Venusian Poems

Caesar’s Serenade

Cleopatra,

I investigate your eyes
through Nile mist that weaves,
jade butterflies that never fly
sable tresses hanging over leopards
bole skin on the border of Venusian dreamcatchers

Gilded diadems dance as burned suns
radiate from golden flakes of your crown
lightning demarcating the border between genius
—	and ambition
wars are fought easier than your heart is won;
Cupid grieves your connections

Great men fear being made lesser by You
       She of the God-like Mind
made Immortal for her Wise Counsel
I’m no prisoner of Fear nor Envy
                                        nor Love
                           only Fate & Chance
Passionate war’s trompe-l’œil

This Love

The itch to love 
and satiate pride
swallowed too long stifles
breath
without emancipation
A tragic capitulation to self

Pride, perhaps acerbic,
leaves morsels to ruminate
and loves to regurgitate
coy ceramic dalliances
and Venusian masquerades
Masked in smiles
And toxic

This love, 
These loose granite memories
Ductile innocents
And hasty lulls
These shining sunsets 
And supernovas
Must rest.

Star-Crossed Lovers

A Venusian and Martian met one day
But a language barrier stood in their way.
They observed the stars
Between Venus and Mars
Still, they had very little to say.

Both are unique and complex in make
Desiring a love that would make Earth shake.
Though broken at heart
They must stay apart.
There are plenty more options to take.

If only their warring families knew
Of the chemistry existing between these two!
They might try to seek peace
Cultural conflicts may cease...
The Marnusians would be a form new.

Unfortunately life doesn't work that way
Whatever fairytales and fantasies say.
Each a star-crossed lover
Secret. Undercover.
Their affection doomed til their dying day.

Ship Docking

ship docking
on Saturn IV -
Venusian cargo

Summer Solstice Is Coming

given a double whammy
they wanted to double down
on double talk
   in the 
torrid gust

the summer solstice 
   its sundry insectile eyes
   seething with sultry scorn
in this weather channeled
   source of telegenic storms

seasonal shifts are
  lost in translation
poisoned neural flowers
  the root of 
rotting neurosis
  the Earth becomes
Venusian

 profoundly tragic
hypersonic horses
 fly out of the digital barn
they sail over the 
  northern hemisphere
firing blinding arrows
 into the dead brains

The Tropic of Cancer 
  and Capricorn
relax in the tropics
  the Sun lords it 
over the equator
  precession calmly proceeds
(23.44° is the Magic Number)

all is well 
in the best of all 
 possible 
 flatlands

Summer Day, 2021

leaves capriciously 
dance in
the 
sultry wind
[*-……….-*]

Venusian heat 
crushes
the 
exhausted spirit
[+!#!#!#!#+]

snarling sky
presage 
nature’s 
wrath
[]

setting merciless sun
allows 
a temporary 
reprieve
[~\......./~]

awaiting autumn’s mercy
[?……….?]

After a Huge Hiatus

What a way to appear on status
After such a huge hiatus
Pulchritudinous grace thine
Has inspired poetics mine
Tall beautiful belle flaunting
The pose simply enchanting
The smile emitting the aura
Of my favourite Lord Arora
Ethnicity being your logo
Proud I’m as thy amigo
How dark hair run down
From the cliff of your crown
It resembles the cascade cool
Making me a poet powerful..!

A wide face and broad forehead
The grace that never does fade
Eternal quotient of charm such
Making my poems marvellous much
Infinite is your superfect style
Simply classic being thy smile
With a heart lavish and candid
To verse nonstop thou I need
Magnificent and magical posture 
Munificent and magnetic gesture
With tender looks of a Venusian
Martial mavericks of a Martian
How delighting to see thy pic 
That makes me a poet prolific..!!

Reserved

Venusian being the damsel here
Gives me amiable vibes clear
Ever in need of the words anew
To extoll the diva in my view 
For changing is her super mien
In every week valorous I mean
Attire is made of Austrian glass
She is the belle and full of class
When moves spreads the scent
As if she is from heavens sent
Made by God in utmost leisure
And His divine perfect pleasure
Are you an angel from heaven?
An enamouring enchantress even..!!

To Mommee Mine

What a motherly mien thou possess..
Like a Divine Lord on earth I assess
To expel the darkness of His offspring
The Lord has an incarnation full swing	
Thus you invoke a feeling supreme
And I become emotional extreme
In next birth I’ll be born to you sure
For you resemble my mom pure
Ever in need of thy glance grand
For eternal energy it does grant
The real Goddess with charm cool
The demeanour being pretty full
Perfectly carved by Venusian Lord
You’re a beauty; I am your bard..!!

