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The beauty of passion
In a poisonous fashion
Attention feels rationed
It’s a fatal attraction
Ravenous biting
A scandalous whisper
Addicted to fighting
With Lady Love’s sister
A burning temptation
An aching sensation
You lose all orientation
When she’s on rotation
She makes you melt
Can’t take the heat
Best lips you’ve felt
They taste so sweet
Perception is cloudy
Her lips turn pouty
Her touch is inviting
She keeps things exciting
She sneaks up from behind
Takes control of your mind
She’ll rob your heart blind
And keep you confined
She’s the primal urge
The desire to merge
To be skin to skin
It’s the sweetest sin
She’s love without trust
Pure chaos that’s unjust
Push her away if you must
Or keep dancing with Lady Lust
**Whispers of the Heart**
In the quiet corners of our shared existence,
Where time slows and the world fades away,
I weave these words—a tapestry of affection,
A love poem meant for you, my dearest muse.
**I. First Glance**
Remember that moment when our eyes collided,
A cosmic collision of souls across a crowded room?
Your smile, a sunburst breaking through clouds,
And my heart, a fluttering bird finding its tune.
**II. Conversations Like Constellations**
Our words danced like fireflies in twilight,
Each sentence a star illuminating the night,
We painted galaxies with laughter and secrets,
And etched promises into the fabric of light.
**III. Fingers Intertwined**
Your touch—a soft breeze on a summer day,
Fingers entwined, mapping constellations,
Skin against skin, a language beyond words,
Our love story etched in delicate vibrations.
**IV. Rain-Kissed Moments**
Do you recall that rainy afternoon we shared?
Umbrellas forgotten, we danced in the downpour,
Raindrops kissed our cheeks, laughter echoed,
And love bloomed like wildflowers by the shore.
**V. Moonlit Promises**
Under moon's silver gaze, we made vows,
Promises whispered in the language of stars,
To be each other's shelter in life's tempests,
And to find solace in the quiet spaces between.
**VI. Forever's Horizon**
As seasons waltz and years weave their tale,
Our love remains—an uncharted constellation,
Guiding us through life's vast expanse,
Toward a horizon where eternity awaits.
So let our hearts be the ink, our souls the parchment,
And may this love poem echo through time,
For you are my forever, my sweetest serenade,
In this symphony of moments, our love will climb.
Bio,
mature, sincere, loving, and respectful,
Son of Brijnandan Prasad and Muni Devi,
Lover of natural beauty, beautiful wife, beautiful children and grandchildren,
Have deep loneliness for heavenly departed wife, find solace in the beauty of nature, passion for helping less fortunate people,
Apparently, no one fears me, May be burglars who don’t dare to victimize me, May be scammers who try to cheat me every day.
Love to travel and see European Countries & African Safary in native countries, Art and painting shows, My relatives in India,
Castro Valley, California,
Narain
Seeing my daughters, son, their spouses give me the sweetest beat,
Grandchildren bring joy and cheer to my aging heart, so neat,
Nothing more precious than those who are my own in this life,
Good friends overshadow earthly possessions, easing strife.
"The Other Ocean'
She’s on the other side
On another Ocean
The colour in the light
Hides the burning
fire in her eyes
She’s slowly falling into line
Clock keeping time
Days bleed into empty pages
failing Blank Verse Rhyme
Sugar from her lips
her song becomes
her sweetest crime
On another Ocean
She sings her story
with such addiction
such syrupy devotion
no idle victory
just pure
innocent emotion
Her loneliness cries
Deepest Bluest TRUTH
radical,
hot coal commotion
King Marlin
jumps high
in his other Ocean
Puts down his sword
he’s swimming somewhere
out of time with
other hearts imploding
white horses capped frozen
on another ocean
Her heart’s cut
out of time
needs metronome
with his blue reprise song
his opus, takes this,
her Love’s bleeding opium
his immolation
snow falling
on another Ocean
someone waiting for you
in your boat
on another Ocean
The morning
arrives too soon
on another Ocean
lying in her boat
a distant wave
she is waving
she is drowning
On another Ocean
Rocking boat
on another ocean
Runs her fingers
in her ocean
dreaming she’s
in your Ocean
She’s on the other side
In another Ocean
(Lovejoy-Burton/2018, Jan / Lyrics)
1. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f77SKdyn-1Y
2. José González - Veneer
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v80KTAmltC0
The sun shines again for he smiles dreaming.
The indeterminable day no longer flees or hides
for its end is sought, as is its beginning
as I lay beside him in love seeming.
