fearing to lose an object of desire ~
we fret, frown and worry until we tire
it's in the way you look at me
a look that borders on eternity
i bask in being your object of desire
beneath a moon that dangles by a wire
in our world valentine's day is every day
loving to get pampered in every way
beyond the words beyond the touch
i'm feeling blessed to have so much
each time i catch a glimpse of my reflection
i realize my smile does wonders for my complexion
i never wonder what i'll wear to any fashion show
i strut the glitter in my eyes and permanence of afterglow
AP: 3rd place 2025
My greatest wish is to be your object of desire, my beloved
Drugs come in all shapes and sizes
But the essence is the same
Providing a something we feel lacking;
A hit of pleasure and fulfillment
In instant gratification.
The problem then becomes one
Of cascading cause and effect
As the short cut route
Undermines self-esteem
As we know in our hearts
We are a thief, living a lie.
The drug expresses in the extreme
This paradox of being and desire
Giving us what we want, but leaving us empty;
Widening the lack we started with
Until it is a moat filled with only self-loathing.
The wisdom to be learned
Is always a matter of perspective.
The soul after all
Yearns to be a master not a slave,
And that which is beyond grasp
Is by definition unable to be bound.
This is the perspective we need to be free.
Perhaps emptiness is just a given
And our desire to fill it it’s natural expression,
And in our confusion we mistake
The object of desire with its fulfillment.
We may live a lifetime
Thinking we are attached to the nouns of our existence
All the people, places and things we know and love
When we are really just attached to living.
(12/17/24)
an object of desire
flies by like a comet
so close and yet so far
it is but the playfulness
of cosmic consciousness
inviting us to tango dance
do we perspire
or do we conspire
it’s up to us
29-May-2023
Dance to the depths delight
Swirling in sun blue light
Pick then the perfect line
On point as in Ondine
Twirl and fall to this far
So know now who you are
Lone in waves once content
To life's lyrics well spent
Your song sounding still right
Wet whirls glow in the night
couplet 10 lines 53 words
11/13/22
Ondine is a ballet play
about a water nymph who
is the object of desire
of a young prince
Color pencil illustration
by G. Gaul
clutching shadows
fear burrows deep
soul knows, we don’t
26-February-2022
I need a newer, bigger, better, object of desire.
My friend has purchased just the thing and really stoked the fire.
I’ll work another shift to find the money it will cost.
And never give a single thought to memories I have lost.
But for a moment caught in time, I’ll have the very best.
Look down upon my peers below me, scrambling and stressed.
It looks so grand just sitting there, my friends all ah and ooh
I’m quite ashamed to say I've not a clue what it will do.
if granted a boon
to have object of desire
seeking nothing else
holding thus our attention ...
fickle proves our devotion
13-May-2021
viewing an object of desire
immersion in materiality
losing ourself therein
slave to the senses
lustful passions rising
our thirst keeps deepening
correspondent to indulgence
poised yet as an animated thought
heart awaiting actual fulfilment
wherefrom we gradually shift
our attention into the void
smiling at the descent
of consciousness
self serving
looking within
through foggy vision
mind offers specious logic
to placate our feel good factor
in alignment with our belief system
that we may carelessly dismiss
the root cause of ego craving
as deep dark delusion
owing to our stupor
stagnating in mind body
at Guna Tamas and Rajas
self blocking the Satva impulse
call of love divine in our heart
beckoning us in earnest
to meld head therein
in tranquil bliss
no judgment
rather recognition
of what is as is within
rising and ebbing emotions
having roots in our lower mind
which we then simply transmute
by allowing divine magnetism
to gently steer energies
into pathways of love
ever present within
our glowing heart
03-February-2021
I dream
Not because I need
The object of desire
I dream
Because the dream itself
Makes today more livable
The oldies blog
I know of a writer/poet who has dedicated
His blog to old age, being considerably older
then him, I think he is on the wrong track.
To write about a poet who couldn`t find his
Specs, his wife saw them in the freezer beside
The ice-cream is chuckling, but overall people
Don`t want to know about infirmity.
To write down what happens to an old person
On an everyday basis is not what young
Readers care about, say farting and trouble
With peeing, they want to hear about love and
The falling of love and the heartache it brings.
To see the object of desire talking to other men
The jealousy that gnaws holes in their heart
Old men should sit on a park bench, play cards,
Domino which is suitable for them but leaves
The rest to the young poetry belongs to them-
chasing after something
unattainable never leads
to any were at all that one
would like to go
chasing after some external
object of desire in order to try
and attain internal happiness is
the wrong way to go
chasing external forces
leads to internal sadness
when one does not in the end
obtain the object of their chase
Are you looking for someone to inspire?
Do you fancy being one’s object of desire?
Do you want to be the spark that sets my world on fire?
In other words, would you like to be my Muse?
There’s a vacancy on my pedestal
For someone more divine than terrestrial;
Or someone like you—almost celestial.
How about it—would you like to be my Muse?
Chorus
You could be the entity that brings out my creativity,
Give nuance and subtlety to the rhymes in my poetry,
And bridge my melody with polyphonic harmony.
You could light the fuse that sparks my art with tints and hues.
Together we could never lose… if you’d only be my Muse.
In return for being my inspiration
You’ll have my devotion and veneration,
And be named in all my dedications.
If you’d be my beloved Muse.
She's a down to earth angel, with a heavenly grace...
She has a big heart, that is full of space...
She is the chase that keeps you on pace...
She's more than you could ever want,
Because she's more than just a face!
She earns your respect, right from the start,
Because she is always ready to play her part...
She makes you think twice, because she is smart...
The object of desire,
Because of the fire in her heart!
She is the object of all your desires,
And a look inside of her soul is required...
She is the spark that lights the fire,
Because she has a smile
That would make the sun retire!
Her most attractive quality is between her ears,
Because she is wise beyond her years...
Her mind makes her more beautiful than her peers...
She inspires a thousand words,
Because she deserves the praise and the cheers!
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