To start with she hesitates, if at best,
Then unwinds, loosens up, forward to move
And begins to show tides like interest,
Immerses then in art of making love,
Not in any hurry to reach the crest,
A dove before, she now gets into groove,
No mean moist, in mood, looks for privacy
To give immense joy as spouse so happy.
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Translation (Ottava Rima) | 27.08.2025 | love, passion
Note: Here is a verse (in Shardul-vikridit meter) from Bhartrihari’s Shringaara Shatakam (hundred verses on love and romance). This verse is about the love-making ways of women-- how from being hesitant initially she becomes so passionate to leave aside all shyness. Here is the transliteration:
Pra-angaam eti mana aagana aagata rasam jaata abhilaashaam tatah,
Sa-vridam tat anu shlathi krtat anu pra-dhvasta dhairyam punah |
Prema aardram sprhaneeya nirbhara rahah kridaa pragalbham tatah,
Nihshanka anga vikarshana adhika sukham ramyam kula stree ratam || 60 ||
The Escape Artist
David J Walker
He was
Well dressed
In a Goodwill sort of way
Pinstripes down his
Breast
Cuffed at the end of
Each long leg
Shoes buffed
Into mirrored shine
Checking his Canal Street Rolex
For the incorrect time
This is how his
Day goes
Blowing Orbicular grey smoke
forced through his churlish nose
Awaiting the arrival of
The next Greyhound bus
That necessarily must
take him
Anywhere else
it was hot we drink a lot
has beer stree
meat that was a treat
i must say
it was cool
OUT DOOR FOOD ON A
HOT DAY
TAKING IT TO THE HEAT
I recommended that she leave before the discord
Now she’s boarding the same ship I’m about to board
The water and it’s waves may be rough
But being that lady’s lover is way too tough
The woman doesn’t understand I’m setting her free
She should scramble through the brambles to flee from me
Arid is the desert that used to be my heart
But she came along so the ship could set another chart
I can’t scream loud enough when taking it to the street
People stare but no longer care because they can’t stand the heat
And when the lady heats up she almost bursts into flames
She’s an oven and singed many men, or so the lady claims
I tried ranting, raving, running, regretting and just letting go
It’s torrid living with the lady, and that she’s got to know
Her beauty is faint when you remove the paint from her lips and the rouge from her cheek
And now, because she came a long, the ship has a rapid leak
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........conversation.................
Grammaticus LongWindyGust
"...I'm a Lime too..." said his mind.
Her voice in time, came through.
It's the base of her name, he knew true
as he proclaimed in a loud verse,
that he's a duck too...
"Regulus they aim to rewrite us"
demarcation of the strat.Osiris
...they can't be serious? On papyrus?
"... to train the faithful..."
so the Fremen.taught.us
"... tell me of your homeworld, sulu..."
Shades of the grey in a bow.
The sun...
"...Hadrian, had I not run..."
cycles time, the route of one
"...my Duke Let.go...
and I am. Awaken..."
In the List of Tribes Anonymous
is a kiss from a Cat.Coalaborus
labor of the Hola!sTree.Us.
"...at times you felt notorious..."
I'm of the Proud, Lion.
My watchful eye is first of four on.
A formation, creation not of abrasion
but of rhyme, and my name is Sound.
"... take care the deer,
near the sill of my ground..."
An odd.long.story, from a curly mound
;)
inspiration: Vomiticus Grammaticus--Ground Zero