Long Tamarisk Poems

Volga – 4

to the homoeopathy phial
standing on the traffic-island 
why it appears 
within her womb
the number of germinated nights
stolen without a kiss
is too little

is then it true 
if all the chanting of Harinam
can’t be withdrawn...

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observing the ardent eagerness of the wind 
it is clearly understood 
that nascent pollens are overflowing 
the niche of her heart  

in response to the signals of the river 
she keeps on ringing...

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Phobia? Irrational?
When was that the case?
Empire, art thou factional?
Fractioned by the chase?

Satisfaction? Where to find?
Thousand-faced, age-lined?
Freedom lurking in thy mind?
How the dark sun shined...

Vehicles, flutter about!
Effect what ye can!
Ailing aged, random rout?
O for, fate of...

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Soon, O toil? Take, tamarisk?
Athlete, hurl disc!
Flickering fog in fine-kept frisk!
Blessings in the brisk!

Amiable heaven, hell:
What to do about?
Blood congeal and ichor gel!
Set fire to the spout!

Yes, indeed. And human need?
We don't share their greed?
Apostate,...

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O emptiness of space, thy harpsichords. Whole?
Panels out of place, looking-glasses smashed.
Bitter winds, thy frost. Sickness, dole, O soul.
Chaffy grain beneath the tired thresher slashed.
Turmoil, tamarisk tree. Toil? Thunderbolt.
Hated are the days of life gone...

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Axion, gone actual?
Energy low? Mass?
Sing within us all, moon full!
Shine in colored casse...

Opopanax, gears a-grim?
Young people these days!
Teeter on the crater's rim?
Success always pays.

Tamarisk tree, waking up.
Dreams from this one fly!
Covenant of drinking cup?
Do not...

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Nile beams as proud Mother of the land, 
it's benefactory, gland.
Rushes to tend, to lend her foster 
fauceted facet of hand-maidening 
brand of bands in bend.
Oasic endow'n.
Matriarch, life blood gives, with arch of brow,
busy busy...

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Last night no pyre the land was; no tamarisk tree wood that’s
No wooden forest there was where cold night was silky silent
Inside of pumpkins there’re lightening the insightful candles
Left souls there were waiting for welcome...

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FLIGHTS OF FANCY PHRASIS 2
Lady’s mantle with butcher’s broom
dwarf cornel cotton grass so thin,
yellow travellers joy,with buttercup
on sunspurged ,petty whin.
Creeping jenny over silverweed
groundsel& cudweed,balm,rockrose 
and agromony with thistle prickly green.
Good King Henry,goose fat red and...

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before going to bed it is to be checked thoroughly 
if there lays any carbon-paper under the bed-cover 

now-a-days some upstart pelicans become so 
disobedient it can not be assured if they come 
to know...

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