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A governess, a guardian of the young, so known and dear as to be called “Mother” and a noblewoman, just barely 12 by age, named Portia, sit talking as the sun sets the stage for a cool, cloudless night.
“Mother, who invented candlelight and the slow, delicate brush of lips?”
“Some rakish boy, pawning his experience for present pleasure, no doubt.”
“Say true, Mother. If you were a man, would you find this common body worthy of love?”
“You show no blemish child, and display a certain bony voluptuousness - I should think.”
The governess begins to comb and braid Portia’s hair for sleep.
“I saw Portincio this morning, in the courtyard.”
“The boy from Padua?”
“He’s a man Mother, and his cast portents a passion so sweet - it shakes my very frame.”
Mother chuckles, “Even hopeless birds sing in cages.”
“I am not hopeless!” Portia writhes angrily, like a snake about to strike but mother calms her.
“Shoo, shoo, now,” Mother purrs, brushing all the more gently, “I meant nothing of it.” After a moment, she continues, “Love is more than coquetry, little one, and it soon passes - like a parade, or a rash. For now, be happy, you are like the chaste stars - unreachable.”
Did someone just mention a nudie beach
Where inhibitions are thrown to the wind
Divesting oneself of the rules of society
Exposing our lily white skin
Where voluptuousness causes virile males
To babble incoherently and drool
Not to disparage the lesser endowed
But it's always been BIG BOOBIES RULE
Don't have to be large and well shaped orbs
Small and perky can still turn heads
A female's appeal has a very wide range
Must be upright and preferably not dead
As long as her body has all the main parts
In a relatively organized manner
It's quite immaterial to virile young males
When viewing with his built in scanner
© Jack Ellison 2013
#Her_unique_story
From a distance, my thoughts provoked, gazed in with deep mesmerization, saw only the fine linens God had embroiled her silky soft texture with, forgot that she too was human before all, so many stories her archive posses, I chose only to hear the tales which would make my heart twinkle,
but she had a story in particular, the uniqueness I have heard of, now honoring my presence, a unique story she carried, in all the soft edges of her voluptuousness, got lost in her voice, it was a question she asked but my ears consumed only melodies, a melting pot of my attention, liquidized before my eyes, after a while realized I was been spoken to, oh! Heaven have mercy,
a beautiful rose, her name recites, I heard rockets blowing out of my eardrums, after effects of her voice, so ***** I fell upon my knees, attacked by her attraction, felt and filled her presence with my magical touch, automated smiles running flawlessly on her facial, knew my codes, were granted access, indeed met a female dinosaur and she gave me a fire conversation,
her story broke, its a yesterday she had, chaining her to step any further from it, a smile turning sour, with one eye as a passing hose from her bleeding soul, filling her lenses, the mood dims, reaches some climax so up raptly, forced to provide tissue words,
a bond germinates, her story stirs hidden emotions, wondering why though, answers at no avail, some wind blows wisdom and understanding to my sense, and I say "if not you, who then?
Her story woke my silent demons, intrigue fills my heart, how so beautiful being goes through such, realised the beauty in her trauma, my art eye spots, all the drawing her yesterday contributed in making her the ornament I just can't get enough of,
pain indeed beautified her unique story, the freckles on her face, so perfectly placed, making her all uniqueness dazzling for the public to admire, a plain evidence that her story is unique, her unique story
#Poetic_Ink
ORCHARD OF FRIENDLY FRUITS
AVOCADO
No wonder it's not just a vegetable,
but also a fruit?
PINEAPPLE
To be so rough in
so much breath
and sweetness...
CHERRY Nuggets adorn the
sensuality at the table...
STAR FRUIT
OH MY GOD...! ONLY THOSE WHO TASTE IT WELL KNOW THE TASTE...
APRICOT
Solemn fruit of the
ephemerides...
FIG
Knowing nothing,
now, I remain silent...
GUAVA
Enjoyable fruit,
shamelessly
surrenders to pleasures...
SOURSOP
I don't even know why it doesn't
invade the markets
and play the viola... oh my gosh!
JABUTICABA (Brazilian Grape)
Without hesitation, the flavor
I always repeat... the desire
never ends...
