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This is an ancient land lapped by two seas in the south,
girdled by mountains the highest on the earth.
Many mighty rivers flow across this fertile land,
monsoon rains wash the land where I took my birth.
An eon old civilization grew in west flank,
permeated the native race of the land.
They assimilated flux of foreign invasion,
made country’s diversity a unique brand.
Steeped in Vedic culture and the karmic way of life,
takes pride in the invention of the zero.
In midst of medley of custom, language and belief
modern times are now coming at a pace slow.
Time will come when the nation will take its rightful place
in the world stage regaining its lost aura.
Glorious sun of eminence will rise in the east,
shine on future of my country India.
August 24, 2018
(Form used in the poem is Doha which is a
Hindi form of self-contained couplet in which
each 24 syllable line is split into two unequal
parts of 13 and 11 syllables)
We're now into early evening knowing our knowing
As I watch her glide across the cool marble floor
Graceful steps with her summery dress flowing
It's so easy to fall in love with she whom I adore
Moments later I hear her voice from the shower
I'm being beckoned to offer my manly hands
Now witnessing such curvaceous pulling power
Steamy windows steamier, manned hands planned
On exit, robed, as we caper amidst evenings warm
Flirtatiousness abounds heightening our knowing
I reach, grasp, caught, once robed, now naked adorn
See through my eyes to what they're now seeing
In slow motion fall, cool cotton sheets in receive
Shapely curves beckon I as our eyes meet to seek
In silent approach our hungered knowings plea
Voiced torso's to meet greet seek 'n' lovingly speak
Entwined we bind our souls grasped palms clasp
Thronging rhythmic rhythms are we, Palawan reaches
In moonlight caress, we're blessed, whilst zest rests
Bedded we lie, ties, sighs, with loves peached, teaches.
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Written and concluded June 26th 2020.
Let me begin by saying that I'm so very sorry
but if I don't kill you, you're going to kill me.
I wish there was another way but no other solution will come to me.
If I Don't Kill You, You're Going To Kill Me.
Through out great and joyous times as well as those of misery
you were never very far. You were always there for me.
Through out my years of tears and fears you were always there to comfort me,
but what else can I do? If I don't kill you you're definitely going to kill me.
If it helps I'll be merciful and kill you very quickly
despite the fact that you would act much less merciful than me.
I've known others who have grown close to you as you have grown close to me.
Many of them died slow lingering deaths. Many pleaded, "Pull the plug on me."
I haven't any reason to not believe that you will kill me any differently,
so you see there's only one thing left for me to do.
I must kill you before you get to kill me.
I've always seen you as a loyal friend until the reality occurred to me
that you're not my friend at all.
You're a parasite, and your host among many others also happens to be me.
You thrive and survive by destroying those who choose to welcome you into their lives.
Everyone you grow close to always gets short changed and tragically, most painfully dies.
You've taken loved ones from me and from others as well.
You've destroyed loving families making their lives a living hell.
You deceived all of us into believing that you could be a helpful friend.
You've taken so much from so many. This madness must now end.
I welcomed you into my life and that's something that I'll always regret.
WITH THESE WORDS I NOW KILL YOU:
"I've Smoked My Last Cigarette"
In Loving Memory
Of They You Took From Me.
First you smoke, then you choke
and then in time you will most probably have a stroke and
then after a few amputations,
and some major operations,
you will finally,
most painfully,
croak.
Need anymore reasons to stop? Here's some:
Go here to continue for You Don't Always Die From Tobacco
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zuh2w2sFRMI
The meadow looked green and lush
the memory of old feet
Passing this way
Sometimes hurried, sometimes slow
making soft imprints
On the memory of time.
The rocking chair
Rocked back and forth
The memory of gentle hands
With needle work in hands
Sometimes hurried, sometimes slow
Making soft imprints
On the hard floor below.
The tender warm hug
In time of pain and sadness
The memory of everloving bosom
With white lace all around
Sometimes hurried, sometimes slow
Making soft imprints
On the life of a child.
The dark black casket
Covered with Jasmine and Roses
The memory of that serene face
Peace all around
Sometimes hurried, sometimes slow
Making soft imprints
On this beautiful world.
Dedicated to my maternal grandmother
Form:
Gas station snacks piled in the free seat,
windows half-cracked to catch onrushing air,
velocity cools the day’s outer heat,
blowing around my girlfriend’s auburn hair.
