mine,
so please, lets live and love, let’s not time waste!
Your lips the only honey I will taste.
So please, lets live and love, let’s not time waste!
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Temptress: Your Lips The Only Honey I Will Taste
My tongue tells lies to get me what I want
and longs to taste the sweets of your desire,
I’ll tempt you and your woman I will taunt;
behold this tigress striped in passion’s fire.
I have no shame in stalking you, my prey,
my green eyes have you surely in my sight,
I watch and pray that from her you will stray;
upon you with my purr I will alight!
If prayers don’t work I have a backup plan..
I’ll tell her of us when her back was turned -
a sly seductress always gets her man,
as if by magic when the truth is blurred.
My claws will hook you given half the chance,
beguiling rumors charm with their snake dance...
Robert J. Lindley and Susan Ashley
(a collaboration) , February 13, 2019
Poet’s note: Thank you, my dear friend, for your accepting
my invitation to compose beautiful verses with me yet again.
to share this new double sonnet collaboration.
And as always, it was an honor and true pleasure to write
with you and see poetic verses be born.
This about an evil temptress that falsely accuses a man
faithful to his beloved wife spurns her unwanted advances.
Such that happened in real life and was a nightmare to have
to had endure until the truth came out about the lying
and crazy temptress. Lucky that her best friend finally
exposed her for the liar that she was.
Fall few and far between
The thousands of the common lot
That sink to nothing in the march of time.
Days like this,
All warmth of gold poured down
From a roof all Blue Serenity
Breezes soft and sweet
As sighs of innocent sleep
Crowds of trees nodding in council together
Around them the fields, an emerald sea -
These days are gifts
Of Gaia gone adorned in naked beauty
Her veils all pulled aside
For those who know just how to look
To see her as she really is:
Seductress Mother, Comforter, Slayer,
Harvester of Souls.
She draws her newborns to the light,
Then closes their eyes and rocks them to another sleep
Full of unknowable dreams,
Waking them again in different shapes.
She dances then to her selfmade tunes,
Of snowstorms in the heart of June
Or roses 'neath an autumn moon -
Confirmation, Contradiction;
Epithets and Benedictions.
On days like this a drum beats
Somewhere deep inside a quiet corner of the soul,
Calling from a distant time
When we spoke volumes to each other
Dancing 'round the sacred flames in holy silence
While the wolves howled through the icy dark
- If you listen you may feel it yet -
Stop awhile and watch the distant trees
Nodding in their ancient way,
Sighs winding close between them;
She has let the veils slip loose
Blinding in her nakedness
Breath trailing all around you warm
Like the blood you shared within the womb -
There are drums
There are songs
Salt of sea drifting through your veins
As you smile a wolf's smile without knowing it -
All these and more lie just below the surface
Before She turns and draws
Her cloak of stars about Her,
Have one last look and just remember
That nothing down here is truly trivial,
Each day another page writ
In the just-beginning Human Story.
Smile like a wolf and remember:
Terrible things, Wondrous things,
Secret, Sacred, Magnificent things
Are always happening somewhere;
Happening Somewhere
On days
just like this.
Between God and the human race
is space. Oh,what brought us to this place?
I mean, He fashioned us to be near to Him,
to be His dearest friend, but a foreigner
entered in...... prominant and dominant,
that beguiling seductress........ sin.
Oh, that is something God simply can't stand....
like kryptonite to Superman.
Now, God of this universe, with you I must converse.
I abhor the thought of being eternally banned
from your glorious paradise. There must be a master
plan to make things forever right again. Lord God,
may I ask of you, is there anything I can do? For I so
much long to stay close to you.
I mean, I know this is not part of the original design.
But must I resign myself to the fact that nothing can
be done..... that sin has actually won? Oh.... no
that is like a dagger to my heart... a paralyzing thought.
Please tell me it doesn't end like this.... no ultimate
utopia.... no heavenly bliss.What would this life then
be about? What purpose would I serve on this earth...
you who gave me birth?
All would be superficial... chasing after the sun..... no fun
just monotonous work to be done, day after tedious day.
No real worthwhile goal in mind, it wouldn't even matter
how I spent my time.But certainly you created me for so
much more. Please open a door. Even though I may be
drowning in my sin, will you find it within, to somehow,
like a lifeguard,rescue me from the undertow......
even drag me safely to your shore.
Wake me from this horrific nightmare. Prove to me that
you care enough to help me bridge this huge chasm between us.
You say there is really nothing I can do other than just
to trust that it is already handled... already taken care of.
You say it is all about grace or undeserved love. The gift
of Jesus..... Emmanuel..... a special gift from above.
Oh, so I can only get to you through following Him,
and He's the one who eradicates all of my sin.
You say another name for this man named Jesus
is the Christ and yet another is the Way.Sounds to me
like we should celebrate Him and call it..... Christmas Day.
I saw Lucifer in starlight standing elegant and grim,
A slim, conceited bastard in his uniform and boots.