JAMBO (Java Berry)
As good as the fruit, it's a red carpet
imitating the Kremlin that spreads on the sidewalk...
LEMON
So sour, it becomes a sweet voluptuousness... Lemonade...
ORANGE
In morning joy, its body lavishes... orange delight...!
WATERMELON (Watermelon) Natural refreshment that science tries to imitate but fails...
MANGO (Mango) Sweet taste of the breasts of the beloved woman...
APPLE (Apple) Natural sin that envelops men... impregnates women...!
STRAWBERRY
Strawberry forever...
TAMARIND
At its feet the poet
who was Augustus succumbed
while defending it...
GRAPE
Green is an omen,
truth... veritas
Purple is truth, it's wine...
celebration...!
Huntress
by Michael R. Burch
after Baudelaire
Lynx-eyed, cat-like and cruel, you creep
across a crevice dropping deep
into a dark and doomed domain.
Your claws are sheathed. You smile, insane.
Rain falls upon your path, and pain
pours down. Your paws are pierced. You pause
and heed the oft-lamented laws
which bid you not begin again
till night returns. You wail like wind,
the sighing of a soul for sin,
and give up hunting for a heart.
Till sunset falls again, depart,
though hate and hunger urge you?"On!"
Heed, hearts, your hope?the break of dawn.
Invitation to the Voyage
by Charles Baudelaire
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
My child, my sister,
Consider the rapture
Of living together!
To love at our leisure
Till the end of all pleasure,
Then in climes so alike you, to die!
The misty sunlight
Of these hazy skies
Charms my spirit:
So mysterious
Your treacherous eyes,
Shining through tears.
There, order and restraint redress
Opulence, voluptuousness.
Gleaming furniture
Burnished by the years
Would decorate our bedroom
Where the rarest flowers
Mingle their fragrances
With vague scents of amber.
The sumptuous ceilings,
The limpid mirrors,
The Oriental ornaments …
Everything would speak
To our secretive souls
In their own indigenous language.
There, order and restraint redress
Opulence, voluptuousness.
See, rocking on these channels:
The sleepy vessels
Whose vagabond dream
Is to satisfy
Your merest desire.
They come from the ends of the world:
These radiant suns
Illuminating fields,
Canals, the entire city,
In hyacinth and gold.
The world falls asleep
In their warming light.
There, order and restraint redress
Opulence, voluptuousness.
Originally published by Sonnetto Poesia
NOTE: This poem is about the way primal lust for sex can turn human beings into animals who toy with their prey, like cats with mice. It is not about any person in particular.
past retentiveness
absurdity would not last
you or me
idiosyncratic
riddles held not held
pain lurking
an obdurate innuendo
bonafide
talks uttered
not uttered by me
an acquaintance
whimsical bearing
I can witness
concurrently
a squandering
magnetism balanced
voluptuousness
blurred cipher
withstanding at the egress
nevermore ingress
taught apotheosized
in conundrum
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived. Poem inspired by Poet Brian Strand.
Written: February 12, 2022
1st place contest winner
A Strand (1073) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Duellem (The Duel)
by Charles Baudelaire
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Two combatants charged! Their fearsome swords
brightened the air with fiery sparks and blood.
Their clashing blades clinked odd serenades,
reminding us: youth's inspired by overloud love.
But now their blades lie broken, like our hearts!
Still, our savage teeth and talon-like fingernails
can do more damage than the deadliest sword
when lovers lash about with such natural flails.
In a deep ravine haunted by lynxes and panthers,
our heroes roll around in a cozy embrace,
leaving their blood to redden the colorless branches.
This abyss is pure hell; our friends occupy the place.
Come, let us roll likewise here, cruel Amazon,
let our hatred’s ardor NEVER be over and done!
Invitation to the Voyage
by Charles Baudelaire
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
My child, my sister,
Consider the rapture
Of living together!
To love at our leisure
Till the end of all pleasure,
Then in climes so alike you, to die!
The misty sunlight
Of these hazy skies
Charms my spirit:
So mysterious
Your treacherous eyes,
Shining through tears.
