Short Sandalwood Poems

carefully folded
she scrubs floors with tattered rags ~
sandalwood smolders

slave to his passions ~ 
beneath her silken sari
burning hatred grows...

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Pete Seeger flower child sandalwood Frank "Incensed" Myrrh, TH
versus
Pistol Pete, not the ball player
personally, was rooting for Pete
Pete lost
happened in a boat
rover and rover repeat...

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Arunansu

your name is a river running
smoothly through deep wooded rifts

your poems are little paper boats
carrying a candle of sandalwood and beeswax

upon the night tree's ancient branch
a black panther watches...

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Memories of Moses and the Burning Bush
jet into my mind,
as everywhere around me is filled with amber
of fallen leaves and canopies. It feels as though
I'm engulfed into a cold, still fire,
that smells of sandalwood, cider
and serenity.......

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A
sigh
summer
stars shiver
in fear on coldest
night as voices echo in bleak
emptiness looking for refuge as birds congregate
in hush sandalwood violating hourly the dawning of flight in white lace of light

1/19/2024...

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Sh!......



She slipped into silky, satin sheets.
Sassy, sexy, and seductive.
Scent of sandalwood, so sassy.
Sedona sleeps, in streams of silence.
Seductive, silver is her silent soul.
Serenity, in the sands of seconds!


                     3~11~2022...

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In my wedding night
                                     My bride waits sandalwood smell
                                                 Girls are curious
                                             Collyrium eyes glisten 
                                       The moths sit on burning lights...

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in your in
no cence
you seem
to be non
chalant
while i
don't 
make
any
sense

though i've
often seen
you burning
sandalwood
inscence 
smelling the
meditation
medication
peacefully
being one

with
your
self
but
i am
a self
ish man
even just
by saying
these words

i am...

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Your silken skin, trembling to the touch
A scent of sandalwood, wafts as to soar
Your pant, accentual-syllabic verse
Beat ever faster, no ration of time

Awkward moments as two become one
An everlasting symphony of fire
Quenched, after the crescendo of the night
Descending from a dream all in my mind...

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the odour of death
breaking bones skeleton
burning skin roasted flesh
in the sandalwood fire unseen
in the damp air of sorrow they sob
cry some socialise discussing markets
rain through the sun drizzle my tears
dressing in white to join they prepare me
cleaning up the edges of sins to jump in the pyre...

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Incense mists rise from
the beautifully decorated altar
bowls of prasadam
bananas, apples, bright oranges
offered at Your Lotus Feet
Vedic hymns
hypnotic, chants flood
the prayer room
I gaze through the smoke and fog
my eyes tightly shut
sound asleep
feels like aeons
how I pray to awaken
at long last...

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Shoes

Support me on heavy sunken soil

Sanctify my journey’s secret solace

Save me from blistered scarred sorrow

Show my give and take in solemn stride

Sound the creaks and creeks of soft sojourn

Stipulate lunar sun-crested salvation on that

Shoestring of love passion sandalwood serenity

24th August 2016...

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heart pierced by
the intensity of your eyes
the depth of your soul
wasteland of love
fold your knife
let us unite
your hair
aroma of virgin
coconut oil
and sandalwood
thick and curly
fold your knife now
let us be one
break your roots
forgive the past
your lips twisting
meat of pink
fold your knife 
let us explore
unseen heaven...

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                           ~~


                 Sandalwood incense
                 Tibetan prayer wheel tuning
                 Bonzai tree smiling


                           ~~~              

                 

                 

                       June 20, 2020
                        9:30pm PST 

                      Poem # 1,259
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Remember me
When sandalwood scents sail on sea breezes

My soul is the sea
Shells and driftwood are strewn on my heart

Engulfed I’ll be
When waves reclaim my footprints

Count on me
To awaken memories through sandalwood

My soul remains free
Even if my ashes are cast into the Atlantic

With you I’ll be
Each time sandalwood wafts my way

Inhale me
And my soul will be in you eternally...

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Chanel, Chanel
They're under your spell
Soft yet bold, Classic love potion
You enter a room, can't contain their emotion

Chanel, Chanel
Mademoiselle
A little dab here, Small drop there
Heightens that sense
Referred to as smell

Chanel, Chanel
Coco Chanel
Roses and Jasmine and Sandalwood?  Do tell
Chanel, Chanel
OH MY CHANEL
There is no wonder
They're under your spell

~ Ms. Affection - March 17, 2021...

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flights of thought suspended
emotions postponed
scintillations unravelled
circular stagnation
levitation time warped

inside the Buddha meets trepidation
loincloth gets looser
scent candles burn blisters
on sandalwood base
fused with a valley of tears

a river flows backwards
in which one cannot swim twice

third time fortunate
he finds middle ground
inspired by expiration
middle way between
desperation and movement...

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He gives me blueberry kisses
Soft puckered mocha lips
Can't take his eyes off my hips
He gives me blueberry kisses
Greased up in shea butter
Can't keep his mind out the gutter
He gives me blueberry kisses
Beard trimmed, soft and taught
Can't not stop thinking a naughty thought
He gives me blueberry kisses
Subtle hints of sandalwood floating off his neck
Can't help placing on my lips a sweet gentle peck
He gives me blueberry kisses...

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Variation Fantasies
(Senryu Suite)

fantasy fairytale
a lavender landscape patchwork
jewel foliage

dandelion sap
juniper jubilation
ancient sandalwood

bumblebee nectar
parading catwalk cartoon
dragonfly greenhouse 

marzipan rainbow
tasty nugget tangerine
hickory pasture

vegetation waltz
air cactus zucchini juice
utopia maize

mammoth koala bear
obsolete notwithstanding
hair raising rabbit

Erich J.Goller
Copyright 8.2.2011

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Give me not your style today :
the visceral truth, liberated
from painkillers.

Spying singles out the flesh
after the resentment of torture
to do more wrong ;

going away in yesterday
puts the life in apocalyptic shade,
the orange condoles for dark

when I lie still on flames
of sandalwood, setting the sun
bleed in blue eyes

of lonely sea. I am again
sleepwalking on salt lake ready
to draw the boundary of reasons,

the second-hand stitch for the eternal wound.


SATISH VERMA...

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Newspaper curtains
tea to stain paint
skeletal scorpians
arranged by the bed
Roses and indica rice in a bowl
Willows gone weeping on Japanese scrolls
Candles to floating
Sandalwood breath
Dimly let lit 
In a box, frankincense
Books of high learning broke open in spines
set up upon urchins, read into design
Rug, white flotilla
a kiss from the sea
to soften bamboo
on the floor, for our feet
Scene of discovery, resting in wood
like a dream to interpret, long misunderstood....

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There is nothing like a steamy kiss,
From his scarlet,full,luscious lips.

Those that await you in the night,
What’s this,they gain with yet more
virile delight?

Alas, blessed maiden,you surrender 
with  a shudder and total delight!
To his masculine, magical, might~
on silvered sheets,in hushed moonlight!

That scent of sandalwood, makes you feel
as a kite!
The world, has disappeared and so, I bid you
all, a tender and loving night,.





                     9/27/2021...

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Photo by Rhonda Pearson Smith



Thickening fog hung beneath the willow tree
consumes dreams of your lost poetry.
From sandalwood-scented sleep,  
I kiss you and weep.      
Love songs will
keep,
lustrous still.
Silver lyrics creep         
to gold dust dawn from the deep 
creases of clouded sleep, where I free
thickening fog hung beneath the willow tree.



Written 7/13/20
Contest - Andaree - 11 Lines Poetry
Sponsor - Joseph May...

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