TOUCH OF THE MYSTERIOUS-:-
absurdly
anonymous
attributes
realistically
rearranged
as a YARDSTICK
choosing
effect
purely
implicitly
worked
in FASCINATING OPTICAL
superficial
placed
pleasured
iconic
afterthought
Mom in teardrop
Memories on cheek
A moment in movie
Moving emotion
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I need those tearjerkers
I need to feel the past
Not merely leave it
All behind
My mom’s not in the ashes
She’s in my heart’s cache
Dreams and reality mix
A cross upon my mother’s chest
Have I left that room
I have room left for joy and sorrow
An elixir I drink during the holidays
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Dad’s legs move him
Once again in someone else’s car
He goes where he doesn’t want to
But he’s still glad to be with family
Is he still back in hospice
Waiting for Mom
To die
To kiss her one last time
To collect her rings
Which he pleasured to give her
When he proposed and married her
Did I tell you, he proposed on the railroad tracks?
It’s Christmas Eve
Time stops us in our tracks
A baby born, a Son executed, our hope
Our
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My mom’s middle name
With little in fame's reward
Each birth offsets.
Creative act's, pleasured in.
Parent's, poet's.
I'm in the Pursuit of Peace;
Elohim my Father's release;
I have a right to live;
Humanity mainly takes not give;
I live because of God in Christ;
Fundamental choices our rights;
Regardless of my race, sex, nationality;
Basic formidable fundamentally;
Freedoms to have my own spot on Earth;
No man deems my worth;
Equally to everyone protected;
From unequivocal mistreatment;
No matter who you are,
We are all children of God
Good or bad, rich, poor choices;
Are to be pleasured diverse verses;
~
Direct choices, divine grace surely hails;
Human rights and pursuit of peace avails;
Fire and Shadow of the Eternal Flame
(c) 2025 by the Entangled Pair
You make longing feel like poems
all soaked in sweat and truth
they flow out unashamedly
sometimes unkempt, uncouth
and as they flow somehow they show
the yearnings of our youth
I come to you as fire and shadow
filling you with pleasured pain
pulsing you to overflowing
striving to relieve the strain
dissolving all that is not us
'til only we remain
we peer behind us, blissfully
into that other worldly place
we feel the beat of our contentment
see the thing that knows our face
our questions answered by reply
'this flame may dim but never die'
The dark road of misery
led me to a more abhorrent realm of existence
when I succumbed to your disguise
before you abandoned my heart
in your pleasured dungeon of dreariness
where your veins flowed with emotionless blood
as you spoke your final words, cold, calculating
that fell upon my ears like a winter's rain
this landscape of illusion has become barren
where lips once pressed the flesh of our desires
to claim my soul...now
has turned to vile contempt
for the lifeless bouquets from a garden of promises
I feel the sting of poison pump through each heartbeat
as I wander in a lonely black silence
towards a Bastone of bitter bile
where my heart awaits its fate
of cupped hands clinging to my face like talons
as I crumble to my knees...abandon
in a dark and desolate sob-filled tomorrow
As the night creeps slowly on,
deep thoughts drift to your sweet kiss.
How it takes me to warm Paradise,
my body tingles in tender bliss.
I’m frozen in that moment,
floating on desire’s cloud.
Soft sighs echo in my lonely soul,
lifting the veil of this loveless shroud.
I long to be in that place
where we are alone all night,
on a big rug by a roaring fire
where love rules and everything is right.
I remember your laughter;
the gleam in your sexy eyes.
The candle flames seem to dance in time
to our body moves and pleasured cries.
Passion filled our spirits full
as all longings were fulfilled.
Every sensual feeling released
while love’s enchanted hearts were thrilled.
I sit with my glass of wine
in front of a raging fire.
Without your love there is a great void,
to my lonely bed I shall retire.
At least there I may find you
in one of those alluring dreams.
Drifting slowly, searching for your touch
that makes love feel as close as it seems.
desultery
make-believe
festooned
in
patterns
of
.pleasured
opulence
a
cornucopia
of
hedonist
innovation
flourishing
interludes
of seismic
seranades
embracing
sumptious
magnificence
AN OPEN FORM uses spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,& relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input &respond in a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood thus is inherently variable.
Behold the sun
and all its authority,
great manufacture
of God
behold God’s man
and all his impurity
prototype written on
fluid stone – the earth,
its belly of churning,
belching~ dis-pleasured
groan….
Words
Weaving
The letter
With the heart speech
On the leaves of leaves
No ink is pleasured scar
It writes the living desires
Thus an epoch makes the soul tale
No letter can expire without roots
Words find out the blood of eternity
©Mahtab Bangalee
Why is it that kindness,
like integrity,
is both free
and freeing?
And meanness,
like Supremacy,
is too expensive
and frightening?
Yet
I often do not feel free
to choose healing passions
and pleasures,
Earth's sacred dancing choice
While pursued by overpowering lack
of wise wealthy light
ego singing
bright love's cooperative rejoice
Inside curiously echoing
compassion's pleasured voice.
"Bahebuk awi ya habibi," as I leaned toward his face.
"Bahebik awi ya habibti," he said as he set the pace.
He pleasured me all night until he was red in the face.
When he speaks
transparently
he feels co-passionate
as long as s/he appears
to vulnerably listen
Without Me v We risks
of retributive judgment,
body shaming
and mind blaming,
when he aims
to restore healthy cultures
and wealthy climates of peace
through win/win reassessment
Which may be why
music feels safer to sing
resonantly
when compassionate audiences dance
engaging pleasure's peak resilience
Co-empathic brilliance
of CommonSensed communion rituals
Wealth-enlightened minds
empowering health-embodied love stories
NaturalRoot/SpiritualCrown
wisdom recirculations
as old as
universal salvation
Anthro-passion cultures
unfolding/refolding
unitarian co-redemptive
Earth-pleasured body climates,
wealthy mindful singing
performance Now
within healthy bodies dancing
co-engagement Here
Receiving in
light's notations
while thrusting out
power's most sacred
invocations.
small forest
The small forest or the woods by the white road
made of crushed sea-shells, was a place of enchantment
Squirrels played here and had no fear of lone dreamers
stumbling over oak roots.
I used to walk there when cows had
been milked, fed
and the mucking out was done,
fresh strew strewn
in stalls, and the barn had contented animals
I could do so many things in the forest, be an Indian or
take out my pocket phonographic book,
the milkmaid
gave me and masturbated.
especially drawn to pictures of cunnilingus women
seemed to enjoy this form of sex, I was horrified when
told this was not a manly act, ye the pleasured faces
stayed on my mind.
A year later, I drove to the forest
it was a private estate
high walls and posh villas, but the squirrels had gone
I laughed out laud
The good people in the villas will never know my secrets
here, where I dedicated and trained for a hearty sex life to come.
An edited version of my book: The Collected Work, of
Poetry, Vignettes, Humor and Political Statements
When one succeeds
Then your vanity pleasured
Through words and deeds
Your humanity measured
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