There, order and restraint redress
Opulence, voluptuousness.
Gleaming furniture
Burnished by the years
Would decorate our bedroom
Where the rarest flowers
Mingle their fragrances
With vague scents of amber.
The sumptuous ceilings,
The limpid mirrors,
The Oriental ornaments …
Everything would speak
To our secretive souls
In their own indigenous language.
There, order and restraint redress
Opulence, voluptuousness.
See, rocking on these channels:
The sleepy vessels
Whose vagabond dream
Is to satisfy
Your merest desire.
They come from the ends of the world:
These radiant suns
Illuminating fields,
Canals, the entire city,
In hyacinth and gold.
The world falls asleep
In their warming light.
There, order and restraint redress
Opulence, voluptuousness.
You were voluptuousness, innocent and pure,
the personification of beauty and pleasure.
And much like Aphrodite, the Greek Goddess of love,
you knew how to fuel the dreams and aspirations of men.
A vestal of promiscuity and femininity
your sexual attraction was undeniable,
and on that night, I instantly fell in love with you.
My throbbing heart started beating wildly,
and my pulse began to race.
I was in a place of euphoric bliss,
a magical dream filled with laughter and whispered wishes.
You took me to paradise, gave my soul wings,
and taught me to fly!
And ultimately soar
among angels in the realm of heaven.
I've never felt like this before
and shall never doubt love again.
There are no words to describe how you affect me,
all I can say is, I love you and always will.
Like the missing piece
of a puzzle,
you complete me and make me whole.
(Free Verse)
6/21/2018
Love in days circles us like a clock that walks backward toward us,
in the waking I fall asleep with eyes wide open in sleep,
I come to pour more wine in blood, to age old from the young I become,
I grow dizzy sober and fall upward toward the bottom of the deep sky.
You bury me in German heaven, a paradise ordered by living death,
tenderly feel my feelings after the sharpened feel of dulled jags,
and then wake me up dead again, to gaze at you prolonged in dawns of opaque longing,
all that I've seen one-eyed with both eyes too illuminated by blind.
Only a lordly apple stem without apple, suspended in pure void,
and a pigtail, girl, standing on end, that grows backward into your lost head,
the eternal death of your enormous pleasure, a sterile voluptuousness of living,
my fainted day that falls asleep in sleep to you, a stopped clock running furiously.
Love circles us frontally, hitting us full force with its absence,
I fall asleep awake and dream that I'm awake dreaming that I sleep awakened,
the wine in my blood boils cold and freezes boiling in burned veins,
I age anew toward youth, dizzy from the lucidity of sober drunkenness.
Sharpened feelings from so much jagged tenderness that cuts gently like a caress,
I gaze at you prolonged an eternal instant that extinguishes immediately forever,
the lordly stem floats regally without kingdom and without apple to lord over,
and the pigtail standing on end is a deformed crown that crowns your regal feet.
This is my English translation of "L'Invitation au voyage" ("Invitation to the Voyage") by the French poet Charles Baudelaire. It's a poem he wrote for his soulmate...
Invitation to the Voyage
by Charles Baudelaire
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
My child, my sister,
Consider the rapture
Of living together!
To love at our leisure
Till the end of all pleasure,
Then in climes so alike you, to die!
The misty sunlight
Of these hazy skies
Charms my spirit:
So mysterious
Your treacherous eyes,
Shining through tears.
There, order and restraint redress
Opulence, voluptuousness.
Gleaming furniture
Burnished by the years
Would decorate our bedroom
Where the rarest flowers
Mingle their fragrances
With vague scents of amber.
The sumptuous ceilings,
The limpid mirrors,
The Oriental ornaments …
Everything would speak
To our secretive souls
In their own indigenous language.
There, order and restraint redress
Opulence, voluptuousness.
See, rocking on these channels:
The sleepy vessels
Whose vagabond dream
Is to satisfy
Your merest desire.
They come from the ends of the world:
These radiant suns
Illuminating fields,
Canals, the entire city,
In hyacinth and gold.
The world falls asleep
In their warming light.
There, order and restraint redress
Opulence, voluptuousness.
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