Though at peace, confusion’s thoughts abide
waiting there as laggard servants shying
scolded by the Mistress Aphrodite
his form akin to Lord Ares lying.
Now, Want must find a different dwelling
and Need must now within my heart reside
for oh love, sweet love, has come a calling
on the wings of Eros it did arrive.
For he smiles and joy of sweetest joy, I cry.
to stay forever in his arms, I’ll try.
Poet: D. Guzzi
6/14/11
Now the morning whispers quiet to a hush,
among the memories you’ve left behind.
Word-tangled no more, the heart-song will rush
along love’s veins and avenues to find
a speechless island in infinity.
Uncaptured at last, your selves’ affinity
with quicksilver and evening and change
will sit serenely apart from portraits
and mirrors. And so I depart from the form
and frame, leave behind the artful tapestry,
however classical and apt,
because it cannot contain,
nor can it impart
no words I write
can sing or tell
the sweetest
song of
you
Christopher M. Swan, "Song of Susan," 2008
Only yesterday
our world was whole, unbroken
now only echoes
mock laughter in hollow rooms
reeking of spent candle smoke
Memories don't die
they bloom in night's quietude
spiraling from dust
as petals sorrow-scented
you cannot see, smell or touch
The sweetest daydreams
stitch joy into rags of loss
undone, rewoven
they yearn for a tomorrow
built from shadows of the past
Yesterday haunts us
ghost-like in a gentle mask
it cannot discard
for time cannot be unwound
until we grieve its outcome
Nostalgia writes lines
for bitter songs cued to play
songs of deja vu
whether we like it or not
summoned from our broken past
Seems like yesterday,
the lantern was fluttering
echoes lingering
as dusk folded over us
to reset the clock's cold hands
In the colors of laughter, leaves
Vibrant, dancing, rustling
Joyous and graceful, hurried
Blowing through the still of autumn,
Writing stories of light,
Falling so the world seems so right…
In the colors of music, playing
Energetic, pulsating, rhythmic
Gentle as the stars, glistening
Pouring out smiles
Where dazzling dreams fade,
Stirring the winds of fate…
In the colors of a shadow, sheltered
Animated, awake, radiant,
Still as a flame, burning prayers
In left over hearts, so amazed
By the gestures of a night
Penetrating souls with such power…
In colors of peace, serenity
Glowing, vivid, excited,
Willing to remember, nostalgic
As the semblance of a life,
Blessed by the stars, evoking
Stolen thoughts – sweetest calm…
In colors of hesitant leaves,
Burgundy, rust, richest gold
Raining through the silence, breathless
Risking the quiet, seeking
To defend the spirit who lives
In the whispers of autumn, the wind…
In colors of autumn, trees
Taunted by the music of gusts,
Blowing across the soul
Who knows God’s love, it colors
Everyone in a brilliant glow,
Blessings who seek the tranquil…
In colors of autumn, twisting
Turning, rising and deciding
Whatever comes, God’s the One
Who settles the griefs,
Who silences the trees,
Teaches us to believe… even though we don’t see…
Beyond the sighs of autumn’s leaves,
Beyond the forests, through the trees,
Where we fall to our knees,
Praying, praising, seeking the peace
That comes to the soul who simply believes,
The soul who believes – in the Creator’s genius!
I see girls send each other cards and cake,
Condolences or hugs, the sweetest rhymes,
Given as free as breath, to share or take,
True friendship’s memories of happy times.
How much is meant or lied I cannot guess,
But when men wish for kisses, ears to hear
Our dreams and heal our grief with tenderness,
We fail in finding ways to bring us near.
I see girls send each other cards and cake,
Men don’t. The very most that men will do
Is mock or give strong words. It’s our mistake
To hope the same old ways may bring us through.
Men still believe in strength, coping alone,
Deluded that a heart is made of stone.
Often in the least expected
A moment, breathed
by the softest sunset, the melody
rhythms of a prayer at twilight,
wonders inspired,
quietly harmonizing with the songs
lovely stories written by hearts
who hear the psalms
verses revealed by birds in flight,
fluttering poems,
hearts opened by grandma’s biscuits,
chestnuts bowed low
on a October afternoon,
sweet silence beneath the glorious rhythm
of rain showers, blessings
crying out gentle tales,
beneath the bravest skies
eyes glistening, tears from the oaks
and pines who weep with leaves
in softest green, buttery sunlight
trembling with reflections
what it means to believe in yesterday
before the graves were filled
before the nights were cold
before the stars grew dim
before the memories wept
tears who reveal what it means to agree
even the heart’s sweetest memories
can be soaked in grief.