To Bella Vista

What a graceful venusian divine belle..!
Resembling Lotus Goddess in tale

Floral festival and her fabulous fervour
Dancing with zeal and vigour

Shows her being vibrant full
Radiant countenance just cheerful

When stands amidst the bevy
She steals my attention heavy

All this rhyming fool needs much
Her benedictions in tons such..!!

Rainbow's End

Innoculate against the forces 
of the dark spectrum and it's Siren tune.
It's sickly pale green and gold hues. Monochromatic scale of hallucinogenic hopelessness.
Uses your Pride's Holden Magnet in it's vacuum.

A fog in the distance closes in,
like a Harpy in Venusian Projection, 
streaming obscenity,
zooming in mirror of it's dirty vanity.

Principalities stalk the bog of your ruin.
Embalming your soul into insanity, Heretic Cocoon.
The Dance of Death's pompous Melody.
Dreamweaving sutured organ, 
piping your fog into Mummy Womb.

Nightwalkers overlook the ritual.
Demon Satellites orbiting your perdition.
They argue this violation is consensual.
Taking not in_- the adorn of light's prism.
But staunching irreverence, a shadowed-stench where the light bends, grotesquely mishapened.

The Lord of the Flies-traps closes as if nothing happened.

Rainbows end.

Aliens

I met two aliens once. They were poets
like me, I mean, a poet and a poetess.
Their language sounded like music, though its
gender distinction wasn't hard to notice.

She’s from the Venus, he is from the Mars.
They speak different languages like us.

***

Below is a translation of the poem "Aliens" into Venusian (a vowel is replaced by the next vowel in alphabetical order):

O mit twu eloins unci. Thia wiri puits
loki mi, O mien, e puit end e puitiss.
Thior lengyegi suyndid loki mysoc, thuygh ots
gindir dostonctoun wesn't herd tu nutoci.

Shi's frum thi Vinys, hi os frum thi Mers.
Thia spiek doffirint lengyegis loki ys.


Below is a translation of the poem "Aliens" into Martian, (a consonant is replaced by the next consonant in alphabetical order):

I nev vxo amiept opde. Vjey xese qoevt
mile ne, I neap, a qoev apf a qoevett.
Vjeis maphuahe toupfef mile nutid, vjouhj ivt
hepfes fitvipdviop xatp'v jasf vo povide.

Tje't gson vje Weput, je it gson vje Nast.
Vjey tqeal figgesepv maphuahet mile ut.

Anatomy of Love

Eros has rattled my bones
waxing your spirit
through snakeskin
I travelled rotating moons
entering state of beloved
Sharing enticed journey
through eyelids closed
Venusian fossiles lived
between the space
of a heartbeat
Loins of Lotus opened
in waning silence
Perhaps, never
will we breathe
deeper than this

Venusian Train of White Doves

Born from duality 
I, daughter of Jupiter 
Wearing garlands 
of red 

Forever fleeting 
from mankind`s foam 


You and I 
are globes apart 
In holographic 
union 

We walk 
Earth`s heartbeat 
Writing 
epic notes 

Love speaks 
a language 
of All 

through 
kindred kisses 

I become 
a climax 
of 
you

Section Three Deviant

Section Three Deviant
You Sir are strange. 
I've never met anyone like you. 
You pick up freshly fallen conkers and eat them. 
Why is that odd? 
You dip them in dog crap first. 
I've seen you kiss a cat on the lips. 
Normal? 
Not when it's been dead three weeks. 
Then there was the time you said you were from Mars. 
But your passport lists you as Venusian. 
Is it fake? 
You'll all be getting a picture of my friend, by email forthwith. 
I never sent it; he did. 
By thought alone. 
You should see the **** he sends me. 
Photos of all types of crap. 
Real turds. 
I delete them and he imprints them to my mind. 
Now I like and respect the guy. 
He's nice and polite but a tad different. 
I suspect he'd like my brother. 
He was quirky. 
Would he tolerate him eating his dinner with his feet? 
No. 
But he would like his awful Japanese singing which is his party piece, 
while wearing an old Kamikaze crash helmet. 
Just wait till you see what he does with a tattoo gun and a cactus. 
It's ever so funny! 
I wish everyone had a friend like mine. 
A Section Three Deviant. 
Totally screwed in the head, 
like the rest of us.

• Short Venusian Poems
• Famous Venusian Poems
• Best Venusian Poems
• Read Venusian Poems
• Long Venusian Poems
• Venusian Quotes