Avoid dull highways, take the scenic route,
the country unfolds, villages and farms,
small valleys and hillsides I never knew,
each mile with its unique mood and charms.
Listen to old rock, then outlaw country,
stopping for views, or old buildings preserved,
maybe a state park with something to see,
or roadside diners where pancakes are served.
Compared to an airplane, it may seem slow,
but roamers like me love the open road.
Few things are as annoying as standing in line
Queues and waiting can be an ordeal for even the most patient
Always choose "the wrong line"
Some use courtesy that seems slick and superficial
We see bad queue culture at the store every day
It quickly becomes chaos during rush hour
when we are going home from work
Everybody going home
Impatience gives tightening in the chest
A wave of irritation and blood pressure rises
A reminder, must do an errand at the pharmacy
A queue number must be drawn
Can you imagine the lack of harmony
Be patient and let time take care
So slow down and appreciate the little things
02.02.2016
A-L Andresen :)
Don’t even try to woo me
I can resist you
My mind is fortified
Reason screams reasons to be careful
Caution goes off in flares
My mind is alert
Aware
I can resist you
Oh, but my body
My body plays traitor...
My eyes adore you….
they take in every detail
of your face
your body
every contour and muscle
every masculine trait of virility
Your lips…my eyes linger on your lips
And make love to them……
My eyes speak surrender
My hands tremble
and give me away
I clasp them together…tight
knuckles white
For in another minute
they would escape and seek sanctuary on your body
Caressing your cheeks, your chin
they would travel down your neck
feeling the protruding strength as you swallow
they would take ecstatic trips across the expanse of your chest
Finally moving around your waist to pull you in
My teeth bite my lips
in an effort to keep my tongue imprisoned
for it longs to be unleashed
to run along the lines of your face
to slide on your lips...wetting them with want
making them part
so that it can dip inside your mouth and play
to lose its way
all over your body
I can resist you
My mind is fighting valiantly
to keep my body in check
Oh, but I feel damp desire spread
in the heat of your presence
As you move closer
Looking down into my eyes
I exhale the pent up emotions
brought on by the ripples of anticipation
longing for a touch
that I want so much
and my body's ablaze
this passion craze
Floods my face
rosy red
I can’t look away
and you smile
a warm slow smile
You smile
knowing the battle of mind over body
is about to end
my body will yield
submit in surrender
because your fierce made me tender
And so with the confidence and grace
of a seasoned soldier
you move in for the kill
agile with thrill
you hand tilts my chin up
and your mouth covers mine
smothering the words of protest
the mind has sent as last minute backup
you hold me up
crushed against your enveloping body
as I collapse into your arms
My mind?
prisoner of war
gagged and bound
empty of thought
ravaged by sensations
As you work your way
to your final victory claim
Knowing as you do
That you
Are
irresistible
to
ME
Eileen Manassian
Voice
The pain slowly drips down the walls
I stare, I remember, the horror of it all
Fast, slow, the pulse variates to move
From nothing, that I have to ‘prove’
Your actions speak every single day
As they have since the past, I put away
You say you don’t care if you go …
--- To that other place ---
Oh, how I remember your blank face
Your conscience left you so long ago
I’m not sure when, but I witnessed, I know
You’ve hurt so many people, on this long road
If you’re reading this, there is no code
For you know what I mean, every word I say
This ‘voice’ you will never, ever take away!
Heidi Sands
7/24/17
A
Small
YACHT
SAILING
In the wide
Ocean, sails
free, flapping
In the sea breeze
Inching forward slow
For catching tons of fish
Wind propelling
Three men travelling on the yacht, letting the sea breeze hit their faces
Facing the sun, they forge ahead, toiling to keep the yacht afloat
Fishing over, they turn towards home in their small yacht
15th February 2023
A slow red sun cut through the soft gray sky,
To warm my eyes with layered painted light.
Birds shadows glide on the wind's goodbye.
Their fragile wings carry them from the night.
Day's end changes coats as night creatures sing,
To bring harmonies to the ear's delight.
Night's dim stars appear like an uncoiled string.
The dark cloth of time envelops twilight,
To end the sunlight's quiet turning spool,
As I watch in awe of this changing scene,
I find my silent presence minuscule,
Only my whispered thanks will intervene.
This moonlit cathedral with rising face,
Has ended this day, it has been replaced.
written 12/4/14