And I watched him get excited as he waved his arms and boasted,
“The world’s a prize to seize for those who have the will”
(And would I be inclined to run for office?).
I thought it over quietly, politely turned him down
And wondered, Was he beaten as a child?
The biggest bullies were once victims themselves.
A lot of little Hitlers have grown up beneath the lash.
His is no temptation; I had loving parents,
And I cannot help but pity his disease.
I observed the young seductress flash her long silken legs,
The skin above her stockings so invitingly smooth,
And she broke the breathy silence as she arched her back and whispered,
“Women dress to be undressed, or so they say in France”
(And would I like to stay and do the honors?).
I thought it over quietly, glanced down to check my watch
And wondered, Is her mother waiting up?
If all I cared about was pleasing myself,
The weight of my desires would be more than I could bear.
And this sweet temptation, she’s some father’s daughter,
As I cannot help but be my father’s son.
Emotion should be molded by reason
Into something that’s designed to do some good.
No need to fashion a hammer,
If the only thing to pound is someone’s heart.
And all you’ve got to do is take one more step,
One more step, one more step.
All you’ve got to do is take one more step.
(And one more after that.)
I’ve been on this train forever, or at least that’s how it seems.
I’ve traced the buckled strap iron from the highlands to the sea.
And I chuckled in agreement when the club car porter grumbled,
“It’s amateurs who brag about how much they dare to drink”
(And would I like to have another double?).
I thought it over quietly, sat back to light a smoke
And told him, “It’s a tough profession, friend.”
Inherent weakness or just simple fatigue;
A stumble’s still a stumble, makes no difference how you fall.
But I’ll fight temptation till the thirst turns brutal,
Then I cannot help but reach for my reward.
A paramilitary paramour
He sang those words…..
The words I could not summon sans a vociferous voice
lack of those words gave me nil another choice
lo to be laid low by chance and a chaliced BODY
TO SIP WHERE LIPS OF LUSCIOUS LUST HAD BRIEFLY ONCE RESIDED
A CUP WITH A DUTY TO BEAUTY which, by a smile, had been duly DECIDED
AS i,
BY THE HAND OF HAUGHTINESS AND NAUGHTINESS WAS EVER SO mystically misguided
AND BY HER disastrously dishonorable DECISION WAS DESTINY DERIDED
Woe to THOSE WORDS HE was urged TO Sing THAT WERE ETHCED UPON THE EDGES OF MY SILOUETTE
WHEN AT FIRST MINE EYES BY MAGIC had been MET
SHE Beside A ROULETTE WHEEL WHICH SPUN AT HER WILL AND her WHIM
THE first NIGHT SHE BECAME my “HER” AND i to be her “HIM”
A flicker WHEN A CASINO’S BRIGHT LIGHTS,
COMPARED TO THE BRIGHTNESS OF HER AURA,
WERE DEEMED TO DIM
BUT ALL TOO SOON That evening….
LIKE geriatric GERANIUMS ………GREW grim
AND I With SO VERY MUCH TO SAY
I with SUCH AND SUCH TO SAY
BUT TORMENT HAD TIED WELL MY TONGUE IN A KNOT OF NERVOUS TENSION
AND TOO MUCH ANGUISH for me TO POSSIBLY MENTION
As STOOD I SILENCED BY A SANCTIMONIOU SMILE
MUTED BY THE MAGIC OF A SEDUCTRESS GUIDED BY GUILE
I was FAR ToO WEAK TO SPEAK OF THE BLEEK
WHEN BEING MINUS MAGIC MANAGED TO MAKE A MUSCLED MAN MUCH TOO MEEK
Bearing the unbearable TWIXT TWAIN AND TWIGS on a trembling tree TO TWEAK
NAY, NOT I, THIS MAN who yet could not be coaxed to SPEAK
AND SO HE SANG THOSE WORDS WITH A SONG SUNG IN MY STATEMENT’S STEAD
HE SANG SOMETHING ABOUT SADNESS, SLUMBER AND A DESIRE FOR HIS EX-PARAMOUR TO Be BEGOTTEN DEAD
Well that’s what he sang
And that’s exactly what I would have sung
For a woman wherein my stars and hopes were hung
If memories of magic and the music of majestic grace had not been eroding my mind and DEGENERATING my head
Hell,
what he sang in his song so soulfully sung is substantially what i would have said
when my hope and lover both were declared dead
© 2013...copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee~
A paramilitary paramour
He sang those words…..
