Short Attar Poems

The
Ardent
Dilection
Oozes from the
Bloody heart chamber
With rose petals attar
True love stories quintessence 
With plethora innervation
As an invisible arrow darts
Two souls with a feverish sentiment









4-11-2016...

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A wider landscape I see beyond;
It beckons to me from afar.
The land has a kaleidoscope dawn
And many wonders that lay beyond.
Run your hands over its grasses blonde;
Catch a whiff of its sacred rose attar.
To a kinder landscape I go beyond;
Someday it will beckon no more....

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It's a bloody mess,
murder most kind,
the kind that does not kill.
Desires clawed within rib cages
or delved into tender marrows.

You get used to it, want it,
it keeps you alive
the way some poisonous medicine will.

Some love poetry
becomes the aromatic attar
of a perfect rose,
while others end in greasy stains
over wilting ego’s,

from a thousand miles away
both are worth it....

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Tremulously as in a dream
I forget my place.
I wander the night air
    the smell of attar.
I reach the bottom gradation
The hill of my life thereupon.
Black sax notes the air
Feelings; crash; symbols. 
Needle eyes, tortured bones.
Over head;
    fire and ice,
    radio lies; and sigh.
The anathema won't take long now.
Children with life burning in their souls.
Somewhere, there is joy
    also there is weeping....

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The tang of the vital body
scents an inner sky
the fleshy funk
as it surfaces to be perceived.

Aromas; the perfumed stench
of the incarnate
so like a flowering orchid
its thick leafed presence 
overwhelming, its delicate enticements
an allure chained to an image
that blooms into sex.

The pervading smell of memory
the attar of the rose,
the delicate fragrance of enticement
all a waft toward corruption
where death plants its roots
deep into the blossom....

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R-ed, elegant and beautiful, 
O-ne which perfumes the air; 
S-mell or scent that carries
E-xcitement from the flower.

C-omplete and lasting redolence
H-as brought pure pleasure; 
A-nother attar attracts one, 
V-ery sweet, she lessens pressure.
E-cstasy of the flower  in June is coupled with rapture; 
Z-one of bleeding wounds will heal through the nature.

T-hird day of June morn, 
A-roma makes one happy; 
G-reat fragrance causes mirth, 
L-ovely rose brings
E-cstasy....

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Many are the sweet things in life
most though do come with a sting
sugar cane so sweet and lovely
yet it will slice you wide open

The bitter sweetness of young love
that often breaks some hearts
Birth of your first child so sweet
yet their cuts and scraps hurt you

The sweetest attar of roses
a tear shred from its thorns
that wickedly draws blood
as you pluck it from the bush

It seems that for all sweet
for each you must pay a price
a reminder that sweet things sting
in ways you do not expect...

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