The words I could not summon sans a vociferous voice
lack of those words gave me nil another choice
lo to be laid low by chance and a chaliced BODY
TO SIP WHERE LIPS OF LUSCIOUS LUST HAD BRIEFLY ONCE RESIDED
A CUP WITH A DUTY TO BEAUTY which, by a smile, had been duly DECIDED
AS i,
BY THE HAND OF HAUGHTINESS AND NAUGHTINESS WAS EVER SO mystically misguided
AND BY HER disastrously dishonorable DECISION WAS DESTINY DERIDED
Woe to THOSE WORDS HE was urged TO Sing THAT WERE ETHCED UPON THE EDGES OF MY SILOUETTE
WHEN AT FIRST MINE EYES BY MAGIC had been MET
SHE Beside A ROULETTE WHEEL WHICH SPUN AT HER WILL AND her WHIM
THE first NIGHT SHE BECAME my “HER” AND i to be her “HIM”
A flicker WHEN A CASINO’S BRIGHT LIGHTS,
COMPARED TO THE BRIGHTNESS OF HER AURA,
WERE DEEMED TO DIM
BUT ALL TOO SOON That evening….
LIKE geriatric GERANIUMS ………GREW grim
AND I With SO VERY MUCH TO SAY
I with SUCH AND SUCH TO SAY
BUT TORMENT HAD TIED WELL MY TONGUE IN A KNOT OF NERVOUS TENSION
AND TOO MUCH ANGUISH for me TO POSSIBLY MENTION
As STOOD I SILENCED BY A SANCTIMONIOU SMILE
MUTED BY THE MAGIC OF A SEDUCTRESS GUIDED BY GUILE
I was FAR ToO WEAK TO SPEAK OF THE BLEEK
WHEN BEING MINUS MAGIC MANAGED TO MAKE A MUSCLED MAN MUCH TOO MEEK
Bearing the unbearable TWIXT TWAIN AND TWIGS on a trembling tree TO TWEAK
NAY, NOT I, THIS MAN who yet could not be coaxed to SPEAK
AND SO HE SANG THOSE WORDS WITH A SONG SUNG IN MY STATEMENT’S STEAD
HE SANG SOMETHING ABOUT SADNESS, SLUMBER AND A DESIRE FOR HIS EX-PARAMOUR TO Be BEGOTTEN DEAD
Well that’s what he sang
And that’s exactly what I would have sung
For a woman wherein my stars and hopes were hung
If memories of magic and the music of majestic grace had not been eroding my mind and DEGENERATING my head
Hell,
what he sang in his song so soulfully sung is substantially what i would have said
when my hope and lover both were declared dead
© 2013...copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee~
A paramilitary paramour
He sang those words…..
The words I could not summon sans a vociferous voice
lack of those words gave me nil another choice
lo to be laid low by chance and a chaliced BODY
TO SIP WHERE LIPS OF LUSCIOUS LUST HAD BRIEFLY ONCE RESIDED
A CUP WITH A DUTY TO BEAUTY which, by a smile, had been duly DECIDED
AS i,
BY THE HAND OF HAUGHTINESS AND NAUGHTINESS WAS EVER SO mystically misguided
AND BY HER disastrously dishonorable DECISION WAS DESTINY DERIDED
Woe to THOSE WORDS HE was urged TO Sing THAT WERE ETHCED UPON THE EDGES OF MY SILOUETTE
WHEN AT FIRST MINE EYES BY MAGIC had been MET
SHE Beside A ROULETTE WHEEL WHICH SPUN AT HER WILL AND her WHIM
THE first NIGHT SHE BECAME my “HER” AND i to be her “HIM”
A flicker WHEN A CASINO’S BRIGHT LIGHTS,
COMPARED TO THE BRIGHTNESS OF HER AURA,
WERE DEEMED TO DIM
BUT ALL TOO SOON That evening….
LIKE geriatric GERANIUMS ………GREW grim
AND I With SO VERY MUCH TO SAY
I with SUCH AND SUCH TO SAY
BUT TORMENT HAD TIED WELL MY TONGUE IN A KNOT OF NERVOUS TENSION
AND TOO MUCH ANGUISH for me TO POSSIBLY MENTION
As STOOD I SILENCED BY A SANCTIMONIOU SMILE
MUTED BY THE MAGIC OF A SEDUCTRESS GUIDED BY GUILE
I was FAR ToO WEAK TO SPEAK OF THE BLEEK
WHEN BEING MINUS MAGIC MANAGED TO MAKE A MUSCLED MAN MUCH TOO MEEK
Bearing the unbearable TWIXT TWAIN AND TWIGS on a trembling tree TO TWEAK
NAY, NOT I, THIS MAN who yet could not be coaxed to SPEAK
AND SO HE SANG THOSE WORDS WITH A SONG SUNG IN MY STATEMENT’S STEAD
HE SANG SOMETHING ABOUT SADNESS, SLUMBER AND A DESIRE FOR HIS EX-PARAMOUR TO Be BEGOTTEN DEAD
Well that’s what he sang
And that’s exactly what I would have sung
For a woman wherein my stars and hopes were hung
If memories of magic and the music of majestic grace had not been eroding my mind and DEGENERATING my head
Hell,
what he sang in his song so soulfully sung is substantially what i would have said
when my hope and lover both were declared dead
© 2013...copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee~